Slobs of the Week
Correspondent:: "DE"
Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 16:52:09 -0700
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"Lakisha Davis" wrote in message
news:rtAfd.10260$6q2.4996@newssvr14.news.prodigy.com...
> SICK. TOTALLY SICK PUKES. YUCK. http://www.weirdlinks.com/fatfuck.htm
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>
Lakisha, huh. Is this you?
http://www.hotghettomess.com/milkshake.wmv
Correspondent:: "Rev. Beergoggles"
Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 19:06:28 -0500
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DE did pass the time by typing:
> "Lakisha Davis" wrote in message
> news:rtAfd.10260$6q2.4996@newssvr14.news.prodigy.com...
>> SICK. TOTALLY SICK PUKES. YUCK. http://www.weirdlinks.com/fatfuck.htm
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>>
>
> Lakisha, huh. Is this you?
>
> http://www.hotghettomess.com/milkshake.wmv
Well... I could have lived a long and happy
life without that image.
(BLAM)
*thud*
Correspondent:: "iDRMRSR"
Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 20:26:26 -0400
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> Lakisha, huh. Is this you?
>
> http://www.hotghettomess.com/milkshake.wmv
>Well... I could have lived a long and happy
>life without that image.
We need to send this link on a priority subchannel directly to Rev. Stang,
priority JHVH1!!!
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Correspondent:: "ghost"
Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2004 01:03:11 GMT
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"Lakisha Davis" wrote in message
news:rtAfd.10260$6q2.4996@newssvr14.news.prodigy.com...
> SICK. TOTALLY SICK PUKES. YUCK. http://www.weirdlinks.com/fatfuck.htm
>
>
Jeez, are you in for a few surprises.
Tame, tame, tame.
Correspondent:: fungus
Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2004 04:16:34 +0200
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ghost wrote:
>
>>SICK. TOTALLY SICK PUKES. YUCK. http://www.weirdlinks.com/fatfuck.htm
>>
>
> Jeez, are you in for a few surprises.
>
> Tame, tame, tame.
>
Here, let alt.tasteless show you how it's done.
Come back when you've got something intelligent
to add to it...
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Mixing Drugs , Love & Sleep Deprivation cost me more years
off my lifespan than I'd have believed if forewarned about
it.
The things we do for our kicks { Wavy lines Flashback begins}
Before the net was CB radio..... and the Long Distance
Romances with female voices we might not really WANT to see
the owner of. Her soft voice belied what the reality behind
it was - which cost me more than mere lost time -she showed
me that Demons should be personified as female. Female yes
ah yes female but feminine is deceptive. Her voice lured me
to -ah shit- took me 15 + years to exorcise memories that
tonight repossess me . Mayhaps suicide would have been less
painful. Where was I ?
The same primal urges to get Stoned , Laid etc... Music of
those years still haunting {What, the music of the 70's
ain't tasteless ?">
Someone to lay down beside me even though it's not real ,
just...
< urggh get that song the fuck outta my head before suicide
beckons >
Unlike the song sometimes it IS real, too real. Late night,
lonely, horny, stoned- a voice on the CB sounds like , naah,
why not! "Wanna Eyeball ? " .it
Now I gotta admit, "Eyeball" meetings then approached a
nearly Squickfest level of potential you never know just what
could happen. This one started out with a LONG talk in
-where "Hot Thing " told me which expressways to take to
meet her alone at her place. Nowadays we'd be darwinbait to
even consider such exploits but that night reason deserted
me as soon would sanity.
Snip boring roadtrip /
The sexy voice directed me to a maze of winding streets in a
bad part of town, the sort of streets where only every 5th
house was even barely habitable . I shoulda fled when the
first bad vibes hit as rats scurried across the broken
remnants of what had once been. sidewalk and actually seemed
to make eye contact with me. But no, I was not to be kept
from my appointed meeting with a living death worse than
fate. Parking under the flickering tavern sign across the
street it got weirder. Asking the bartender in the empty
booze mill if "Hot Thing " was there earned me a truly
wretched grunt of contempt and a gnarled finger pointing at
the ONLY house on the other side of the street with ANY
windows intact.
By now you're cursing me for flamebait and being a clueless
cumstain. The rest of the story will explain the need for
the setup time.
I walked up the long flight of concrete stairs to a door
that resembled the " Before " picture in a wood refinishing
ad. Then my world got chewed up by unholiness and my soul
died.
SHE opened up the door.
Appeared to be 80+ ridden hard and put up wet- made Granny
from the Hills look sexy. She invited me in. The VOICE that
in my fantasies was an angel belonged to a creature suited
more to being Glub's mom. In the erchh, flesh, in front of
me, asking me to kiss her.
So I did.
Fiends of hell beyond description could not have assembled
the rest of that night and what followed. I wound up fucking
her. But it did not end there. after the foul deed was
completed the need for the pissoir asserted itself and then
I discovered the toilet. Did not work had not worked in 3
years she later told me. BLINK no can this be real ? It was.
she calmly told me to use the bathtub instead of the toilet.
The splashing told me it was at least half full. Daring to
sneak a peek by the flick of a bic because the light was
broken. The aroma should have warned me not to.
A bathtub filled to the overflow with what would have been
flushed down the toilet that likely would be no longer fluid
below the first inch or so. Detached analytical mind
wondering why tub was not overflowed onto what was left of
the newspaper covered floor that actually was dogshit
layered newspaper upon layers of likely the same. Objects of
hidden nature veiled in the rest of the room by Spiderwebs
that fluttered in a fetid breeze. uh- no breeze. ROACHES
were the reason for the curtain of webmass moving.
Too much. my way was blocked by HER as I crept to reclaim my
clothes. Giving up- accepting my soul was beyond reclamation
I asked her if she wanted to smoke some hash. I spent the
next 15 mins shotgunning potent brown gummy hash into her
and desperately hoping even is she didnt pass out that I
would and wake up anywhere but there. Idly grasping that the
patterns on the walls were roaches and not hash illusions.
Merciful oblivion claimed me shortly.
Woke up the next morning to sound of her puking into
encrusted green plastic gallon or so pitcher and staggering
into the bathroom. Seizing the moment to gather my clothes
etc I was making unsteadily for the door and saw the
apparition from last night was indeed real. I was dead in
hell ? Complete with her scooping mess from that tub using
her puke pitcher to sling it thru the upper open frame of
the hall window.
Hell as described in Sunday sermons looked better by far.
"Oh honey! you were SOOO good, cmere and kiss me again".
Which was followed by her puking in to the dripping pitcher.
I left.
But came back many times over several years even spending
some time living with her. The things we do to get laid.
ObT: the above story is as close to recounting my personal
life experience can be from memory so abused by such.
ObT2: Dreaming of that part of my life and wondering if I'd
be happier back there.
Capybyra
Correspondent:: jesus harold christ
Date: Sat, 30 Oct 2004 17:25:15 -0400
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fungus wrote:
> ghost wrote:
>
>>
>>> SICK. TOTALLY SICK PUKES. YUCK. http://www.weirdlinks.com/fatfuck.htm
>>>
>>
>> Jeez, are you in for a few surprises.
>>
>> Tame, tame, tame.
>>
>
... i know what you mean. i'd fuck her
--
... this is my sig. it's one of the best
sigs on the net.i know what you're asking
yourself. 'did he post 5 or 6 messages'?
well, in all the confusion i kinda lost
track myself. so you gotta ask yourself
one question 'do you feel lucky'? huh,
DO YA? DO YA PUNK'? GO FOR IT, MAKE MY BED!!!'
Correspondent:: König Prüß, GfbAEV
Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2004 05:47:57 GMT
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DE wrote:
> "Lakisha Davis" wrote in message
> news:rtAfd.10260$6q2.4996@newssvr14.news.prodigy.com...
> > SICK. TOTALLY SICK PUKES. YUCK. http://www.weirdlinks.com/fatfuck.htm
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> >
>
> Lakisha, huh. Is this you?
>
> http://www.hotghettomess.com/milkshake.wmv
Naaaadiiiiiiiinnnnne!
Hawnie, izzatchoooo?
Correspondent:: König Prüß, GfbAEV
Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2004 07:07:54 GMT
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König Prüß, GfbAEV wrote:
> DE wrote:
>
> > "Lakisha Davis" wrote in message
> > news:rtAfd.10260$6q2.4996@newssvr14.news.prodigy.com...
> > > SICK. TOTALLY SICK PUKES. YUCK. http://www.weirdlinks.com/fatfuck.htm
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> > >
> >
> > Lakisha, huh. Is this you?
> >
> > http://www.hotghettomess.com/milkshake.wmv
>
> Naaaadiiiiiiiinnnnne!
>
> Hawnie, izzatchoooo?
Oh, yeah!
And how be's LaQuifa Johnson is?
And too, who yo' baby daddy be?