Posts Tagged ‘sex’

Three Reasons Not to Suicide:

Thursday, 1 June 2017
1)  You’ll spoil your record of perfect attendance.  You’ve been alive since you were born.  Even when you’ve been knocked out cold you were still alive.  You’ve survived chicken pox, the dentist, learning how to ride a bike, maybe even had sex once or twice.  If you kill yourself, that all gets wiped out.
 
2)  Death is not an escape.  You know how life works, it’s the same shit over and over again in different packaging.  Do you really think the Designer of so nefarious a world would provide such an easy way out?  Have you ever tried getting out of a cell phone contract?  It doesn’t have to be the threat of a fiery Hell to stick around either:  you could come back to earth, only with a smaller penis, or as a Siamese twin, sharing a smaller penis.
 
3)  Death is guaranteed.  No one ever got to the ticket window and heard, “I’m sorry, we’re all out of death.”  Death is coming anyway, why pay extra for 2-day shipping?  God only kills happy people.  Make Him do the work.
 
 
There you have it, three reasons not to suicide.  Not very good reasons, but some kind of lubricant is always better than none.
From May 2014

Better Off Nuked

Monday, 22 May 2017

 

Where to rank Rabbi Trump’s Raytheon Shuffle on the Presidential Scale of Humiliation? Mercifully lower than obozo bowing like a punk to leaders of lesser nations, on par with Bush 43 holding hands and kissing the Saudi King like a faggot.

Western Civilization’s failing caretakers should never legitimize islam, which proves disastrous wherever it dominates. There’s no difference betwixt “radical” islam and any other kind, it’s all sharia. These dumb fucking towels couldn’t even get the oil out of the ground without the White Man’s genius.

While we Trump voters wait for ANY update on the The Wall we won’t be getting (fuck you Paul Ryan and fuck Trump for not getting rid of you) we’re supposed to dance with joy at selling 110 billion worth of deadly hardware to the LAST assholes on Earth who need more weapons, not just saudis, ANYONE in the Shittle East.

This isn’t the 1940s folks, massive new factories hiring thousands of workers to build these weapons will never exist again. If the 110 billion went straight into the pockets of every man, woman and illegal in America it would average $300 bucks, and so what?–American taxpayers fork over 113 billion EVERY YEAR to pay for illegals’ welfare.

Those are the numbers, it’s the human cost that adds injury to insult: we’re selling weapons to these oily fucks which will end up in jihadist hands, and there is no saudi army, it’s OUR troops, Americans, who die fighting for towel “royalty” (or Israel).

Western Civilization continues its downward spiral. There was one last pause, the election of MAGA Trump who died from cancer after only 100 days. The saudis in that gay-ass sword chorus line could’ve beheaded Trump and nothing would change: lunatics run the asylum.

The world would be better off nuked than just given to muslim and feminist swine.

Whatever happened to that girl?

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

I should probably say a few words about this post.

No, I didn’t eat her pussy, because I never met up with her, as predicted.

On the appointed day I texted her the website of the sushi/buffet along with a time to meet. I have a pay-as-you-go cell so it took forever.

Her response was: “Huh?”

So I canceled.

Hours later she texted, inviting me to go for a walk on the beach. Usually with the ladies that’s a good thing, but she wanted to go around 5 pm; she’d already told me, “If I really liked you (romantically) I would be so shy I wouldn’t be able to talk to you.”

I didn’t answer her invite. I wouldn’t put up with this shit from friends therefore I couldn’t put up with it from her.

Besides, after her reject I got stoned.  Being stoned, I wasn’t about to go to the buffet alone.

I’ve seen her since. She’s mad at me, of course. A Japanese-Irish girl.

Imagine how bad it would be if I cared.

I’m 40, she’s 20

Saturday, 29 September 2012

Don’t know how I did it but I got the cute Japanese girl with big tits from this post to go to lunch with me this Monday.

“Platonically!” she all but yelled.

Oh, that’s how.

It’s an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet with a huge sushi zone, not that I’m being racist. No, really!—she doesn’t like pizza or wings.

I’ve been trying to lose the same 10 pounds so I’ll eat light all weekend and make my “cheat day” the day of buffet. I also plan on being slightly stoned. I expect her to be fully horrified by how much I put away. I don’t care.

Not caring is how I got her to agree to lunch. And I’m not caring in the best way: I truly don’t care. I told her three times before I got her number that it’s OK to cancel if something comes up.

“Like what would come up?”

“I don’t know, you win the lottery or something.”

She claims she is shy, and the only reason she’s able to talk to me is because she’s not interested in me ‘that way’.

“If anyone falls in love,” I warned, “it will be you with me.”

I’m using this non-date as a test, to see if I remember anything about table manners and listening skills.  

The girl is beautiful with perfect teeth, and such fierce, callow energy you have to witness to believe.

I would love to fuck her with ultimate tenderness or even just eat her pussy for an hour, but the price would be terribly high.

Whether she chickens (or sushis) out or not, I’m going to that motherfucking buffet and eating till the manager says, “YOU GO ‘WAY, WE CLOSED, ALL FOOD GONE, WE LAUNDRY NOW!”

You’re damned right I would

Sunday, 23 September 2012

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Original found here.

 

Fuckfield #9

Saturday, 1 September 2012

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Fuckfield #6

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Fuckfield #5

Wednesday, 7 April 2010

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