Catfish needs a talk show. Lookee here:
Yes sportfans, I was thinking about getting me some pussy last night. I went to bed a little early for a change, around one oclock, I started playing around and talking sweet things to my bride. I really wanted some pussy last night, I had her worked up and ready to go, but my dick was dead as a doorknob. A few years ago, I was gased at work, with sukfur dixiode, and carried to the ER. My heart beat was up to 220 beats per minute, they gave me shots to bring it down, did not work. They actually gave me a shot, to kill me and then restart my heart a few minutes later, it worked, but then it started racing again. It took them three times to get me under control. While I was in ICU, the doctors put me on beta-blockers to get my heart rate back in the normal range. The next day, my lung doctor came in to see me. He was very young and told me that the beta-blockers along with my heart pills would make my dick drop and he saidthat I would have to say goodbye to my sex life. I laughed at his ass and when my doctor friend, he grew up in my old neigborhood came to see me, I asked him about those pills. He said they could fuck up my dick most of the time. When I finally came home, the first thing I wanted to do was to fuck and fuck hard. It was still hard as korean math. I laughed at those doctors and told myself that they were crazy, my dick was good as old.Months went bye and sure enough, those doctors were telling the truth, my dick was dead most of the time. It was trying to shoot pool with a rope, very hard to do. Now days, I have to be in the mood very much and want pussy very badly to fuck, sometimes my dick is okay, other times it is dead. I have come to my attention that there is more to life than pussy, not much, but there is. Back to my fucking last night, pussy won the battle last night, but I have not given up. I take seven pills in the morning and four pills at night plus all of my pain meds all during the day. Those patches are helping with a few perocets in between. Now all I do is think about and talk pussy all the time, those were the days, I enjoy a lot of other things nowdays. For a man that has loved pussy all of his life it is a strange change in my life. I hope none of my male friends ever have to take these beta-blockers. The next time my dick gets hard no matter when I am and what I am doing, I will drop everything and fuck. Man, what a life, Cat
I could not agree more. No shit.
Posted by: Jim - PRS at September 15, 2006 10:50 PMI'd subscribe to that channel...
Posted by: Lisa W. at September 15, 2006 10:59 PM... last time I spoke with him, I told him he needed to start podcasting... hell, he'd go global in weeks... and in three months we'd see him bitchslapping Howard Stern on pay per-view....
Posted by: Eric at September 16, 2006 7:45 AM"Man, what a life". The perfect name for The Catfish Show.
Posted by: Rube at September 16, 2006 8:23 AMSomethin' tells me the pay per view smack down with Howard Stern would end up with Cat shootin', or stabbin' him. Then he'd screw Robin.
Posted by: RedNeck at September 16, 2006 11:01 AMEric - I agree...the Catfish podcast, I can hear it now. Oh and Eric? If you haven't ever visited the 100 Word Stories Podcast that Laurence Simon runs, you might want to hang out there a bit over the next week or two, you MIGHT find a VERY interesting story there...I'm just sayin'
Posted by: Lisa W. at September 16, 2006 11:02 AMGee, from that last line of his: No matter what or when...Well, I suppose that serves as a heads up. Heh. ;)
Posted by: Key at September 16, 2006 7:39 PMI love me some Catfish.
Posted by: Maeve at September 17, 2006 12:44 AMCatfish rocks.
Posted by: Libby at September 17, 2006 1:51 PMIs Catfish better fried or tartar?
That is true poetry.
Posted by: Jack Straw at September 17, 2006 7:44 PM