June 17, 2005

OLD AND IN THE WAY

I write checks my ass can't cash upon occasion, but sometimes I can indeed cash that scrip. Here is a prime example of a piss boy who didn't get invited to the dance, and who will forever foreswear he nevah wanted to go in the first place.

Rob has become a fussy little fuck of late. I'm thinking latent homosexuality bubbling to the surface, but I wouldn't know about that. HE could explain it, I'm sure.

We shall flesh this out at Catfish's crib next weekend, I'm sure. I'm bringing my huge dick, just in case I am called upon to prove I am not a nancy boy.

Posted by Velociman at June 17, 2005 1:13 AM
Comments

I'll bring the hoop. All you have to do is jump.

"Latent homosexuality?" Got-dam, Kim. You know me better than that. Ain't NOTHING "latent" about me.

Posted by: Acidman at June 17, 2005 1:43 AM

Check his estrogen level while you're there, V-Man. He's being a real bitch.

Posted by: sadie at June 17, 2005 4:02 AM

Yeah, he sure is.

Perhaps a supply of Tampax and Midol is in order?

Posted by: Kate at June 17, 2005 9:36 AM

Well...at least you get to see Catfish! :)

Posted by: Sandy at June 17, 2005 9:56 AM

When you get here, I will have plenty of Paxcil for all of you. If that does not work, I will give out Zanex, and if this doesn't do the trick, I will just shoot the shit out of all of you, Cat

Posted by: Catfish at June 17, 2005 10:34 AM

Sounds like it will be an interesting time. Perhaps I should just drop by and bring the bullwhip to keep you all in line.

The nice thing about personal blogs is, they are just that. Personal. They are yours, and yours alone to post what you like.

Sadly it seems, some people don't adhere to the "if you don't have anything nice to say, keep your fucking mouth shut."


Posted by: Moogie at June 17, 2005 10:48 AM

I think the Xanax will do nicely. Allergic to lead.

Posted by: Velociman at June 17, 2005 11:04 AM

The problem with led is it leaves unsitely scars that are impossible to remove, no matter how much cocoa butter you have.

Posted by: Moogie at June 17, 2005 11:46 AM

I can outwrite all y'all muthafucks.

Posted by: Bane at June 17, 2005 1:14 PM

Fuck a Bane

Posted by: Catfish at June 17, 2005 3:27 PM

Fuck with me, ant-foot.

Posted by: Bane at June 17, 2005 3:52 PM

Fuck being nice.

Posted by: Acidman at June 17, 2005 3:57 PM

I will take that big foot and stick it up your ass.

Posted by: Catfish at June 17, 2005 4:28 PM

I love it when a post comes together...

Posted by: Velociman at June 17, 2005 4:40 PM

Bejus! I can hear all y'all caterwauling all the way up here in Atlanta!

Posted by: Elisson at June 17, 2005 5:00 PM

shhhh, Ellison, he's funny when he flops around like that. Must be the ant venom.

Posted by: Bane at June 17, 2005 5:09 PM

You're not a nancy boy? Dammit. Me and my sorority sisters think nancy boys are hot.
Oh well. You were probably busy that weekend anyway, huh?

Posted by: LeeAnn at June 17, 2005 6:36 PM

It is not for the washed up ringmaster to understand the amusements of the rebel monkeys.

We are nonsensical, and owe amusement only to ourselves. Well, and those who love us unswayingly.

I enjoyed the fiction. If one enjoys fiction, yet abstains from it due the opinions of another, only then does he become a hoop-jumper.

Posted by: Key at June 17, 2005 6:44 PM

Hoop Jumper. That sounds dirty. I like it.

As in, "Cat, you panty-sniffing, snake buggering hoop-jumper, get offa that ant pile, ya durned ijjit!"

It veritably sings, it does.

Posted by: Bane at June 17, 2005 10:47 PM

Bane I think are in lust with Cat, back off dude, he's mine!

Posted by: livey at June 17, 2005 11:08 PM

Sorry, livey, I have, sadly, seen him naked.

You may have him.

Posted by: Bane at June 18, 2005 1:31 AM

Okay what? Never mind....don't wanna know;-)

Posted by: sadie at June 18, 2005 7:20 AM

Hoop jumper? Most likely boot licker

Posted by: Moogie at June 18, 2005 10:44 AM

Damn if big dicks are gonna be flashed around I just might have to rob a bank to get down there!

Posted by: livey at June 18, 2005 5:35 PM
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