Fellow terbites.........like I said before this character has been writing his fiction on other public boards for awhile. Take him with shaker of salt. If you enjoy the prose then read his occasional posts.........but don't egg him on if you disaprove. He gets off on it.
Clubs are meant for singles!
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If you make six figures you would have no need or want to steal a gold chain. Looks like you are FULL OF SHIT.
If you had pumped her properly she wouldn't have any remorse, she was probably unsatisfied with your manhood and felt remorse.
I have a right to defend misself...so,
First:
If you score so much with freebies, what are you doing on an escort review board? And calling them riffraff is a class act! NOT! Also think his brain is that of a gorilla.......small!"
Lady, (it sounds like you are one, typicall reasoning), last I checked this place has all kinds of forums, not only for SPs. Me, personally, I enjoy my fave strip-joint. Not that I disapprove of SP'ing or of anyone who uses such services.
And some dude who is a butler said:
Fellow terbites.........like I said before this character has been writing his fiction on other public boards for awhile. Take him with shaker of salt. If you enjoy the prose then read his occasional posts.........but don't egg him on if you disaprove. He gets off on it."
C'mon man, what is so hard to believe. It's impossible for an ex-con to be able to get laid, make a living, and speak his mind on the internet? What? You one of them cats that needs wishful thinking or willful blindness to be able to remain sane?
Dude, this shit ain't fiction. I got the proof dog.
And then some dude who likes taking it doggystyle said:
"If you make six figures you would have no need or want to steal a gold chain. Looks like you are FULL OF SHIT.
If you had pumped her properly she wouldn't have any remorse, she was probably unsatisfied with your manhood and felt remorse."
Thanks for the chuckle...I really appreciate it Doggystyle.
Let me break it down for ya:
First, I think your reading skills need work, maybe you better start reading the Mr. Muggs "Jet Pet" again to polish up on 'em. But what I said was that "I" had buyer's remorse...y'know, when after you bust a nut then suddenly feel a pang of regret (for various reasons). Y'know, like when the deed is done, and you just wanna get rid of the chick, or maybe you feel stuck all of the sudden with her, and you just wish she'd jet elsewhere. Me, often times I bust a nut and I just wanna go hang with my boys and drink and smoke a reefer.
You probably can't understand what I mean though...you sound like them cats that fall head over heels before the deed and remain "head over heels" after the fact. Probably with every dame you've ever known. You probably need that post-coital cuddly shit more than a dame does. Correct?
And about the chain...well, I'm surprised I have to explain this...really what does "need" have to do with anything?? Even the lowliest hoodrat doesn't technically need to swipe shit that ain't his. But I'll explain it better.
See, I don't pass-up the chance to make some extra swing, dig?
This charly had this chain just hanging in plain sight on his armoire (of course he never thought someone else would've had access to his armoire), and dudes, it was fuking soft it was such high carat, like fuckin' 18k, and it wieghed almost as much as one of my work boots. No-word-of-a-lie.
But most importantly, the whole predicament was kinda foul...if I were to leave the chain there, then this silly skeeze that humped and sucked me would continue on her merry little cloistered existence full of all that foul naivety that suddenly irritated me. This dame brought some stranger into her domain and it never occured to her that maybe, just maybe, her hubby's personal possessions may have some kind of value. That shiny little chain was staring at me dudes, just reminding me of everything that was foul in this day and age. Typical selfish vain and naive little ho this dame was. Knew the price of everything but the value of shit. All that dames like this know is that gold and gems are "pretty" and, as far she's was concerned, grew on trees. After all, it's usually male chumps forking over their ching to buy them useless trinkets. In any case, she was on the toilet, likely sitting down so that my splooge would dribble back out, and so upon the "buyer's remorse" that I experienced after busting nut, I thought, 'hey, what the fuck'.
So I taxed the chain.
Silly tart didn't even notice it gone. Common sense dictates that you don't leave cash or valuables lying around, especially in front of strangers, and especially in front of strangers with unsavory motives.
If I left the chain there, then I would have been doing her and and everyone else a diservice, see? Maybe, just maybe, she got a small dose of reality.
I recall laughing on the way out knowing that she'd play all stupid when her hubby flipped finding the chain gone.
She, guaran-fucken-teed, probably raised her voice at the sucker while playing innocent and completely ignorant to the chain's whereabouts. Chump probably spent days and weeks trying to figure out where he most of have left it. Oh, f'sure.
Talk about a perfect crime.
And y'know what else, and nuff man will attest - their ain't no spoils like easy spoils; and what did I do with money after I hawked the chain? Dudes, when I recieve ill gotten gains, I'm extremely charitable...I took a bunch of my boys over to the Wildfire Steak House for, yup, steaks, snails, lobster tails, and some more sordid tales. Then took 'em over to my fave ripper joint (don't worry about it, none of y'all' business), and splurged on booze and lap dances. Yup, that's how I'm livin' charlys.
Peace out bums
First:
If you score so much with freebies, what are you doing on an escort review board? And calling them riffraff is a class act! NOT! Also think his brain is that of a gorilla.......small!"
Lady, (it sounds like you are one, typicall reasoning), last I checked this place has all kinds of forums, not only for SPs. Me, personally, I enjoy my fave strip-joint. Not that I disapprove of SP'ing or of anyone who uses such services.
And some dude who is a butler said:
Fellow terbites.........like I said before this character has been writing his fiction on other public boards for awhile. Take him with shaker of salt. If you enjoy the prose then read his occasional posts.........but don't egg him on if you disaprove. He gets off on it."
C'mon man, what is so hard to believe. It's impossible for an ex-con to be able to get laid, make a living, and speak his mind on the internet? What? You one of them cats that needs wishful thinking or willful blindness to be able to remain sane?
Dude, this shit ain't fiction. I got the proof dog.
And then some dude who likes taking it doggystyle said:
"If you make six figures you would have no need or want to steal a gold chain. Looks like you are FULL OF SHIT.
If you had pumped her properly she wouldn't have any remorse, she was probably unsatisfied with your manhood and felt remorse."
Thanks for the chuckle...I really appreciate it Doggystyle.
Let me break it down for ya:
First, I think your reading skills need work, maybe you better start reading the Mr. Muggs "Jet Pet" again to polish up on 'em. But what I said was that "I" had buyer's remorse...y'know, when after you bust a nut then suddenly feel a pang of regret (for various reasons). Y'know, like when the deed is done, and you just wanna get rid of the chick, or maybe you feel stuck all of the sudden with her, and you just wish she'd jet elsewhere. Me, often times I bust a nut and I just wanna go hang with my boys and drink and smoke a reefer.
You probably can't understand what I mean though...you sound like them cats that fall head over heels before the deed and remain "head over heels" after the fact. Probably with every dame you've ever known. You probably need that post-coital cuddly shit more than a dame does. Correct?
And about the chain...well, I'm surprised I have to explain this...really what does "need" have to do with anything?? Even the lowliest hoodrat doesn't technically need to swipe shit that ain't his. But I'll explain it better.
See, I don't pass-up the chance to make some extra swing, dig?
This charly had this chain just hanging in plain sight on his armoire (of course he never thought someone else would've had access to his armoire), and dudes, it was fuking soft it was such high carat, like fuckin' 18k, and it wieghed almost as much as one of my work boots. No-word-of-a-lie.
But most importantly, the whole predicament was kinda foul...if I were to leave the chain there, then this silly skeeze that humped and sucked me would continue on her merry little cloistered existence full of all that foul naivety that suddenly irritated me. This dame brought some stranger into her domain and it never occured to her that maybe, just maybe, her hubby's personal possessions may have some kind of value. That shiny little chain was staring at me dudes, just reminding me of everything that was foul in this day and age. Typical selfish vain and naive little ho this dame was. Knew the price of everything but the value of shit. All that dames like this know is that gold and gems are "pretty" and, as far she's was concerned, grew on trees. After all, it's usually male chumps forking over their ching to buy them useless trinkets. In any case, she was on the toilet, likely sitting down so that my splooge would dribble back out, and so upon the "buyer's remorse" that I experienced after busting nut, I thought, 'hey, what the fuck'.
So I taxed the chain.
Silly tart didn't even notice it gone. Common sense dictates that you don't leave cash or valuables lying around, especially in front of strangers, and especially in front of strangers with unsavory motives.
If I left the chain there, then I would have been doing her and and everyone else a diservice, see? Maybe, just maybe, she got a small dose of reality.
I recall laughing on the way out knowing that she'd play all stupid when her hubby flipped finding the chain gone.
She, guaran-fucken-teed, probably raised her voice at the sucker while playing innocent and completely ignorant to the chain's whereabouts. Chump probably spent days and weeks trying to figure out where he most of have left it. Oh, f'sure.
Talk about a perfect crime.
And y'know what else, and nuff man will attest - their ain't no spoils like easy spoils; and what did I do with money after I hawked the chain? Dudes, when I recieve ill gotten gains, I'm extremely charitable...I took a bunch of my boys over to the Wildfire Steak House for, yup, steaks, snails, lobster tails, and some more sordid tales. Then took 'em over to my fave ripper joint (don't worry about it, none of y'all' business), and splurged on booze and lap dances. Yup, that's how I'm livin' charlys.
Peace out bums
What happened Gorilla........get thrown off craigslist?.......hey don't get me wrong your prose is entertaining........and I suppose owning up to it being fiction would ultimately ruin your vicarious thrills.....my comments were for the ones who were actully taking you seriously.........go ahead and continue to entertain yourself and anyone who cares to look in on you little world!
Hahahahaha
Nuff athiests up in here!
I'm just laughin' at 'chas.
Y'all keep dreaming I'm make believe...
See this is how I get my kicks...a hobby of sorts. You guys like to jam poon for most of your take home pay, me I like to go out prove everyone, and I mean every one, dead wrong.
Take all them baloney rules and conventions y'all been told to follow, y'know from your moms and dads, your teachers, your bosses, your elected officials, the coppers walking the beat, your spouses etc etc, and yes, fuckin' etc...well I'm here to prove you dupes wrong all the fuckin' time. I'm a service provider of sorts, like it or not.
Happened by accident to be frank. Long time ago I got a bit 'o handicap...y'know handed down to me by metros finest, the parole boards, the superior courts, the appeal courts and etc. What happened next - evolve and adapt mofos. That what.
Chumps try to hold men down and shit...exclude us from shit. But me and my ilk ain't havin' none of that!
Now I'm celebrating, cuz guess what - I beat the motherfuckin' system...and I know nuff of y'all on here can relate. Nuff of you been residents in some of the same institutions as yours truly.
I've even had past parole officers callin' me to advise me of pardon eligibility, even got my old lawyer, who I hadn't heard from in some time, calling me wanting to file the application for me...and I'm like why?? That would mean I gotta change, that I gotta alter my behavior, gotta live in fear from every little mistep, just like you fools - scared that you might soil your name and record.
This is yous:
Punk'd and bitched on the roadways by other motorists whom y'know are in the wrong.
Taking guff from coppers, and barely even raising your voice in return.
Letting bosses and managers talk to you as if your were an identured slave.
Letting motherfuckers, like me or my boys, treat your woman like she's single...pursuing her even!
Letting some fuck rip you off time and again for services rendered both inadequately and insufficiently.
Buying a lemon off some lying used car dealer that breaks down, and for good, one month in.
Letting waiters, and barristas even, push you around.
You spend most of your lives involved in some litigation I'd bet.
Yous got like negative-to-zero control over your vaporous existence. Yeah, that's what yous are, fuckin' vapours.
Now here's ME:
I'm pulling selfish motorists out of their cars and beatin' them like dogs.
I'm telling coppers where to stick it...and they already despise me and know me well - talking 'bout the badges especially in 54, 51, 52, and 14 division.
I don't have a boss, and when I did, I told him what's what. Yup. In fact my ex-boss "comps" me and my boy the Monster nuff material from his shop.
It's me and my boys that pursue the women of your dreams, whether attached to you or not.
No one rips me off...period.
And 'bout a lemon of a vehicle, sheeeit, the car dealing immigrants get stuffed in the trunk till he gives over the refund. Get it?
I go to restaurants and clubs, and nevermind getting ignored or bitched by serves, I'm getting line by-passes for free...no word of a lie.
Litigation? Pah, what litigation...my small claims court is in my knuckles, ya mules.
That's why I can't relate to civilians...not one bit.
I seen it time again from honest chumps and familiy men with way "too much to lose" (so they say).
This their motto, as well as yours: "Oh, it's not worth it".
Yup, the lingo of rat-snitches and cowards. And yeah, I fuckin' hate rats and informants.
I seen it...time and again, some charlys get punked by some obnoxious lout and then taking it dry, and then having to comfort themselves with that pussy-hole motto:"It's not worth it."
May as well just have that phrase tatooed on your shoulders or foreheads fools.
Why not? After all you chumps get all inked up like teeny-boppers or wannabe gangsters to try and deflect the possiblity of a scary encounter.
But I see through all that shit, you little ferrets.
That shit don't work on us, ya little brats.
We be peelin' your fashionista "tats" right off your skin with our purposely overgrown pinky nails. Right after we bitch slap you in front of your woman and friends.
What next, another little charge to add to my already soiled record. What some thirty-day bid in the Don??
Hahahaha...bitches I was quarter-man the last few times I was there...so take that shit to heart.
And I'm still gettin' laid and making paper...even if the judges and elected officials and haters just like yous protest.
Hahahahaha.
Peace out laughing stocks.
Nuff athiests up in here!
I'm just laughin' at 'chas.
Y'all keep dreaming I'm make believe...
See this is how I get my kicks...a hobby of sorts. You guys like to jam poon for most of your take home pay, me I like to go out prove everyone, and I mean every one, dead wrong.
Take all them baloney rules and conventions y'all been told to follow, y'know from your moms and dads, your teachers, your bosses, your elected officials, the coppers walking the beat, your spouses etc etc, and yes, fuckin' etc...well I'm here to prove you dupes wrong all the fuckin' time. I'm a service provider of sorts, like it or not.
Happened by accident to be frank. Long time ago I got a bit 'o handicap...y'know handed down to me by metros finest, the parole boards, the superior courts, the appeal courts and etc. What happened next - evolve and adapt mofos. That what.
Chumps try to hold men down and shit...exclude us from shit. But me and my ilk ain't havin' none of that!
Now I'm celebrating, cuz guess what - I beat the motherfuckin' system...and I know nuff of y'all on here can relate. Nuff of you been residents in some of the same institutions as yours truly.
I've even had past parole officers callin' me to advise me of pardon eligibility, even got my old lawyer, who I hadn't heard from in some time, calling me wanting to file the application for me...and I'm like why?? That would mean I gotta change, that I gotta alter my behavior, gotta live in fear from every little mistep, just like you fools - scared that you might soil your name and record.
This is yous:
Punk'd and bitched on the roadways by other motorists whom y'know are in the wrong.
Taking guff from coppers, and barely even raising your voice in return.
Letting bosses and managers talk to you as if your were an identured slave.
Letting motherfuckers, like me or my boys, treat your woman like she's single...pursuing her even!
Letting some fuck rip you off time and again for services rendered both inadequately and insufficiently.
Buying a lemon off some lying used car dealer that breaks down, and for good, one month in.
Letting waiters, and barristas even, push you around.
You spend most of your lives involved in some litigation I'd bet.
Yous got like negative-to-zero control over your vaporous existence. Yeah, that's what yous are, fuckin' vapours.
Now here's ME:
I'm pulling selfish motorists out of their cars and beatin' them like dogs.
I'm telling coppers where to stick it...and they already despise me and know me well - talking 'bout the badges especially in 54, 51, 52, and 14 division.
I don't have a boss, and when I did, I told him what's what. Yup. In fact my ex-boss "comps" me and my boy the Monster nuff material from his shop.
It's me and my boys that pursue the women of your dreams, whether attached to you or not.
No one rips me off...period.
And 'bout a lemon of a vehicle, sheeeit, the car dealing immigrants get stuffed in the trunk till he gives over the refund. Get it?
I go to restaurants and clubs, and nevermind getting ignored or bitched by serves, I'm getting line by-passes for free...no word of a lie.
Litigation? Pah, what litigation...my small claims court is in my knuckles, ya mules.
That's why I can't relate to civilians...not one bit.
I seen it time again from honest chumps and familiy men with way "too much to lose" (so they say).
This their motto, as well as yours: "Oh, it's not worth it".
Yup, the lingo of rat-snitches and cowards. And yeah, I fuckin' hate rats and informants.
I seen it...time and again, some charlys get punked by some obnoxious lout and then taking it dry, and then having to comfort themselves with that pussy-hole motto:"It's not worth it."
May as well just have that phrase tatooed on your shoulders or foreheads fools.
Why not? After all you chumps get all inked up like teeny-boppers or wannabe gangsters to try and deflect the possiblity of a scary encounter.
But I see through all that shit, you little ferrets.
That shit don't work on us, ya little brats.
We be peelin' your fashionista "tats" right off your skin with our purposely overgrown pinky nails. Right after we bitch slap you in front of your woman and friends.
What next, another little charge to add to my already soiled record. What some thirty-day bid in the Don??
Hahahaha...bitches I was quarter-man the last few times I was there...so take that shit to heart.
And I'm still gettin' laid and making paper...even if the judges and elected officials and haters just like yous protest.
Hahahahaha.
Peace out laughing stocks.
Solid fucking gold...
At this point, it doesn't matter if it's real or not... It's art, and I'm enjoying it for what it is.
At this point, it doesn't matter if it's real or not... It's art, and I'm enjoying it for what it is.
What a fuctard.
Here's an idea, Get some jungle bop 8 bar sequence in a loop and read yours posts in a rythmical (yes a 4 syllable word) sense.
I',m gettin laid n makin' paper indeed.
FUCTARD
Shit son didn't momma tell you to go to school son.
Remember that next time you in the Don taking it up the ass by big BUBBA.
You have a strange definition of art. Remember the meat dress? Some people called that art. It must take you an hour to dump a log just having to read all that art on the mens room wall.
Oh, don't get me wrong, ol' Billy Shakespeare has nothing to fear from our G_J's works. I put this more in with Jersey Shore - it's entertaining, but not particularly valuable... If it were gone tomorrow, I'd miss it for a quick minute, but wouldn't have much problem getting over it, either.
GJ, ever stop to think why chicks form these cliques in clubs? It's probably to protect themselves from the unwanted advances of super macho douche bags who must prove their manhood by grabbing asses and clocking dudes. That's what's wrong with clubs, it's neanderthal night every time. Just chill and you'd probably do better, don't put on the MMA monster douche front.
Fair enough, good points. Some people think Billy didn't write the good stuff, but hey.
