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What About Bill? [07 Jan 2009|05:11pm]

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A few of you out there have inquired about the weirdo who has commented here and there, being an idiot and making no sense. Some of you may already know who he is, others may vaguely remember his sorry ass, much like the smell of an old dog turd in your yard. For the majority of you who do not know who he is, you're just where you want to be. Don't change a thing. You'll only waste your time and lose IQ points for your trouble. The superdouche known as "Bill" is once again staining Blurty like shit in a fat man's jockey shorts.

So you know EXACTLY what brand of asshole loser Bill is, his recent court case for which he spent time in prison:

http://wcca.wicourts.gov/caseDetails.do;jsessionid=3F153B7323BA035861C02A791F3035BA.render2?caseNo=2007CF000351&countyNo=11&cacheId=2ED1134375ACD6E8D9DCDBC10F2F107A&recordCount=4&offset=0&mode=details&submit=View+Case+Details


I know none of you really give a shit, nor should you. I just wanted to post an FYI. No, there's STILL no reason to visit his blog. No, there's no reason to acknowledge his existence if he comments on your shit. Just go to the support area of this blog service and learn how to ban douchebags. It's that easy.

p.s. - Bill, since I know you're reading this and can NOT get enough of my dick, I just wanted to remind you that I'm STILL not "noimbill". You remain a superdouche cocksucker with rotting wildebeest sphincters for brains since you can't figure that one out :) Just sayin'.
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January In Tejas [06 Jan 2009|12:27pm]

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Sunny and in the seventies, only thirty-five for the low.
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No Fortune Could Buy This [05 Jan 2009|12:28am]

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Land, Ho! [04 Jan 2009|01:19pm]

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So it is time to lock in the final reservations for shore excursions. Our cruise is in less than a month now and if October's cruise taught me anything, it is to reserve your excursions BEFORE boarding the ship, yo.

Jamaica: Appleton Rum distillery and plantation tour. Education, primo rum, and a knock-out lunch. Word.

Grand Cayman: Stingray Sandbar Tour. National Geographic describes it as "one of the most rewarding experiences in the underwater world". A two-and-a-half hour swim in 3-8 ft. of water where we get to swim with, pet, and feed the rays. Snorkeling WILL be done here, damnit. I was HOPING to squeeze it in at some point.

Cozumel: Mayan Ruins of Tulum. This is a seven hour tour featuring fantastic history and white sand beaches. Can't wait to get into the shit.
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Where's Waldo [04 Jan 2009|10:47am]

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I'm currently watching my parent's dog right now as they are in Satantonio for R&R. These fucking vermin are LAZY as shit since they are primarily indoor dogs. I don't give them a break when they (my two mutts) have company so all of their haggard, opportunistic asses are outside for the duration. It's sort of a boot camp for asshole canines. Look at those shiftless fucks. Go be dogs, damnit! You're not coming back in!
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Try not. Fuck or fuck not, there is no try! [04 Jan 2009|09:27am]

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This is, what, Sunday? I need to quit taking the bait when the giners keep tossing the hook out into my yard.

It was a glorious, remarkable night. We met her girlfriend out at Ft. Inge last night and burned through her like a wildfire. She's probably still there, swirling in her cum coma. She said something earlier about meeting clients this morning. I'm certain that she was late.

You know, it's not professional to sacrifice punctuality for good, deep dicking, but I could not judge her too harshly. She had a tight body, twenty-seven, and every bit of a giver. You would never have known that she had a delicious, QUALITY tattoo that ran from oblique to oblique, and a hot little stud in her clit. She was a sleeper in this manner, looking the part of "reserved" when underneath she was a wildcat in her carnal expression. She worked my cock like Yoda works the saber.

Ew. I can't believe I just likened her to Yoda. Eh, shit happens.
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What An Asshole [02 Jan 2009|10:31am]

tescovee
I caught my rat bastard dog breaking out of the yard. I discovered this when I went out back to take some towels to the guest house and heard this pathetic, assed-out whimpering. I put the towels down and walked over to my pepper bushes and found that little fucker STUCK under one of the fence boards. The little cocksucker got bonered while trying to squeeze it. While I laughed and mocked its silly ass, I kept poking it's winking brown eye with a fallen palm frond.

She finally popped her ass free and waited by the front door.
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New Year's Day Gym Spot [01 Jan 2009|04:00pm]

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I got my inline skating done at around noon and then hit the sweatbox for the stretch. Mike, one of the trainers, was interested in snapping a pic or two for their boards. I kept the homer ones and sent him the rest, yo. May all of you hermans get your sweat on as well. Life gets better with each set ;)

Locking in for the deadlift
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Working that bag without a spotter. Wrists are broken this way...unless you know how to throw one, mutherfucker ;)
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Preacher curls and pain
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Yapping when I should be lifting.
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That's it. I'll yank on your genitals later.
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Auld Lang Syne [01 Jan 2009|09:00am]

tescovee
Just dragged my well-worn body through the door after having been run through the ol' New Year's Eve party machine. This herman named Eric had brought his thousand foot long recreational vehicle up to the pub I was at and loaded quite a few of us on board for a run up into the hills. The only warning was to be prepared for the overnight.

Well ain't that the idea ;)

He drove the rolling party to his monsterous hunting lodge and presented the GRAND bonfire-lit New Years party complete with an open bar stocked with the premium shit, and a deli tray set up that would make a fat man cry. I love a mutherfucker with style.


So it's time for some coffee and a friggin nap, yo. I hope all of you had a pleasant time last night with friends and/or family.
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Turkey Sandwich [30 Dec 2008|08:41pm]

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The pot for the biggest loser totaled out at $838, $586 of which went to me as the first place winner. Of course winning such an enormous, frighteningly huge amount of money has attracted all sorts of gashes at the gym. Since I'm not one to shell out cabbage for bitches, I have been showing them the proceeds, depositing my seeds, and droppin' that worn twat like it's on fire.

Right, so I was working the shoulders at the gym earlier this evening when "Stacy"(name changed for obvious reasons) came up to greet me. Now don't get me wrong when I call her a fucking cunt, but this fucking cunt was stacked! I had noticed Stacy a few times before, rocking her jelly on the elliptical trainer and being a general nuisance to the betterment of weight training focus. Stacy wanted to "congratulate" me on my success with winning the weight loss competition, and also asked a mutherfucker out to Applebee’s for a couple of drinks after the gym. Since the pussy was calling and my cock wanted to pick up, I accepted.
We made plans to shake off the gym sweat, shower the bits and then meet up at the restaurant an hour and a half later. When I got there I ordered a boilermaker but the frog faced cunt behind the bar didn't know what the fuck so I pulled the sawed-off from my coat and blew her fucking teeth out the back of her coconut.

Word, I was just kidd'n 'bout that last part. I don't know what the fuck...let's move on.

Anyway, she and I met up at the place and enjoyed small talk over a few drinks, which she paid for, and then promptly left for some anal sex. You see, Stacy is a whore by default. She knew it, I knew it, so it was time to skip the pleasantries and make with the fuckin'. We went back to my trailer where I began to woo her with merlot and the smooth jazz sounds of Chuck Mangione. Raging confidence aside, I was a bit shocked when she loosed my hammer from my Sans-A-Belt trousers and began honey baking my ham, right there in front of the latest catalog from Bud K. As I flipped through the pages, scanning fine cutlery amid the sounds of a pig working my root, I decided that I wanted to get into some crotch-to-ass-to-crotch fucking as soon as possible. I let out with a slap, threw the bitch back, and told her to give Daddy that peanut butter sandwich. She tossed her dogs up in the air and rolled that puckered starfish into full view.
Now, what bothered me wasn't the slight dirt stain on her brown eye, Hell, I could've just hit that shit with a Wet Nap and crammed it in her mouth. No, what bothered me, what let some air out of the tire, was the appearance of her snapper! Apparently she had just shaved the fucking thing because there was no trim, no stubble, and no fucking landing strip. With the goose bump stippling of hair follicles, it looked a lot like an uncooked Thanksgiving turkey! I was wrecked. My subconscious was pulling a coup d'etat on my state of arousal and my cunt-beating boner was being overthrown! Before I knew what the fuck, I spat on it. I didn't really gather up the light, fluid saliva typically used as lubrication. No, I straight up BRICKED a snot wad upon her raw poultry crotch and fell the fuck up out of there.
So there I was, standing outside my own goddamn trailer, when it occurred to me that I might have reacted a bit poorly, you know, with little tact or some shit. I slinked back in to catch my turkey twat lover gathering up her shit and grumbling like a pissy little bitch. I walked over to her, thinking of a way to smooth over the damage that was done. I talked her up a bit, told her some shit about how I was going all crazy/dirty on her ass and when I hocked one off on her cooze, her reaction put me off and I got embarrassed. Much to my surprise, the talk worked. She comforted me and told me that she understood and that we should just get the mood back and make the night work one way or another. Shit, she was thinking about a paid-for date at the saloon sometime in her future and I was thinking of a way to bounce this betty from my crib. I crafted a plan of action and made with the maneuvering as I began to kiss and direct my lover down the hallway, towards the back door. As we were getting it going I thought that she wasn't such a bad kisser and that something might work for our little tryst…until I thought of her turkey. I picked up speed and was now sliding her down the wall, inching closer to the door only four more feet away. When we stopped, I slyly pushed my lover down to my still-flaccid cock and let her fumble with my trousers again. As she fucked around with the zipper like a retard, I slowly, quietly unlocked the door behind her and turned the doorknob as my knob finally disappeared into her mouth. As Stacy began to work the banger up into rigidity, I began pulling my hips further and further back until I had enough leverage for the finishing move. In one smooth, simultaneous motion, I pushed the door open and face fucked her right the shit out of the house! Of course, because I had no back steps and my mobile home sat three feet off the ground, Stacy's ass hit the dirt with a bun-breaking thud. As I clawed for the doorknob, I could hear the bitch moaning, cursing, and groaning in serious pain. I finally grasped the knob and closed that shit and locked it tight! After I hauled ass and hucked Stacy's shit out of the front door, I picked up the phone and called the cops as there'd CERTAINLY be some sort of a domestic dispute/destruction of property/disorderly conduct charge lined up once they arrived.

That was thirty minutes ago and the cops still haven't arrived. Stacy is currently pulling sheet metal from the sides of the front door and spewing all sorts of unladylike curse words. I decided to sit down and type up this post in case she makes it in and beats me to death with her turkey crotch. Wish me luck, yo. Wish me some fucking luck.
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Ten Percent, Yo! [30 Dec 2008|04:36pm]

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I went out to Utopia, Tx. to look at acreage. There is a REALLY nice piece of land sized at just over thirty-five acres and is only $49,900, which is a fucking STEAL. HOWEVER, they require 10% down right off the bat. Apparently the market sucks so bad right now that this is a standard requirement. Suddenly, purchasing land has become as tedious as buying a fucking house.

Another serious purchase to mull over : /
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Time [27 Dec 2008|08:12pm]

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I shampooed the carpet in three bedrooms.

That's it. That's all I've fuckin' done today. Time to beat the wad out of it.
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Last Night's Flavor [27 Dec 2008|10:11am]

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Before you read:


This entry is an account of last night's sexual encounter. I sat down to this computer still in a fog of excitement. Even though I can be thoroughly spent, physically, I often remain in a heightened sense of arousal mentally and emotionally. I decided to type up a short recap of the events, but before long I was in full swing with my description. So, as a way to help purge myself of lingering lust, I posted this account of what happened...partly to get it out of my head...and partly to get some of you off as I'm hoping it will. I'm a sexual being who likes to share. What can I say?

Now, try to enjoy as I exorcise this demon




I went to her last night, somewhere around three, to find her surreptitiously reading her worn copy of Women On Top. She had her sneaky little reading light on, an illumination that goes largely unnoticed unless one is stalking from room to room, looking for heat. I like it like this, finding her swimming in it, fantasizing about getting completely unglued by some hot, focused man. I stood outside the door, peeking in while stroking my cock to a full, thick readiness. When her hand slid under the sheets, I entered slowly and with no sound. She bucked slightly as the sensations washed across her body. She must have really gotten in there because the breathing became heavy at a quickened pace. Now I know better than to startle a woman, particularly in circumstances like these, but when she detected my presence and quickly rolled to see me standing there, stroking languidly, she quickly fell back into the rhythm.
I had her read on out loud. I wanted to know "where" she was with this man. She was a bit coy with it at first, but that soon diminished. It always does. As she read "Sandra's" testimony, I placed one of her hands upon my thickened shaft, guiding her along the length, testing her attention. She folded the book and turned the light off. As one light went out, the shine of the street lamp outside graced our bodies from through the blinds that had been left slanted open. I enjoyed the aspect of revelation provided as the light broke her body up into intermittent offerings. As she writhed, more of her could be seen, feasted upon by my adjusting eyes. She was stroking me heavily now, placing me in her mouth from time to time to get me slick. As she drew herself up to her knees, she gave my cock several more rapid jerks, slapped it naughtily and demanded service. I slapped her. It wasn't hard, but it was smart enough to get her attention. She wasn't going to dictate terms here. Her pussy was getting wrecked for her clandestine activities. She was going to be thoroughly used for denying me on such a heady night.
I knew she was soaked. I could smell her from where I was. I took a handful of her hair and turned her, drawing her around so that her beautiful ass was before me. She was tense, certainly cocked and waiting for what was to happen. I did catch her completely off guard so to see her trembling so was of no real surprise. I stepped back a bit and took her in. She is a fine wonder, a true work of art. Her lines lead me to believe in a God and I was bent on making her cry out his name so I leaned in close, kneeling a bit, and took her bottom into my hands. I spread her slightly so that I could kiss her wetness. It was a slow kiss. It was almost apologetic as if I was saying goodbye to the innocence. Fuck, I wanted this woman.
As soon as my lips came up off of her I pushed her into the mattress, flattened out and facedown. I crawled up upon her, working my way slowly along her spine, dragging my tongue along the subtle creases and definitions of her backside. When I got to her nape I hooked a finger behind her hair and pulled it to one side. I enjoy this view immensely, a woman's neck, jaw line, ear...her look of pleasure and want. I took it all in as I dropped my heavy cock between her parted legs, letting it slap against her pussy. Kissing her neck now and drawing my thickness up and down along her wet, wet folds. She kept raising her hips to meet my movements so I set into a rhythm for her, giving her a chance to enjoy the aesthetics of it all. I was speaking to her now, telling her the things she likes to hear, about how good her pussy feels wrapped around me, coaxing my determination from me. The little dance picked up in pace at this point. She was soaking my hard dick really well and I just had to let the pleasure of penetration settle the score so upon the next drag, I pulled my hips forward and pushed myself into her. She did then gasp as I pressed myself up into her body, enjoying the stretching sensations as I drove my way into new flesh. I slid my hard dick all the way up into her until my hilt was pressed firmly into her ass. I pumped it in slow, short, powerful thrusts at first before drawing my length all the way back and driving it in again. I took one of her hands and pushed it out along the bed, above her head and with the other, grabbed a handful of hair and held her down. I let my mouth play along her neck and jaw line as my heavy thrusts built the tension deep inside her body. I was starting to get nasty in my words. I couldn't help it. I wanted her to know the mood, to make no mistake about it. She writhed free from my pressure and control and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. As I accommodated the position, I kept my swollen cock buried deep inside of her, letting her settle in and bend those hips to let me in just a little deeper. I knew it was hurting her slightly since I was bottoming out, but she loves the deep massage...and pressure of a cock that is just a little too big for her.
This is where it became animalistic. We took no time at all in setting into each other fiercely. I focused on the shuddering ripples setting across her sweet body as my hips repeatedly crashed into her. The slapping of perfection echoed across the room as I viciously thrust inside of her. I could feel my load already building up inside of me and I loved it. I love to feel the pressure of my hot load swell from within, in anticipation of a very, very heavy release. We were spewing such filth at each other now, swearing and chastising each other for being so primal and given to such blatant sexual slavery. My words were sent from my body forcefully, punctuated and heaved out with each powerful thrust. I was punishing her now. I wanted to drive it in so deep, to make her pay for choosing those pages over the pressure of inimitable me. She was learning the lesson.
It was at this point when I wanted to enjoy the mess I was making of her so I withdrew myself from her aching pussy and flipped myself over, flat on my back between her legs. I grabbed her hips and brought her pussy down to my eager mouth. She sensuously pressed herself into my mouth, allowing my tongue to trace the lust. I toyed with her pussy for a bit, tracing filthy fucking words into her swollen, battered pussy, giving her time to transition well from the brutalizing to something more luscious and thick. Her impatience was quick as she repositioned herself to accept something more meaningful and encompassing...so I obliged. I pressed myself into her and kissed her pussy deeply. I used all of myself to just cover every square inch of her, sucking and licking...slight tugs and small nibbles. I explored every fold of her womanhood with my tongue and took her clit for a ride. I turned my head so as to be able to bring her swelling clit between my tongue and upper lip, stroking her off like this until she fucking exploded on my face. Her juices dripped down my jaw as she pressed her bucking hips into my hot mouth and as she jerked the last couple of spasms off on me, I shoved my way up under her body, coming up to meet her face-to-face. She knew what I wanted so there was no time wasted when she guided my heavy, swaying cock into her softened, quivering hole. She drove herself down on my spike, stabbed herself repeatedly with my hard cock as I began to meet her with thrusts of my own. I leaned my head in and sucked on her swinging tits while she worked my cock masterfully. Each heavy thrust was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm and I loved it. I kept bringing myself to the edge and then dousing my fire so that the load could build. As the headboard slammed against the wall, the heated sounds of fucking and animal breathing stole the show. I was taking in every aspect of the moment, from the rhythmic throb of her pussy as she worked me with her muscles, to the bead of sweat rolling down my neck. My senses were heightened and I now wanted to blow it up.
I grabbed her in mid-stride and bucked myself up and flipped her over. I landed on her, pinning her into the bed with a muffled thud as I drew her knees up under my arms. I like to finish like this, powerful and dominant over my lover. I growled something inappropriate and coarse and my cock fell upon her pussy like a thick, hot wrecking ball. I was using my whole body to torment her now, arching myself entirely to allow the bulk of my weight to crash down on her with each thrust, focusing all of my power on her pussy and clit. We kissed passionately as my sex was forceful. I sucked and licked, taking bites as I pleased. I had my body hooked into her now and was allowing the momentum of the fuck to bounce her off between my cock and the mattress. I could sense that she was going to cum again so I leaned in for more words and kissing, turning her head to the side so I could feast upon her neck. Even in the wash of the streetlight, I could see her chest grow flushed as she clenched around me and spilled over and over into heavy, brutal orgasms. I worked it viciously as her body unloaded around me and as she wrenched them off passionately, I felt myself giving into temptation. She collapsed under me as my balls became tight. Just as I began to sense it, she too felt me going over the edge. I rocked my body into hers as the load swelled from within. As I began to pump, I threw my arms back and landed them on the bed behind me. Leaning back on my knees, my cock sprung from her gripping pussy and was quickly grasped by her stroking hand. As she worked my hammer, torrents of cum erupted from me. The massive build-up I had been savoring was now raining down on her entire body as cum laced her from her mouth to her brutalized pussy. I was screaming in a dark, booming voice, telling her to work it off, to stroke out every fucking drop. She did not relent until I was completely unloaded.

She and I broke free of our dance and fell down onto the bed, completely spent and awash in satisfaction. We spent the better part of an hour lying side by side, me stroking her back, talking about the every day things.
It wasn't long though before the mood became heavy again and the need for more release was upon us. We took each other through the pulsating thrill of carnal knowledge until about eight-thirty this morning when sheer exhaustion and true soreness finally took its toll. She never did apologize for choosing clandestine masturbation over the thrill of hot flesh. I know that she has no need to be sorry...but I like to pretend to be angry about it, to be honestly offended.

And I like to make her pay.
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Felt Like A Saturday [27 Dec 2008|12:07am]

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It was a VERY chill day. Headed up the highway to my special place, met up with my favorite South African, and proceeded to trade thoughts on the meaningful things in life. Here are the captured images.

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Hell would be living with nothing meaningful to share with those who matter.
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