Also, all you people who are trying to be nice and sayingdon't ban them, that's the pussy way out
You're the same liberal cucks who probably wanted
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
This is true. Africa, China, Japan they're not compelled under strict orders & guidelines to diversify. Just the white race.You're the same liberal cucks who probably wanted
Our genocide.
^ however....trust me when I tell you that I'm eternally grateful my friend...there's nothing in the world like white pussy
Return To Vegas^ however....trust me when I tell you that I'm eternally grateful my friend...there's nothing in the world like white pussy
by Fartface Robinson
Chapter One
"What's new with Kevin these days?"
Girl had joined me after supper in the living room as I waited for the evening's episode of "Bat Masterson" to finish recording. She'd usually busy herself elsewhere so I was already on alert that something was askew.
"Uh, he's under scrutiny as that little fellow that I told you about is after him again."
"You mean that poster named Dip?"
"No, Deep, Katie, his name is Deep."
"Right. Well, that's a shame. I know how you boys have your fun there. Maybe a conjoined trip to Vegas would cheer him up."
"You mean Dip, cheer him up?" I chuckled solidly.
"No!" She played along. "It's been a while and the weather is still so nice, before the heat comes in."
"I could ask. You mean this coming weekend? That soon?" It was already Wednesday night.
"Sure. You like that wax museum there and the guess your weight concessions in the basement of Excalibur. And I enjoy room service, from Los Angeles." Her giggle was exquisite.
"This isn't one of those times where I agree and then you change your mind and we don't speak for 3 days, is it?" I'd wanted the NBA Package. It was agreed on and then she double crossed me. "No, you spend too much time already on that silly stuff."
"Don't start, Cully. C'mon, ask him on that site, that Laker's site you guys go on. What's it's called, the Lakers Forum, that's it. Better yet, call him."
"Even better yet, you call him. He was on the Board an hour ago. I'm sure he's still on there, tormenting Dip." I smiled at the name change.
"Do I dare?"
"Dare, dare."
"You couldn't listen, Cully. I'd have to go outside, or, into the bedroom."
"Bull , Katie. Uh, uh. I'm sittin' right next to you, Fruits down." I knew she was just kidding about my exclusion, but, you never knew with Katie-Girl.
"Fine, but, Fruits up...Fruits will be down after the date is made and the line cut. No date, Fruits stay up. Agreed?"
"What will you do if the date is confirmed?"
"Whatever you want, Cully."
"That sob better answer his phone. Where's your cell phone, I'll get it for you." I went to trigger the handle on my Lazy-Boy.
"Stay there, I brought it with me." Her wink was wicked. Her hazel eyes moist and full of the mischief.
I eased off the handle, settled back in the Boy and watched the red light on the DVR switch off. The man who became a legend in his own time was primed.
Thread
sons it's good that you took the first step in admitting the addiction. Even with all the ed opinions that fly around here on a daily basis (a UTSA engineer thinking he'll actually have a job after he graduates from college for example) this place still gets pretyy addicting. You are not alone in your quest my friend
if you're serious about leaving the site for good do this
1) go to Edit Email and Password
2) change your password to something you'll never remember (ex: jagsdigjadsi or something like that). Type it into Word, copy and paste it, and then delete it off of word so that you immediately forget it.
3) change your email to something bogus like [email protected]
4) log out
You'll never be able to log in again
do the same for your other accounts
I'm like a caged wild gorilla right now....give me the version where DPG and I both are standing right before Katie girl as she keenly awaits the judgement..both DPG and I both drop trou at the same time and then she screams: " Ohh LAWD "...
when you get time tell us the rest of that story Cully
Chapter Two
"I will get his number off my phone, honey-bun."
"No need. I got it on mine." Just a bit of lilt to her cadence.
"You've called him?" I was incredulous and just a might intrigued.
"Just a couple times since......that time."
"Katie-Girl!" I tried to admonish her, but, it came out as something else.
"You said I could, you said it turned you on for me to speak to him when you weren't there, or, aware of the contact."
"I never said suc.......oh, yeah, I did say that, but, but, how many times, Girl?"
"I told you already, just 3 or 4, that's all."
"But you said just a couple a moment ago. Which is it?"
"6, absolutely no more than 9." Her laughter was rich, my impotence straining at it's limitations.
"He never said a word on that gd site, or, in private messages." My head was spinning.
"It's really between him and I, Cully. You said you understood such things, remember, darling?"
"I never did. I never said suc....oh, yeah, I did say that on the drive back last trip in there."
"See!"
"But, how could I enjoy it, if I didn't know what I wasn't going to know?"
"Well, mama didn't think it prudent to include you."
'mama?' Oh, Christ. The sooner I got this phone call out the way the better. 'Please, God, make that cheap bas be home and answer his gd phone.'
"Okay, now I'm dialing. Be quiet and no coaching from the cheap seat. No rolling eyes, no pulling your zipper down, no watching tv in the meantime. Just sit there, listen, and watch. Mama will be done soon."
'Mama?' I made an unintelligible sound.
"And none of that. No sounds, no raspberries, no miming like your humping me from behind, no pumping your hand up and down like your pulling your pud. Time for all that later when mama is done with her call."
One last time with the 'mama.' I pulled the handle all the way back, the bas hit the wall as Girl shushed me, then punched the numbers.
'Please God, please God, please God.' I counted down from 30 as I'm apt to do in times of trial and tribulation. I got down close to 10 and was close to at least a single, if not double coronary, if not cry when Girl's voice split the silence.
"Hey, you." Her voice soft and girlish, once again 15-years-old.
'Hey, you?' 9 times, my ass.
I tried to open my eyes, but, I was too chicken . I squeezed 'em shut even tighter as I strained mightily to pick up Kevin's banter in the silence.
"Yes, he insisted. He's sitting right next to me." I could hear his voice, but, could not glean the words, nor their intent. Just strong and vibrant would cover the quality.
"Kevin say's hi, Cully. And not to let Deeps get you down."
I gave Girl the thumbs up and squeezed my eyes tighter still.
"You busy this weekend, Kev?"
'Kev?' The tone of his voice softened as I heard Katie squirm and shift in her position.
"Of course we will. It's our invitation, our charter as it were."
'That cheap son-of-a- !'
"Like last time, Mandalay Bay. C'mon."
'C'mon?'
Anytime anyone calls him out for his he takes it as a compliment. It's like one day if he becomes the subject of an office party conversational delight he'd probably think he's getting into their heads, "Oh , they're making fun of me now.. I must be doing something right!"
Last edited by irishock; 03-08-2014 at 01:25 PM.
You could have saved him
ill paypal $20 to get kool/thread banned
oh, i edited my post. such a burn bro. ouch.
way to continue to not answer the question by deflecting about trivial
Chapter Three
"I'll have Cully give you the room number tomorrow after we've made the reservations. You'll be there about 3 Friday. And I'll be waiting for you." I could feel her blush.
'I'll?'
"I'm so glad, Kevin. Looking forward to it as well. Yes, 3 sharp. And hey, don't be late. I don't like waiting." Her laughter was genuine and hardy.
'I'll?'
She ended the call. I dared not look, not even a peek.
"Keep your eyes closed, Cully." She stood, unbuckled her patent leather belt and whistled the loops gently, but, distinctly. I heard it all.
"You can open them now, darling." I instantly obeyed.
She'd unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pushed them down just a fraction. Enough to indicate she was sans panties. She'd also doubled that belt and was giving the palm of her left hand a soft spanking with it.
"'I'll' Katie? Only you are going to be there to greet Kool,,,,uh, Kevin?"
"Qui, Monsieur." The slightest of courtesy with that decadent French accent she'd acquired just for the infrequent times as this.
"But, I thou...."
"Quiet. I'll explain everything, after. After you come to the bedroom with the mademoiselle. After. Now? Now pull the lever, Cully. Qui? Or else you'll suffer less than you deserve or desire."
"But, I thought mama was going to be here tonight. What happened?" I was speaking but not breathing and my voice sounded parched and broken.
"She is, Cully. She's waiting in my bedroom. Both the mademoiselle and mama are here tonight. Come, come with the French and she'll show you the other side." Girl crooked her index finger at me, an almost imperceptible smirk dawning over her countenance.
"Amore' mademoiselle?" I implored.
"The most painful, Monsieur." She pirouetted with a flourish as if she'd pirouetted a thousand times instead of a just a hundred and disappeared around the corner, her round bottom undulating ever so gently in those jeans.
I pulled the lever on the Boy with as much intent as I had the prior June at 6 & 7.
rofl irishock with the subtle trolling goods tbh, laying out the bait and catching his target..
Looking forward to watching the ban guillotine in action.
the olllllllllll' "i was just trolling this whole time!" routine. you and lefty should be buddies.
Phil`o`po`lem´ic
a. 1. Fond of polemics or controversy.
You're interested in having a 25-reply conversation where the guy ends up quoting his own post 10 times?
You're being conservative with 25 tbh
if arguing constantly on this forum makes one philopolemic, then i think its an epidemic. also, where have i quoted myself in this thread or in this discussion?
So when are they going to ban these clowns thread and Kool???
Requirements have been met/exceeded..
I dont want to ban Kool or Thread, the last one I have no problems with.
Kool should not be allowed to create threads.
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