Below are the most recent 11 friends' journal entries.

Friday, November 21st, 2008
tescovee	11:34a	Pirates And Their Mothers I'm already shopping for another cruise. This time I'm taking my mom for her birthday. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 20th, 2008
tescovee	12:56p	Dear Lord... Boy, I'm gonna lay into my cock right now and beat that bastard like it just slapped my mother. That's nasty. Sorry Mom. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 19th, 2008
tescovee	8:03p	Me Wan Numba Won Fuckie, PERO... So I was balls-deep in some Asian chick when my mind began to wander over to thoughts about Chinese food. Even though the chick I was screwing was most certainly some brand of Filipino, or some Southeast Asian hookerbean, my mind took a direction towards wok cooking and how fucking good that shit can taste. As I began tea bagging my lustful, slanted tramp, I thought about how nicely some ginger shrimp with snow peas would hit the spot! As I dropped my dumplings as far down that little yellow tramp's throat as possible without making her gag up rice or won ton soup or whatever the fuck they eat, her equally slutty friend came up off her pussy and demanded my cock. I quickly popped my balls from my receptacle's rot, smacked her in the eye with my dick, and took to my feet. I had yanked her surly dink friend onto the floor and threw her over the edge of the bed. It was at the point when I simultaneously smashed her face into the mattress with one foot while jamming my root in her dirt hole when I began to wonder if I had all the necessary ingredients available. I USUALLY keep fresh ginger root in the crisper and had little doubt in that department. But what about the snow peas? In most cases, I prepare any recently purchased snow peas straightaway since they soon become bland and flaccid, losing their crisp, fresh texture. THIS had me a bit bothered, let me tell you. So there I was getting my cinnamon ring licked while I fucked up into the ass of my culinary inspiration. I was thinking about popping already since curiosity was getting the best of me, not to mention that the grocery store would be closing in about an hour. I HAD to have those snow peas, damnit. The ginger shrimp stir-fry wouldn't be acceptable without fresh snow peas to liven the taste! I knew that I had a can of water chestnuts in the pantry, but would that do? Of course not. I asked the asslicking zipperhead to knock her shit off so that I could wheelbarrow my anal sex into the kitchen for some stock-taking. In a bit of a precarious lean, and some annoying complaining from the pig on my dick, I found that I indeed DID NOT have any fucking snow peas. THIS was no damn good. I kinda fuck-shoved the pig into the lazy susan as I popped my wad off up in her buttocks, effectively deucing her off into the cabinetry in a most uncomfortably contorted mess of angry dink. I gathered my clothes as slut 2 spouted off from the luxury of my bed. I realized that I'd better rid my home of these two cunts since angry Southeast Asian bitches are notorious for spite-induced acts of vandalism, or worse. I gathered two frozen shrimp and chicken egg rolls from the freezer and tossed them out the open front door. Much to my dismay, these two troublemakers didn't tear right after that shit so I was forced to drag them out by their hair. Whatever...anyway, I was up at the grocery store in less than ten minutes after my rock dodging departure and found that the store's selection of snow peas was LESS than satisfactory. I mean these snow peas were fucking NARST! They lacked the crisp texture I preferred and resembled some wilted, bruised up garbage you'd find shat from the ass of a man who loves to keister stash fresh produce. Fucking unacceptable. I was crushed. I HATED having my hopes doused like that so I decided to peruse the beer coolers for some Pabst Blue Ribbon since I was already at the store. It was in this aisle of hops-bolstered malt liquor when I first took sight of her. She was looking over a few bottles of the strawberry wine lining the opposing racks when I caught a glimpse of the tramp stamp at the asscrack. That ass was round, brown, and ready to pound! "Fuck it..." I decided. "Tonight, I'm eating Mexican." (4 Comments |Comment on this)
tescovee	1:08p	Go Soft Or Go Home I received an interesting email today containing a scanned photograph of yours truly. It was a picture taken by the wife of a guy who I met while scuba diving in Cayman. To make sense of the picture, the caption should read: "What time did you get back to your stateroom this morning?" Here's my answer to her: Notice the haggard appearance? Yes, I was very tired. Well, i'm still adjusting to the depressing aspect of super modifying my weightlifting routine. I have snubbed heavy weight and adopted a regimen of low weight/high reps. In this I'll give my body the needed rest and will facilitate my daily efforts towards recovery. To be honest with you, I really am looking forward to a nice break from the damage that gripping heavy weight does to my hands. Even though I wear lifting straps and gloves, the pressure and friction creates callouses on the pads where my fingers meet my palms. This is of great inconvenience since I PREFER soft hands. Don't get me wrong, i'm not going metrosexual on you. I just don't enjoy jacking off with my mitts if they're a bit on the corn-cob-rough side. I won't go so far as to shove my hand in a Vaseline-lined glove for my hammer. I'm not that vain...and Curly was an asshole. I just don't like fucking a vagina bearing teeth so I'm sure as Hell not psyched about handling my winner with sandpaper hands, goddamnit. Word. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 18th, 2008
tescovee	9:48a	Checking In View from the Sunday afternoon reading spot. So I'm competing in this "Biggest Loser" competition up at the gym where you compete to win by losing the most in inches and bodyweight. It's sad to say, but I will be winning the pot by burning my regular amount of spent calories. All I'm going to have to do is lower my daily calorie intake, which ain't shit for me to do, especially when the payoff is some quick cash. I think the last comp's pot was somewhere around $600. I'm looking forward to beating out all those lazy bitches and snaking that green, yo. I'm still uneasy about my neck/arm damage. I'm gonna have to see where my condition is after another five weeks. Last night's chest/tricep workout was slightly encouraging since there was less pain than the last time, and my tricep strength isn't quite as paltry as it was the week before. (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 15th, 2008
tescovee	8:56p	Move Yo Ass My parents are old farts. Dad's creepin' up on seventy-five while mom...well, mom apparently "froze" in age back when she turned fifty. This development has brought the two of them to a recent decision: THEY'RE SELLING THEIR LAKEHOUSE. Yes, I did employ the dramatically useless Caps Lock emphasis on that last statement, but it's really that big of a deal for me. I've had some grrrrrrreat goddamn times there and will miss it dearly. My selfish interests notwithstanding, it is actually a sensible move for them to make. Growing older has placed them in the position of the feeble who have a difficult time working a waterfront property that spreads out over a generous slope. I cannot make it there frequently enough to do the good son deeds, so it's time for them to move closer to their kids. Enter the suggestion, from me, that they look into purchasing land near Pipe Creek and having a house built to meet their specific needs. This weekend my mother is staying out in the guest house, MLS sheets and real estate booklets spread out around her while she highlights those particular areas of interest. We took a drive today out to Castroville, Medina Lake, and Pipe Creek/Bandera. I made a few suggestions...this being one of them... The property providing that view is very close to me and relatively inexpensive. My folks are going to make a fucking killing on the sale of their house since everything around them is now multi-million and has driven their property value through the roof. I think they should sell it, buy a kickass place in the hills, and let me come over to help with various tasks such as mowing, light maintenance...and fly fishing. Word. Whatever the case, I hope they dig it. (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, November 14th, 2008
tescovee	7:54a	D. Suckersons So last Thursday night I was cranking away at my back, putting the muscles through a routine bearing new weight. There was a point when I was doing T-bar rows with two hundred and twenty-five pounds, a very heavy weight for me. I had also loaded three hundred and twenty pounds on the Smith machine for shrugs. Somewhere amid all this huffing, puffing, and straining, I managed to make a MESS of the muscles in and around the trapezius, somewhere mid-thoracic, sumbitch. Yeah, so that night as well as the next was spent in pain since there was trauma to a major nerve cord that descends from my neck vertebrae, down into my shoulder blade and through the muscles of the triceps and forearm. I couldn't sleep for two nights due to the amount of constant pain radiating from my muscular pile of failure. I have also lost about 50% of my strength in my left triceps which has me a little freaked out. Yesterday I went to my doctor and had a few simple motion tests done. At this juncture we are going to rehab the messy bitch. I got a course of steroids to roll through before I begin taking the anti-inflammatory pills. I might be looking at six weeks or more before I'm back to normal. Dis sucks. (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 12th, 2008
tescovee	10:15a	So Good You'll Want To Slap Your Genitals Alright cocksuckers... It's time for a short lesson on how to make my favorite condiment. I made a fresh batch of hot sauce this morning and snapped a couple of pics to aid in illustration. Pay attention, douchekateers. 1. This chile pequin bush grows wild on my property, as they do in abundance throughout the area. If you've no pequin plants, you may substitute with the peppers of your own liking(such as Thai or cherry peppers). Just don't be half-assed about it, damnit. 2. Pick a pamlfull and wash them. Toss the fuckers into a small task food processor with about a tablespoon of water. Set aside for now. 3. Pick one or two large, ripened tomatoes, cut them into halves and grate the pulp out using a cheesegrater. Press down and rotate tomato half with fingers as you grate. Do it in a way that leaves the skin behind. Discard the skin, cocksucker. 4. After grating, pour off tomato juice and about a Tablespoon of pulp into the food processor and puree the contents. You want to see the pulp of peppers and tomato as a puree and find the pepper seeds intact. I'm yanking on my cock now. 5. Pour processed pepps and mater into a bowl with the grated mater pulp. At this point you want to salt and water down to your liking. I like a meatier salsa so I use little water, although the resulting juice carries the flavor into your foods as it drains off when served. Whatever you prefer. 6. Pour your concoction into a glass jelly jar (I use Ball brand jars as they hold up well in the dishwasher). Try to only use glass jars as plastics can leave a fucky taste. Also, try not to use used jars as the stank of the previously contained food can uber fuck the flavor of your handmade shit, bohab. **REVISION: I got bored with my pictured sauce and added some extra stuff to it. I do this when I want more of a chunky texture to my salsa. Add some finely chopped white onion and some chopped FRESH cilantro for added flavor. ALSO, you may smoke your pepppers in a smoker before making the sauce. This provides a chipotal to the pepper and can improve the flavor...if you like smokey shit, yo. You can also be a sad bitch and just add a teaspoon or two of liquid smoke. Eh....whatever you're into, mutherfucker. Viola! (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 9th, 2008
tescovee	1:16p	Nice I just bought gas for $1.81 per gallon. (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 8th, 2008
tescovee	9:18a	THANK GOD! I had it centered and was fucking up in it, stretching her out and feeling her wrench them off. TIME, that ruthless bitch whore, was ticking away relentlessly as my chances for full release was shrinking off into the damn distance. She had to get the fuck out and check in at work early this morning. Much to her credit, she wiggled and gripped it, pinched my nipples and spoke the naughtiest French she knew (two things that usually send me right over the edge). As much as I HATED to do it, I let her out from under the assault. She really did need to go. As heavy as the mood was, and as much as I needed it, I was left feeling deeply unfulfilled. So there I was, about an hour later, flipping a couple of pancakes and planning a good jack off session to help ease the tension when I heard the back door squeak. She came into the kitchen, directed me into the bedroom, and yanked off my boxer briefs. Before I had even made it into the room my cock had begun to thicken, so by the time it swung into her mouth, I was almost rock hard. It didn't take long to swell into my full size as she worked my dick like a greedy, cum hungry nympho. With my cock reaching a weight she craved, she turned towards the bed, slid a knee up on the edge and coyly spread her lips apart with her first two fingers. I entered her and went into a frenetic pace straightaway. As my balls slapped her swelling clit, I could feel her gripping down tighter and tighter with each stimulating thrust. It was not long before I flipped her over, jacked her knees up under my elbows, and drove it in forcefully for the finish. Really, at that point, it didn't take but a couple of minutes. I let myself go while inside her, feeling her quick breaths draw in with each of my cum-pumping throbs. She leaned in and bit and licked my neck as I had my back arched and worked off the remaining sensations. As smoothly as she had come to me, she departed. I got out of the shower about thirty minutes ago, refreshed and no longer in the mood to destroy things. GOD BLESS thoughtful, coolfuck women who know how to take care of their partners. SERIOUSLY...THANK GOD. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
tescovee	3:37a	Fuck Too Much? I'm closing in on thirty-six. I have twice the sex drive of your average eighteen year old. I am WAY more "freaky" than I was ten years ago. I don't know what to think about this. I'm speculating that the increase has a lot to do with the testosterone boost I've seen since I began serious weight training a couple of years ago. It all sounds fine and dandy but it's not because the demand exceeds the supply. Eh... (Comment on this)