Welcome to Tarquin Churchwell's annual Christmas slash Hannukah slash atheist blog! This is the third and final blog in my trilogy of holiday blogs. My other blogs are listed below (the map pinpoints the geographical locations where they are based).
It's only going to get better from here!
Swerving across six lanes:
The Online Reporter wrote an article about me:
http://tarquinchurchwell-report.blogspot.com/
This is a "sneak preview" page:
http://tarquinchurchwellphoneconversations.blogspot.com/
A repulsed fan wrote this:
http://scarletttotchruchwellandall.blogspot.com/
And don't forget my trilogy:
http://tarquinchurchwell-droppings.blogspot.com
http://tarquinchurchwellbatdroppings.blogspot.com/
25 comments:
Tarquin,
I know you're hot for my new outfit but Pleeze, NO more candy canes up my butt. See you later, Santa Baby!
You're an even bigger dick than me. Send me an email to arrange a play date, OK dude?
Great blog but I'd like more Reindeer heat.
I thought somebody finally stepped on you and put you out of your misery, but no, I see you changed your profile pic and now your a midget elf with fur. Go shove your pointy hat up your ass. Hahaha
I don't know who you are, dick, but I wanna know more.
Hey, Blitzen, you asshole,looks like you seen a bootleg copy of Sexergate. Where'd you get it?
I manufacture Xmas Condoms. Want to model one for me? What kinda name is Tarquin.
Tommy Boy: I thought you were going to stop this. Your lies never end.
R U into Furry Luv 2?
Tarquin,
You're an asshole for making fun of me. I want you to return the Santa Butt Plug I gave you last night.
I'm not into luv, porno reindeer. Animal hate is MY thing.
Hehehe
Tarquin was a famous magician, asshole. Your condom is cutting off the blood to your brain. Hahahaha.
What is a Santa butt plug? I think your making that up. Your lying, midget.
Now you've done it Tarquin. I thought you learned your lesson last year with the Nazi-type hate against the Jews. Well, you're at it again. Well, now I have the blogosphere on my side. I published this URL on my blog to expose the real you. I hope you choke on some Hanukkah latkes.
Stalker alert! Stalker alert! Stalker alert!
OK, so it wasn't a Santa butt plug but a giant candy cane. Same thing. And stop making fun of my outfit. You said you liked it cause I don't have any pants. Stop the lies and begin playing with my man meat. Now!
All you got between your little furry legs is bear fur, midget. Stop lying.
I know you want me. Everybody does. But I don't do online relationships. Ever.
You need to find a real midget with no sex organs and stop dreaming your pathetic little dreams about me. Even if I had fifty things in common with you, it wouldn't be enough. See? I would find fifty more things about you to hate, or I would just make up stuff! That's my advice, midget. Go play with your hat.
You don't do online but what about phone sex? More lies from The Master of Deceit . . .
Screw you Tarquin. All you've got is a furry hat that matches your furry butt.
Ouch.
Ouch. That's what said to me when I gave you my candy cane. I make you hot, don't I?
Stop all the squabbling. How can you argue with each other when there's so much great hate to spread @ this time of year?
Yep, I'm the Master. I wrote that six thousand times on my other blogs and its true, of course.
I don't remember having phone sex with nobody. Sexergate is bulging with me, but I don't know how I got there. I think Mr. Barnett held a gun to my head and made me do it.
Hate gets me HOT.
WTF is Sexergate? Is there some good hate I can get in on?
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