Listen up you bunch of roody-poo faggots...

Listen up you bunch of roody-poo faggots. I've been seeing a lot of so-called "tough guy internet trolls" here lately talking a big game about how they think they can handle Andy Sixx and his sopping hot log of shit SLIDDING down their fucking throats. (That's right, bitch. It's spelled "slidding". S-L-I-D-D-I-N-G. Deal with it.) Ha! You make me laugh, kiddo. You really do. Did you seriously think you could just wash up here and slurp that corn-studded behemoth of creamy fucking shit out of ANDY SIXX's sexy, gothcore rectulum? Did you really think you'r sorry ass could just waltz right out for amateur hour and part those pale, black veil buttcheeks and tongue -punch the fecal feeding bar like some sort of ass-shit munching butthole rat? PSHHT come on kid, get real. I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast. Andy's shit. I bet Andy wouldn't even be able to get off a little pre-shit fart before your pussy lips curled in defeat. You think when Andy takes a break from performing on a hot stage in leather pants and goes to craft services and eats two dozen raw oysters that were not properly handled or refrigerated washed down with a quart of whole milk and tequila - that Andy just squeezes out of his skin-and-air-tight pleather slacks and goes easy on your throat? You fucking wish, jr. When Andy says he's ready to blow the walls off a 110-degree warped-tour portajon and your pathetic little tonsils can't even take the first loaf, I'll put my hand on your shoulder and say, "Nothing personnel, kid" and then suck down every last heaping fucking clogger andy pumps out. And I'll come back for seconds. And thirds.You know why? Because I have Logtismo. Because I believe in three things and three things only: the cream, the steam, and the fucking dream, baby. So step aside, keep your little logsucking fantasy in your mind where it belongs, and let the real men do the slidding. His log loaf is mine, bitch. What are you gonna do about it?

Would you?

Logging in

Why's the wix site and wikia down

c-can i have an extra loaf?

I have no idea. I'm pisssed now. I guess we're just gonna have to log onto the Bvb wikia

bvb army captain, 8th district here. not sure what happened at this time. could be a shill attack, could be something to do with routine expiration of domains helf by a retired log officer. either way we'll rebuild. hang in there

Thanks for the update captain

you bet

So fucking dreamy...

More pasta?

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I skulk around like a detective. Always with an eye on Andy. He can not use a toilet without me knowing about it. I have to be the next person in that stall when he's done.

I own a large variety of disguises. Most of which are plumber or janitor uniforms so I can carry my plunger without arousing suspicion.

The second he leaves the room I'm furiously pumping my plunger into Andy's white throne. I must have every nugget.

I slide the dreamy treats down my throat, whole. They clog me. I swear they get better every time. I can hardly breathe from all the excitement and adrenaline.

I must pull myself together quickly so I don't lose track of Andy. I'll be there for his next toilet break.

I will always be there.

What did you do before Andy was born?

Log/10

Andy has been around since the dawn of time. Some say the bacteria in his logs is what created life on earth.

Kek

I used to gargle and glug salty and sour mouthfuls of golden nectar, warm and fresh from the innards of count filth. I spent seven years under his employ as the honorable urinal. I was as lucky as a man could be, but I was also a fool. I betrayed my oath of responsible disposal, and saved mouthfuls of mankind's bounty in jars to sell for the greatest of pleasures on earth. When I was exposed, he sentenced me to slidd 666 logs from the foul-smelling blasphemous abomination known as Andrew Sixx. I stalk Andy day by day, enduring his horrid, dry "logs" (it's like eating rabbit shit) in penance, hoping to earn back the favor of Lord Filth. I must do this before I can rest in peace.

Fuck off

Ah, such a brilliant and articulate retort, for a rascal your age. May I tutor you in the art of expression? I would hate to see a mind like yours go to waste. It's time you developed an identity, and a sense of direction. I'll be with you every stepof the way... Nurturing you as you grow. Holding you while you cry. I'll always be here for you. Anything you need, champ.

Wix admin here. I submitted a help ticket to their support. Standing by to hear what they say.

Hours of work man... holy fuck

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Good luck, do you have backups of the articles saved?

Reminder that logposter is a 40+ year old fatass virgin with terrible photoshop skills and zero friends. He smells like piss and crippling loneliness; a truly pathetic individual who derives pleasure from rustling the Jimmies of easily-baited newfags. He will die alone in a pile of jizz-rags and empty pizza boxes. Nobody will miss him except for his dog, who only likes him because he gets to lick peanut butter off his balls. Sage grows in all fields.

My boss found my Log folders on my work PC. I have only a few saved, probably about 30 which is nothing compared to my collection at home. I started saving them since I saw Andy Sixx skyrocket with his log worship posts. I have never publicly worshipped his log, I just like to save and document a lot of his logs I come across on these Andy Sixx threads and I noticed these threads have gotten pretty big as of late. So I started saving here and there. I digress. I am sitting at my desk making cold calls and the boss is on my PC, we just chatting, and it just so happens I get to a big sale over the phone when he falls silent as well. Right before I seal the deal, he has been quiet about 4 or 5 minutes and he turns and asks "Who is this Andy Sixx guy?" In a dry tone. I feel chills. Looking at him and he is looking at me in a way I have never seen him look before.
I half laugh and cough saying "Oh, it's just some new meme on Sup Forums." He believes it's inappropriate stalker-like content so he catches me immediately in the lie, and just explodes. "YOU HAVE PICTURES OF LOGS OF SHIT CALLING THEM STEAMY, CREAMY, AND DREAMY AND PARAGRAPHS OF OBSESSIVE WORSHIP BEHAVIOUR WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU" screaming bloody murder when suddenly none other than Andy Sixx bursts open the office door and starts DUMPING the boss' face in boiling diahrea while the pledges haze him harder than a banquet hall during bat mitzvah season - he falls to the floor in a delirium. I sit there in shock as he presses his shitty hands over his mouth to stop his screams, gets right up in his face and says "Surprise, bitch you probably thought you'd seen the last of me" And gives me a coy wink. He begins hypnotizing him with his log into submission. The cream seems to get on his gag reflex, when suddenly Andy Sixx slaps him and says "Crown me and suck my ass", his mind breaks into further submission. He is completely passed out now, Andy Sixx just jumps out the window and runs off.

Dump

I dont. Perhaps its for the best. Its a memory that comforts us when we revisit it. Im quite comfortable with that.

Dont worry... ill probably make another one. Once the log sliddes down the throat... another one will be ready to do some more clogging

I'd like to at least know what happened. I sent the wix site an email, I don't suppose that will be able to be accessed? If so email me back

Desperate for some cock

Dump