Thursday, March 09, 2006
At least he’d had the sense to pull out and bust on the tile. Fucking, her wetness just insane in its completeness, the sensation of the hot water falling on him, her moaning, his thrusts, the buildup, he’d came too late too early at the perfect time; she didn’t seem to care, he didn’t even know her name yet, just that she looked like Samantha fox and it wasn’t even the 80’s anymore, but who could tell with wet hair, both up and down, and he’d remembered at the last second, her bent over and no words of whether or not to withdraw as he announced the moment of truth, he’d yanked his shit out and spurted into the waterfall of blue green shiny formica or whatever the hell it was, confident that his paramour for the moment would not come back with the turkey baster and make a cake inside her uterus for posterity’s purpose of jacking all his money that he didn’t even have anyway.
Seriously, though, what the fuck was going on? Yeah, it was Vegas, and times were crazy, but who had flipped the anti-doom switch on this rambunctious yet g-rated scenario that had up to this point been his life? Suddenly he was that guy, the one who has a bitch on each shoulder and laughs at the billboard showing the family man going outside to fix the lawnmower. The world was sitting on a platter in front of him, the tv dinner of endless poonanny, and all he could think of was when was guy smiley gonna burst out from behind the curtain on stage left and announce he’d been the most recent butt of the nation’s joke as they choked on chicken bones in front of their televisions and laughed their asses off at him to prevent the endless supply of tears that might ensue if they were to take all of 4 seconds to take a deep look at their innermost souls and motivations.
Monday, March 06, 2006
m68 doesn’t believe. Obviously he is a fool. Forgive him, he knows not what he does, not everyone can have the prognosis skills that I have, of knowing the pride involved with hofstra.
This is very important, vital even. Know it, live it, put all your money plus your goat on this game. And then don’t come after me if you lose, blame it on e-40. congrats in advance on how this will change your life. You’re welcome & I’m sorry.
Does UNC Wilmington have carlos rivera? I don’t think so. Who is carlos rivera. Ha! That’s like saying who is art vandelay. Jesus, man, c’mon, it’s obvious. He’s the antithesis of Lancelot Clokey. He’s the real deal, not a pretender. If you understand that reference give yourself a dollar & send me a bill. Mahalo nui loa and yes it’s true.
muscle68: you will lose
alfred: if by lose you mean win, then yes
alfred: but i will win even by losing
alfred: it's like yoda
yeah, yeah, I'm sure you all heard, as it was top of the world headlines, hofstra lost. a nation lies in mourning. fuck elvis.