A forest located in sweden that is full of penis, there are usual rape attacks every day, 98% of the victims are male. These penises can grow up to 333m (878 feet). These penises will follow you home.
One day a man namad ”John Johnson Joseph Timothy IV” build his house in the forest. He had intercourse with one of These penises. He become the god!
One day a man namad ”John Johnson Joseph Timothy IV” build his house in the forest. He had intercourse with one of These penises. He become the god!
The forest of penis should not be entered!
Warning - Forest contains penis
Warning - Falling Cum Rain
Warning - Salty Smell of death
Warning - Forest contains penis
Warning - Falling Cum Rain
Warning - Salty Smell of death
by John Johnson Joseph IV May 8, 2024
Get the Forest of Penismug. by justaworm December 5, 2016
Get the acorn in the forestmug. 1: The man that is writing this
2: The God that Gave you several penis diseases, and maybe a few other things
3: Someone that will not answer your prayers for a bigger dick
4: The God who gave you the PP forest
2: The God that Gave you several penis diseases, and maybe a few other things
3: Someone that will not answer your prayers for a bigger dick
4: The God who gave you the PP forest
Alex: Please O' PP Forest God, I beg to you! Give me a bigger dick!
Aiden: Broski. Do you even know who he is or what he does? He's not gonna give you a bigger dick.
Alex: Fuck.
Aiden: Broski. Do you even know who he is or what he does? He's not gonna give you a bigger dick.
Alex: Fuck.
by PP Forest God November 12, 2020
Get the PP Forest Godmug. by hurrdur October 11, 2015
Get the Sausage forestmug. the act of selectively logging in a area of Forest, buy selecting only the trees that are suitable for harvest. and leaving the others to re seed, the area until, they are then suitable to harvest.
sustainable native forest logging, in tasmania they have the best select logging practices in the world no longer clear falling huge areas of land and totaly destorying habitates.
by killerwew December 18, 2012
Get the sustainable native forest loggingmug. Bro I was smoking weed in the woods behind someone's house and I think they called the cops on me so I had to go forest hopping
by Shoeless219 May 23, 2017
Get the forest hoppingmug. This is a account from the book of the Wulfecks where they have stored their family hostory, the story is labeled The Blood Debt and is from 1813.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
by Wulfeck Son November 26, 2024
Get the The Wulfecks of the Black Forestmug.