Thursday, March 10, 2016
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Monday, March 2, 2015
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Monday, October 29, 2012
I've never understood this saying simply because life has only handed me lemons. I'm missing the other two ingredients and from personal experience life isn't in the business of handing them out. Basically, when life hands me lemons it's my job to find the ingredients to make lemonade with. Having to do that negates the whole negative into positive thing. Here I am with a bag full of fucking lemons and a bunch of assholes telling me to make lemonade. Even if I had the ingredients to make it with, how the shit is having a jug of lemonade going to make anything better? It's useless. So if I make it, instead of a bag of lemons I'm carrying around a jug of lemonade that no one wants to buy unless it's spiked with vodka. Life sure as shit isn't going to hand me a bottle of that. Which means, I'm now stuck with something that I don't even want, and I'm an idiot for wasting all that time trying to make something I hate into something I have no interest in. This is the point where I realize that life is the biggest asshole I'll ever have to deal with. So the next time life hands you lemons, don't waste your time making lemonade. Just be thankful that life was awesome enough to hand you lemons and not herpes.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
About a week ago I sent a text to one of my male friends. I wasn't really expecting a reply seeing as how it was 6:30 in the morning. A few minutes later my phone rings. It was Joe. I answered and asked him what the fuck he was doing up so early. His response "I just had the most horrible sexual experience I've ever had in my entire life." My more than morbid curiosity took over and I asked him exactly how bad it was. I am now going to tell this story from Joe's point of view just to make it easier on myself.
Morphing into Joe...
I've been seeing this chick for a few weeks and I kind of like her. I mean, I didn't want to fuck her but she was pretty fun to hang out with. We were texting the other day and shit got a little weird. She said she was going to bed so I said goodnight to her. A little while later I started getting these weird texts from her. Saying shit like "Don't tell her I'm here." When I asked her about them she basically called me crazy. Last night she invited me over so I kindly obliged the bitch by going to her house. We're sitting there watching a movie and this bitch keeps begging me to let her suck my dick. After a while, I got tired of listening to her beg so I let her suck my cock. You know me, I like to fuck faces. I don't like regular blowjobs. So she's sucking my dick and it's terrible. I look at the bitch and I say "Suck my fucking dick bitch." She stops sucking my cock, looks up at me and says "You hate me." then she starts sucking my cock again. I tell her "I don't hate you, I just want you to suck my fucking cock." Again, the bitch looks up and says "You hate me." and starts sucking my cock again. After that, I push the bitch off of me she just sits there. Legs crossed, her hair in her face, rocking back and forth repeating "You hate me, you fucking hate me." So being the gentleman that I am, I tell her that I don't hate her. She stops rocking, brushes the hair out of her face, looks directly at me and says "I fucking told you not to tell her about me." At that moment I realize that this bitch has multiple personalities. She just sat there laughing for a while then she starts screaming shit at me. I had no idea what to do. She got up off the floor, all butt naked and shit, and headed for the dresser. She starts fumbling around with shit and I remember seeing a razor blade up there. Now, I'm sitting ass naked on the couch and I jump up to put my shorts on because my knife is in there. That bitch turns around and starts walking towards me with a razor blade so I pulled out my knife. She stops. We just stand there and stare at each other for a moment. I didn't know what the fuck to do, Jessica. I'm on fucking probation already and here this bitch is trying to cut me. Dude, the fucking cops ain't gonna believe me. So I start trying to sweet talk the bitch. I'm telling her that I don't hate her and everything is OK. I finally asked that bitch what her name was. She said "You don't need to worry about that." So I say "You know my name, be polite and tell me yours." She says "Laura, my name is Laura." I look that crazy bitch dead in her face and say "Listen Laura, can you bring Amanda back because I need to clarify some shit with her." That bitch tells me Amanda is asleep and if I want to talk to her, I gotta lay down with her until she falls asleep. I tell her I just want to leave but she says I can't because the last thing Amanda remembers is being face down on my dick.So I lay down with the bitch until she falls asleep. A little while later she wakes up and it's Amanda. She's all confused and shit, Then she starts begging me to fuck her. I felt so bad about this bitch being crazy so I tried to fuck her but it just wasn't happening. I just kept thinking about the other crazy bitch coming back to stab me. I hopped off that bitch, grabbed my fucking clothes and belted, dude. I've been driving around for like two fucking hours thinking about this shit. I don't think my dick will ever work again. Jessica, that bitch made you look like a Catholic school girl.
Morphing back into myself....
At this point, I'm in fucking tears. I cannot stop laughing. I told him he needed to quit meeting bitches off the Internet. He seems to think it's his cock that turns women into crazy bitches but I was crazy long before he ever fucked me.
The moral of this story: Bitches be crazy.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Trust your instincts. If she looks like a dude, chances are she's got a huge cock.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
My Dad can’t spell for shit. It’s always been a joke that without spell check, he’d be completely lost. There are, those precious rare occasions, when even spell check throws it’s hands in the air and goes, “what the fuck?”
dad: “Hey, it’s your Dad. My PowerBook is broken.”
me: “What makes you think that?”
dad: “Spell check isn’t working.”
me: “Ok, explain.”
dad: “I’m typing in a simple word and it can’t find the god damn thing. It’s not even giving me choices.”
me: “What’s the word?… hold on, Ashley’s (my sister) beeping through”
dad: “Oh, okay.”
me: “Hey, what’s up?”
my sister: “Dad’s gonna call you. Be ready.”
me: “He’s on the other line.”
my sister: “Has he told you yet?”
me: “Told me what?”
my sister: “Oh fuck. I’m not spoiling it. Jesus, I hope we’re adopted. Bye. Have fun.”
dad: “Yeah, she okay?”
me: “Yep. Question about Halloween. What word is spell checker choking on?”
dad: “Sub Jest.”
me: “Huh? Sub Jest? Like two words?”
dad: “No, suuuubbbbb jjjjeeeeeessssttttt. Why is this so damn hard?”
me: “Dad, I don’t know what word that is either. Can you use it in a sentence?”
dad: “Ok, I’ll try” ….. silence…. “Ok, why the fuck can’t this fucking mac spell sub jest?”
me: “Dad, calm down. That’s not a word.” (stifling laughter) “What sentence are you typing?”
dad: “It’s a note to your aunt. I want her to SUB JEST to your cousin that they come up the night before the party. Ugh, I hate computers.”
me: “Suggest Dad. The word is suggest.”
dad: “That’s what I said.”
me: “How’d you spell it?”
dad: “S. U. B. G. E. S. T.”
me: “I suggest you spell it S-U-G-G-E-S-T.”
dad: “I guess your sister was right then. Gotta go.”
me: “Bye Dad.”
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Masturbation can be a fun activity for one to do when they're alone. I often masturbate, and I use the term "often" instead of throwing out the actual number of times I masturbate in a day to make me seem like less of a sexual deviant. The truth is I masturbate between 3-5 times a day, if not more. I understand the need to masturbate, to have an orgasm but the kid I'm about to tell you about used his masturbation to invade my privacy. Not only was it disturbing but it was HILARIOUS.
At the time I lived with my boyfriend and two of his brothers. Not only was I surrounded by men who probably masturbated at the drop of a towel but I was also in my room masturbating most of the day. What? I have needs. One day while my boyfriend was at work, his brothers were mowing the lawn with a friend of theirs. The youngest brother asked me to take him to the store and I obliged. Upon returning to the house I decided it was time for me to take a shower and get ready because my boyfriend and I were going out that afternoon. I took my shower, masturbated and dried off. I opened my cabinet searching for my bottle of lotion and it was nowhere to be found. Now this really pissed me off because it was a brand new bottle of lotion and it was mine. No one should have been in or near my room, let alone in my bathroom stealing my lotion. I got dressed, went into the living room and interrogated the boys about my lotion. They both denied taking it so I went into their bathroom and looked in the cabinet. BINGO, my fucking lotion. Oh but wait, what's this? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! Next to my bottle of lotion lie a pair of light blue, skimpy panties. MY light blue, skimpy panties. Lotion in one hand, panties in the other I stormed into the living room snorting and stomping like a bull.
"Which one of you sick fucks decided it was okay to steal my panties AND my lotion?"
They both sat there, mouths ajar, looking at each other.
"I don't know if this is some sort of weird fucking joke but this is not okay. It's not okay for you to touch my things, let alone go into my room when I'm not here."
The youngest brother quickly denies followed by the oldest.
"So if it wasn't either of you, then who the fuck was it?"
They sit in silence, still staring at each other. I could almost see the light bulb appear over the youngest brother's head. He explains that the kid was here had done similar things before and that's why he was living with his aunt. Who happened to be my boyfriend's father's secretary. The oldest told me that while the youngest and I were gone the boy had come inside to use the restroom and it had taken him quite a while. He chalked it up to the kid taking a massive shit. Then he also said that the kid had commented on how hot I was.
So apparently, this kid decides to waltzes into my fucking room, dig through my drawers, find a pretty pair of panties, raid my fucking bathroom cabinet, steal my lotion, go to the OTHER bathroom and masturbate. As if by not masturbating in MY bathroom he was showing a little bit of respect. I'm faced with the decision to call my boyfriend's father, who is a devout Christian and explain to him what just happened so he can tell the boy's aunt or I can just let it be.
Fuck that. I'm telling.
I call my boyfriend's father and begin to explain what happened as the bothers listen in. The three of us are sat around the kitchen table laughing so hard we're crying. He asks me if what I was telling him was the truth or if I was just playing a prank on him. I explain that even though we're all dying of laughter that the situation is indeed serious.
"Oh my, OH MY."
I could hear the embarrassment in his voice as he realized he'd have to explain the situation to his secretary.
He does so and she apologizes to me a million times. Every time I see her in public she does all she can to avoid me and if a collision is unavoidable she does her best not to make eye contact with me while we speak. It must be odd speaking to the woman your nephew sexually assaulted in his mind while holding her panties in one hand and jerking off with stolen lotion in the other.
I'm all for self gratification and fantasizing but for fucks sake, if you're going to masturbate with someone else's lotion while sniffing their panties PUT THEM BACK WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED SO NO ONE KNOWS.
This has been a lesson in masturbation.
The more you know, the more you can blow.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
MySpace - “Beating a dead horse sent you a message.”
Twitter - “A dead horse? I beat dead unicorns.”
Tumblr - “Truthful Tuesday, I’m obsessed with unicorns. Sexually. Here’s a picture of my boobs.”
Witstream - “So, how about that Charlie Sheen roast? Tiger blood!”
Sunday, September 11, 2011
If you take the sum of the first three digits, plus the sum of the second two digits, minus the sum of the last four digits, multiplied by the three digit number created by the first, fourth and seventh digits, then divided by difference between the first and last digits given the last is larger (difference between second and eighth if this is the case) then if the middle two digits are less than 50 you round the number to the tenth, if the middle two digits are more than 50 you round the number to the hundredth, if the middle two digits are equal to 50 you round to the whole.
Take that final number and multiply it by sixth digit, minus the seventh digit, divided by the eighth digit and add the ninth. Square the number. Write that number down, we’ll come back to it.
Add each of the individual numbers together, subtract your birthdate, subtract the year of your birth (ie subtract 1,975 if you were born in 1975) and add the number of siblings you have (only those born before you). If this number is a positive number, take the square root and round to the nearest whole number. If it is a negative number, subtract it from itself (ie, if -1985, subtract -1985 from it.). Multiply this number by the number you have wrote down from the last part.
This final number is the amount of you I expect actually mathematically finished this equation. Especially on a friday night.
Math courtesy my last three Irish Car Bombs.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
My first caller when I was working as a phone sex operator was very quick. I had never ever had phone sex before. I told him it was my first time and he told me that I sounded very sexy. He asked me put my hand in my shirt and start playing with my breast and I told him I was. Then he said he wanted to get fucked in the ass. So I told him I had a 12inch strap on ready to take him. Then I heard an "ugh yeah" followed by the click of him hanging up. This took about 30 seconds. It was so quick I thought we got disconnected. The other girls told me that most calls end with a hang up. So that was a very encouraging feeling starting a new job.
What I really liked about being a phone sex operator was the variety and diversity of people's fetishes who called in. Every time my phone rang I didn't have a clue what the caller was going to want, unless I recognized the number on the caller ID. Some men called in so frequently and talked to the girls so much that they even had special accounts set up at discounted rates. But every new caller always got me excited. I would look at each one as an opportunity to learn something new.
Hands down the weirdest caller that I had was a guy who was into vacuum cleaners. Anything thing to do with a vacuum would turn him on. He said the fantasy came from a cartoon he saw when he was a boy. It was a Hansel and Gretel story where instead of the witch having a broom she had a vacuum that she used to chase the kids around, suck them up and they would be trapped in the cleaner's bag. So I would make up stories about chasing children and chasing him around the house with my magic vacuum. Needless to say he was a happy customer.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
We all have our quirks, dark secrets and fetishes. Mine happens to be bondage and spanking. My best friend, however, is at the opposite end of the spectrum. I'm very submissive with men in the bedroom and she tends to be more dominant. I got to spend quite a bit of time with her yesterday, which was awesome because we hadn't seen one another in 7 months. She had a Karate tournament and asked me to ride along and I did. We had to pick up my friend Joe (future boy toy) from Ball Ground on the way to Greenville, so on the ride she and I discussed men. Our favorite subject. I have never known any women to be as boy crazy as she and I. After we picked up Joe (future boy toy) we started talking about the weirdest things we've ever made a guy do. Oh, I forgot to mention that not only is she a Domme but she also likes "Panty Boys" as she calls them. She LOVES making men dress up as women and basically emasculating them. It's something, as a submissive, I could NEVER do. I prefer the masculinity of man be intact when he shoves his cock inside of me. Call me old fashioned but I LOVE a manly man. You know, the kind of man who can house a family of birds in his chest hair. The kind of man who can pick me up and throw me over his shoulders when I refuse to go with him. The kind of man who puts me in my place when I won't make his favorite sandwich. I can't deal with "Panty Boys", I'd eat them alive.
Back to the matter at hand.
I asked her what the weirdest thing she's ever made a guy do and what she told me had me in tears and it had Joe's (future boy toy) asshole clenched so tight that I was sure when he stood up he'd take the interior with him.
She met a guy online and began chatting with him. As their relationship grew they decided to play a bit. This guy gets off on being told what to do so it's not like he was being forced to do any of this. She was drinking Moonshine one night and got a little More than frisky. She was having a bit of fun watching him masturbate and she noticed a beer bottle in the background. She demanded that he pick up the beer bottle and shove it into his ass. He obliged. As he's basically fucking himself in the ass with this fucking beer bottle she tells him to masturbate. So there this dude is, ass naked with a bottle shoved right up his ass, jerking it on web cam. She's loving this shit. He's getting ready to cum and she yells at him to bend over and cum on his own fucking face AND HE FUCKING DOES IT. The dude busts a nut in his own face, bottle up his ass, then proceeds to lick his own fucking cum from around his mouth.
At this point, I'm laughing so hard that tears are streaming down my face. Joe (future boy toy) is completely silent. Lips and asshole puckered. No story in my vault could top hers so I didn't even tell one.
Later she's talking about her fantasy to fuck the Weasley's from Harry Potter. All of them, even Jenny. Her fantasy is having an orgy with all of them and being able to cast a spell on herself to have extra holes to take all of the men at the same time. Me, being a fucking idiot, asked her "Will it feel good in the extra holes?" She looks at me, serious look across her face and says "Of course it feels good, it's fucking magic." I die laughing.
After we dropped Joe (future boy toy) off, our conversation drifted into more serious topics. I realized that no matter how far apart she and I are, she will always be fucking weirder than me.
This is why good friends are so very important, because who the fuck else is going to stand beside you through all the weird fucking shit that you do?
Friday, August 12, 2011
When I was 17 I decided to go to Job Corps because I had already missed so much of my Senior year that no matter how high my grades were I'd still have to repeat it. Job Corps was a great decision not because of the job training, but because I lived on campus and it was nothing but a tiny town full of teenagers and young adults. I can still recall seeing people fucking everywhere behind buildings. Good thing that Job Corps handed out condoms or there could have been another baby boom. On the weekends you were allowed to leave campus IF you were over 18. Which meant that my friends and I fell just under that category. However, being the cunning little fucks that we were we found a way out which required climbing over a fence without being seen, walking through a cornfield, walking down the highway WITHOUT being seen by the officer running the front gate and walking down the train tracks (trestle and all)into the tiny town of San Marcos, TX.
A few of us decided to go into town one Saturday to go swimming at the waterfall. The group included me, Steven, Matt and Waldo. Yeah, Waldo. The most cock-eyed son of bitch I have ever met. He STILL holds that record to this day. After passing through turmoil just to get into town we go into Hastings, which is a huge music/book store, to cool off before we continued to the waterfall. While we were there Matt bought a Walkman and an Eminem tape. Yeah you just read that correctly. Tape. Walkman. After we were done, we made our way to the waterfall, smoked some Kush with the college kids that were there, swam and just enjoyed being free for a day. It started raining so Steven and I got out and walked into the woods. Somethings went on, a few firsts but that's for another story. Let's just say that I've had that awesome sex scene beneath the canopy of the trees as the rain drizzles down on me.
As the rain came down harder we figured we'd better get back on the road before it got any worse. We made our way back to Hastings, went in and sat down. I got bored sitting there so I decided to walk around. I noticed one of the employees following me around. I went over to the guys and I sat down. I leaned over to Matt and I said
"Hey dude, either the guy who works here has the hots for me or he thinks I'm shoplifting."
Matt basically told me I was nuts so I beckoned him to watch. Without hesitation as soon as I got up the employee was back on my ass. After a while of playing musical dick with that guy I told the guys it was time to go.
Now, before we entered the building we were made to put our bags behind the counter. We went to the counter, grabbed our bags and proceeded outside. I was the last one out. As I walk out the security alarm goes off. I was already embarrassed by the fact the alarm had gone off causing EVERYONE in the store to stop and stare but as one of the employees grabbed my arms I could hear the snarky comments of parents to their children.
"And that's what happens if you shoplift,
you don't want to be like her do you?"
The employee asked me to empty my bag and I did. There it was, Matt's Walkman still in the case with no receipt. I knew at that moment I was fucked because without a proper receipt it looks like I stole the Walkman. The cops were called and when they arrived they took me into a tiny room. One officer left to ask the boys some questions and I was stuck with Officer Wonderful in that tiny little room. He began to interrogate me and I asked to see the video tape of me shoplifting. I then explained the situation, told him about my bag being behind the counter and that there was no possible way that I could've hidden the Walkman on my persons, grabbed my bag, and shoved it in there all before walking out of the door. The counter was right there next to the door. He claimed I had stolen it earlier that day.
That was the moment I lost my cool. I screamed profanities at him, I spit at him and I kicked the chair he was sitting in. He got up, grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. I threw my head back catching the bottom of his chin and he let me go. I turned around, hands clenched at my side, waiting for him to draw his baton. He never did. We just stood there staring at each other. At that moment his partner came in, whispered something to the cop, handed him the Walkman and walked out. The cop approached me with a bit of malice in his eyes and I took a step forward, greeting him with my pride that he'd tried to take from me. He handed me the Walkman and explained that the store had checked the bar code on the device and it showed that it had in fact been purchased earlier that day. I knew that he knew he was in the wrong for the way he interrogated me, instigated me. He apologized, stuck his hand out to shake mine and I spit in his hand. Not just a little spit. I hocked a loogie and spit it in his hand. I could see the anger seething beneath his skin but there was nothing he could do because he KNEW my Miranda rights had been violated.
I walked out of the store with my pride still intact and then I kicked Matt right in the fucking dick for leaving that fucking Walkman in the package with no receipt. We made it back to campus, no scars, no bruises, just pride, just laughter and a bottle of MD 20/20 that some old man bought for us.
All in all,
It was a great fucking day.
Friday, August 5, 2011