West Coast Connection Forum
Lifestyle => Tha G-Spot => Topic started by: Logic on August 30, 2006, 10:17:31 AM
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To my neighbor the sex god
You sir are a sex god. I know you are because I have heard so many different women screaming in mind and body shaking orgasm's. I have heard up to three different women in one night screaming. I know you are not just watching a porno because I look out and see different cars in the driveway. I also have to comend you on your obvious stamina.
Have you noticed we live in a duplex? That our bedrooms are seperated by a wall of rather dubious construction?
Could I be so brazen as to offer some constructive critisism? First banging thier heads against our poorly constructed wall is not good practise. Although I am sure you have already fucked their brains out, there could be other things in there that might be injured. It's just unsafe. Also considering how the wall is constructed I live in fear of waking one night to see their head poked through the wall and them staring at me. Please back up a foot or so. Second all that screaming is not only waking me it is giving me a headache. Could I suggest either pillows over their faces or panties in their mouths?
Thank you
PS when is it my turn?
* this is in or around Vancouver
Anyone ever been caught...
...doing the most private of private things?
Last night my girlfriend came home earlier than she ever has and caught me, naked, watching porn, and stroking it with a mask and snorkel on.
There's not really much to say at that point. She walked right past me and went into the bedroom. I quickly turned the porn off, put on some pants, and took the mask and snorkel off. Five minuets later she came out of the bedroom and asked how my day was... it was like she didn't just catch me throttling myself with a mask and snorkel on. The rest of the evening went as normal. We had baked chicken and green beans for dinner, and then watched the simpsons.
I don't really don't know what else to say.
Boyfriend with AC needed - w4m
I am looking for a moderately attractive man between the ages of 18 and 40 who has air conditioning in his bedroom. As the temperature is slated to reach in the 100s this week, my need for a boyfriend with air conditioning is especially pertinent.
This arrangement is intended for the month of August, however, an indian summer may extend our relationship ;D
If all goes well, I could offer warmth in the winter.
P.S. No fatties.
* this is in or around Park Slope
My ghost is such a joke!
I just moved into this one bedroom apartment for the incredible low price of $450 a month! I mean, it's on the third level, which sucks. It's worth it, though.
When the landlord gave me a tour he told me something along the lines of "I need to be upfront with you. The reason why the rent is so cheap is because past tenants have complained that the apartment is haunted. Before you sign the lease consider this. I'm tired of my tenants breaking their lease because they hear a couple of noises."
Whatever. As long as I can eat Cheetos in the nude while watching reruns of Seinfeld, I'm happy.
So, my first night I was sleeping, dreaming of blow jobs or something, and then I woke up to some noise. I sat up to see the pages of my Guiness Book of World Records rustling and turning. No shit.
Yeah, right, like THAT'S scary! Hahahahh. Puh-lease !
I laid back down and went to sleep. I mean, if Peter (I decided to name him Peter.) wanted to know the size of the biggest loogie in the world, that's his business. Personally, if I was a ghost I'd whisper menacing things to my ex girlfriend like: "I willll kiiiiilll youuu, cheating biiiiitch," or "Keeeeeellllyyyyyy. .. Keeeellyyyyy", or "Youuuu haaaave heeerpeees." Whatever.
Seriously, my ghost is a joke. He gurgles. What the fuck? Have you ever heard of a ghost gurgling before? I'm in the kitchen, trying to melt the plastic handle of my spatula on the stove, when I hear this annoying as fuck gurgling sound behind me. Wilson is not scary, he's annoying. (At this point I found it appropriate to rename him Wilson.)
Wilson sucks, but he does one cool thing. Every once in a while I'll catch a glimpse of this transparent, gruesome, bloody dude hanging from a noose in my bedroom. I know this is Wilson, which I renamed Tiberius, because he gurgles.
Yeah, he looks cool, but it sucks when I'm trying to have sex or masturbate. Tiberius is kind of a turn off, you know.
To the girl who threatened to skull fu*k me last night. - m4w
You dropped off your 2 friends from an explorer on Pennsylvania Ave last night and yelled something to one of them about her scabs on her legs. I think I may have chimed in with something rude because our conversation went something like this;
You: "Shut up!"
Me: "You shut up slut!"
You: "You shut the fuck up!"
Me: "YOU shut the fuck up or I'll kill you!"
You: "Noooo, YOU shut up or I WILL SKULL FUCK YOU!!!!"
Me [raising my fist in the air]: "You shut the fuck up or I will fist you...slut!"
I couldn't tell if you were pretty because your middle finger was in the way of your face as you peeled away. Anyways, I think I may be in love with you. I think we have a lot in common, and since I got the last word in please get in touch with me if you want to get together for a cup of coffee, a fisting, or a good ol' fashioned skull fuck.
* this is in or around Capitol Hill
My Ugly, Fat Neighbor Having Sex In Her Jacuzzi W/Her Gross BF
Dear Disgusting Neighbor,
I don't mind that you are fat. I don't mind that you are ugly. I don't mind that you have huge, purple patches of scaling psoriasis all over your body. I don't mind that you have fungus underneath your plastic, frosty pink fingernails (sadly, you've shown me more than once). And since I have a very high fence, I don't even mind if you have sex in your hot tub with your excessively hairy, chain-smoking, rotted front tooth, unwashed boyfriend any time of the day or night. But I DO mind being in the middle of a much-needed gardening project and being bombarded with 'OH GOD, OH GOD, YES, YES, OH GOD...' coming through the fence with such intensity and volume that my dogs stopped dead in their tracks, looked at the fence, looked at each other, looked at me and then fixated on the fence until you presumably 'came' (an hour later) and shut the hell up.
Now Neighbor, you know I work 12 to 16 hours a day for the majority of my waking life- in other words, I AM SELDOM HOME (you've made it abundantly clear that you keep track of my 'comings and goings') giving you unlimited time and space to do your loud rutting where ever and when ever you desire. So why, for the love of everything Holy, have you chosen to share your, 'DEEPER, DEEPER...'grunt, grunt, grunt, slap, qweef, grunt, 'DEEPER...YES, YEEEEEEES...' with me, my poor way-past-the-point-of-needing-to-be-in-dirt tomato seedlings and my worried dogs in the middle of my ONE measly day off? I'm not a prude, I'm not a religious fanatic and nobody likes a good, sweaty boink more than me- but JesusMaryMotherOfGod- as you fake-screamed (I guess you forgot you told me you were non-orgasmic during intercourse) all I could see in my minds eye were the two of you sloshing and fucking in a luke-warm, bacteria saturated, hair, sloughed skin and old sperm soup and I swear to GOD it was everything I could do not to vomit ;D
Ugh...
In summation, Neighbor; I somehow got my tomatoes in the ground so please feel free to continue your loud, ugly, germy fucking. The only thing I ask, is just PLEASE do it when I'm not home, which may I remind you, is MOST of the time.
PS. V-word; KINKS (can you believe it?)
* this is in or around In The Middle Of The Day
Hummer Woman who almost ran me over at Capital and 28th
You know, I live in Midtown, and always have, which means I like to ride my bike alot by definition. Its a true live/work little community we have down here, unfortunately its been recently discovered by the likes of you. And has become a haven for Sushi restaruants and Hair Salons, its cool at least you havent decided to move here yet, visitings always welcomed though
I dont mind that your a well heeled good looking young woman, or that you drive some humongously wasteful Humvee, hell I drove one in the Army, they can be fun. I respect your decision as an American to pollute the Air, cause global warming, and theres guys dying for that right even as I type that. I'm not some radical downtowner, you know I'm home sick today, from my really good professional job that I love. Believe it or not guys with MBA's do occassionally ride nice, if somewhat dated, mountainbikes. I'm sure one of your many ex-husbands can confirm this. Thats what all these little "bike lanes" in midtown are for, seriously I know you might have thought they were just there to inconvieniance you, because the roads in Rocklin are so much more accomidating. But they do actually serve a purpose.
What I do mind is when you use the bike lane as a passing lane, to blow through a red light. Please try peeling that cell phone off your FUCKING EAR for like 1 second and realize thats a 6 ton vehicle your driving badly where pedestrians and cyclists frequently cross the road.
I briefly saw you as your Hummer came barreling toward me, causing me to actually run into a parked car to avoid being flattened. You seemed rather busy, looking at your hands, and in the mirror, perhaps you were admiring the new hair and nail job you'd just gotten. And to your bright little mind Im sure it was important. It might have been the only thought you'd had all day, I bet that makes you feel special
I think spending time with my 4 year old daughter is kind of important also, Id like to spend more time with her in the future. Thank you for reminding me that near death experiances can prevent this from happening, I'll make sure to remember this next weekend when I see her
Oh and dont worry, I got the message when as you ran that red light, you honked at me and gave me the finger. I'll try to stay out of your way next time.....
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LOL, Craigslist is ill, I once read a funny one about some bitch fucking here cousin...
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Fucking Cousins (I did it)
Ok, so I fucked my first cousin on my Dad's side. It was my 19th Bday and he was 21 just like my sis. We hadn't seen each other in over 10 yrs. He moved back from his Mom's in AZ (they divorced earlier dividing the kids) and asked my Uncle (his Dad) what my sister and I had been up to since we were close in age. He then told him to call my Dad (who then informed him it was my 19th Bday and I was having a party at my friends house) and how cool it would be if he just showed to up surprise me. I had just moved in with my HS bf at the time that was away on a surf trip. So my gf and her bf threw me a party at their place. I was drinking, smoking dancing etc when my cuz showed up. He was smoking hot! Total moto cross tan hottie ripped guy! My friends were like "Damn, your cousin is hotttttt!!" I had to agree. I was 8 when I saw him last and not even a hint of puberty had hit. Now I was busty and firm and sassy and a woman. He noticed right away. He stayed and most of my friends hit on him and he flirted back etc. The party went on until late and as ppl were talking about where they were going to go and crash etc when the host of the party (my friend) said her boyfriend got some coupon for a free night at this hotel with a spa etc and would I want to go and sleep there for fun? So I said yes and my cousin asked if he could crash at the apt since no one would be there. My friend and her bf told him to just come along. So he did.... We get to the hotel and smoke a joint and break out some bubbly.. Check out all the cool shit in the room, walk around the spa, go in the sauna etc and I am starting to get a little woozy from the booze and heat so I told my friend I was going back to the room. She offered to help and her man got all whiney cuz he saw it as an opportunity to get some ass. My cousin said he had to piss and he would walk me back then return to chill with my friends. We get back, he goes to the bathroom. I take my bra and panties off (my impromptu suit) I dry off and crawl in the bed in just my shirt. He comes out and says that he feels tired too. He says that we should probably just sleep together since my friend and her bf are a cpl and that we probably aren't going to be sleeping boy boy girl girl. He takes his boxers off (wet suit) lay them over the tub. He crawls into the bed with me and I am facing away. I feel his body heat and notice he is getting hard. I feel so freaked out. Fuck, it's my cousin! Maybe he is just drunk and it's a reflex? Maybe... But I find myself feigning having to reposition so I can back my ass up just a little closer to him. We do not say ANY thing. I get so fucking worked up in my mind. Thinking all kinds of bad shit. Nasty stuff. He starts breathing funny. It felt like we were screaming at each other as loud as we could in our heads but unable to utter any sound. Out of the blue he jams his cock in my pussy. I mean jams it in. Unbelievable No hand guidance nothing. He knew my pussy would be wet I guess. NO condom. One clean straight shot. I was freaking out thinking "OMG no condom, we'd have retarded kids, my family would puke, my bf would freak, this is hot, I'm a whore, fuck this is sooo HOT" etc... I am going thorugh all of this shit in my head and getting and he is pumping away from behind (on my side remember?) and my friend and her bf walk in. FUCK! IMMEDIATELY he starts laughing and pushes me saying "Ok ok, I'll stop tickling you if you stop farting".. His cock STILL in me! Lolol My friends were like "Um.. ok.. We were wondering what you guys were doing!" We all laughed hard. It was pulled off but not very well. In the morning we went back got in our cars and drove away. He called and said he had to talk to me about "what happened last night". I let a week go by because my bf had come back home and I felt guilty and gross. I couldn’t tell anyone! I told my bf that my cuz moved back to town and he said, “ That’s great I want to meet him! So I went to see him. He was living in some tricked out motor home on my Uncles construction biz lot. I went inside and we smoked a little and began talking. He started by saying he hoped my friends didn't know etc and then we moved on to talk about how it may affect our families. I got really horny as we began to talk. He said "Man if our Dad's knew what we were doing they would fucking FREAK!" That sent me over the edge. I grabbed his cock and started the whole perverted act all over. We finished (this time with a condom) and I told him my bf wanted to meet him. My guilty, Slutty, cheating ass then presented said cousin to said bf and just as you would guess? They were two peas in a pod. Surfing, moto cross riding dudes. Just so happens my bf was the “dope-man” too. So now that my cousin could hang out? He did. Two weeks went by and he visited and nothing happened between us. We hung out with my sis her husband my bf just chilling. My bf gets a call for “biz” and has to leave for a week. He turns to my cousin and says “I want you to stay here with ****** so I know she will be good while I am gone”…. Uh huh you guessed it perverts and pervettes… As SOON as we dropped him off at the airport we went back and fucked on my bf’s bed. On the outside, to everyone, we were “normal” cousins. As soon as the front door closed? We fucked. We fucked dirty too. We talked about our families again and how hot and disgusting it all was. Well we fucked like mad but it did catch up with us… Two days before my bf came home were upstairs in the bathroom getting ready to get into the shower after a fuck-fest. Shower is running, he decides to lick me once more before we step in. Like true dirty girl who would fuck her cousin, I was sitting on the toilet my legs spread with one leg on the bath tub rim and one on the sink rim. Whore. Fucking whore. Anyway.. he is working me like crazy and WTF!!!!!! MY FUCKING SISTER (who is religious, married and 9 mos pregnant) WALKS IN ON US!!! She totally starts screaming, “What the fuck is THIS? Omg! You guys are so fucking sick! OMG! I can’t even look at you right now! She is TOTALLY freaking out. My cousin is mortified as am I but it is more than clear I will have to handle the situation. I go to out to my sister (all smelling of incest sex mind you) and tell her “It’s no big deal. Didn’t you see the way Tina and them looked at him? Even YOU said it yourself -H- he IS hot and… we didn’t EVER know him! What’s the big deal” None of my argument stuck and she just said, “ Well, I hope you know this can never happen again now that someone knows. I will not tell –K- because God will judge you well enough”. My cousin slept in the bed that night and the next but we didn’t have sex or touch. My bf returned and everything seemed “back to normal”. My cousin ended up going on some long European tour I wouldn’t see him until many years later at our Dad’s brother funeral. He kissed me cordially and I suddenly remembered that even though we fucked like monkeys so many times we had never ONCE kissed. Too intimate I think. How fucked up is that? Now? My cousin was married, expecting his first baby (I wondered if he had told her, or any other lover for that matter) and “born again”. We said how great it was to see each other and that he would email me pictures when their baby was born. I would not see him yet again until another funeral. This time my Dad’s. He was still married, more kids. He was not as intriguing as in previous years. No. Not this funeral. This time? My stepbrother and I got plastered and he sought comfort in my bosom let’s just say…… I am a fucking freak and yet somehow totally normal. Sexuality and psychology are so intertwined and interwoven it’s often hard to know what REALLY excites some one. Or. What one can FIND exciting. This post is fucking long. I’m sorry. But damn it felt great to get it off my chest. I am prepared for the barrage of slanderous backwoods referenced emails. If not, let me know and I will tell the stepbrother story.. I know it was wrong…..
^^There ya go...
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anybody actually ever hook up with someone off casual encounters?
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An Open Letter to My Bedbugs
Listen up, you heinous little motherfuckers. I am not playing. Before I deliver the grim news of your collective fates, let me give you a brief synopsis of how you have driven me to the brink of insanity over the last three months. Here it is.
Unfortunately, because I am paying over $400 a month in student loans and am therefore very cheap, I made the mistake of accepting a used mattress from a coworker to put on top of my new bed frame and box springs. So. You and I have, by my calculations, been residing together since May. MAY. That's when I unwittingly brought you and your home into my bedroom. That's when I became your new food source. Your "host."
You guys are pretty tricky, I have to tell you. I mean, when I started seeing little purple dots on my toes in the morning, I did what you wanted me to do, which was to blame them on anything and everything under the sun except you. This is because I was wholly unaware that such hideous creatures as yourselves existed. I figured it was a spider, so I vacuumed profusely. Then I thought it was mosquitos, so I busted out the Off. Nothing seemed to be working. But you know this already, don't you? Yes, you snacked on me all through the month of June, getting your fill of my blood while I snored on, retreating back to the crevices of my mattress just before dawn, leaving no sign or trail.
Ahhh, June. What a peaceful, sane month. Ignorance, in this case, was truly bliss.
But then came July and with July came some strange occurances. You multiplied, didn't you? Got a little more hungry, huh? You must have because that's when my body started to revolt against whatever it is you injected me with when you were gnawing on my flesh. See, I started having these weird allergic reactions. Getting hives for no reason at all. So I changed my laundry detergent to something dye-free, fragrance-free. That didn't work. Then I changed my soap to something hypoallergenic. No, that didn't work either. And the hives kept getting worse, until one morning, I woke up with not only hives all over my chest and back, but about twenty purple dots on my feet, which I (ignorance, remember) attributed to the allergies. Remember that morning, my little roommates? Do you? That's the morning my throat swelled shut and I had to be rushed to the emergency room.
You had us all stumped, from the ER doc to the allergist. They ran tests, researched, poked, prodded, scraped... All to no avail. The diagnosis? I was allergic to myself, because they could find nothing that I was allergic to otherwise. I was ALLERGIC TO MYSELF?? Yes, that was the diagnosis. But they were so very wrong, weren't they? You guys are so slick as to leave bites that disappear pretty quickly and could be ANYTHING, right? So I took my Allegra and went to sleep every night and you fed on, didn't you?
Then came August. I was dealing with being hivey all the time and rashy some of the time and generally very uncomfortable, but I was dealing, you know? And then you showed your faces. Literally. See, I have it figured out now. The grandaddy of all bedbugs came to play, didn't he? He must have been starving because he gave me three bites I just couldn't ignore. I mean, these were nasty, bright red and the size of a penny and really fucking itchy. That's when the lightbulb went on, bitches. There was something FUNKY going on in my bedroom and I was on to you, I just didn't have a clue that you were so stealthy. Really, you are. But I looked you up. God bless the internet. Yep, I Googled your asses and when I typed in "bites while sleeping," there you were. You are some ugly motherfuckers, too. I'm not just saying that because you've been stealing my blood without my knowledge or consent, either. You are really ugly.
This is where the insanity begins, because in order to prove that you really were cohabitating with me, I had to willingly and knowingly be your food and catch you eating me. This, as you know, meant sleeping (and I use the word "sleeping" very loosely at this point) with a flashlight beside me and waking up intermittently throughout the night for five nights straight to examine my body and catch you in the middle of snacktime. Thing is, you instinctively knew I wasn't sleeping, didn't you? So you held out for as long as you could. But one of you was weaker than the rest. He couldn't last, he couldn't hang and he gave you up, huh?
So there I was, reading my book, completely not expecting you guys for several more hours when he ran out from under my sheet, straight past my nose, towards the edge of the bed. Now I told you before and I'll tell you again: I am not playing. I smashed that motherfucker so fast he had no clue what hit him. And what came flying out of his crushed body? Come on, you know. YES! MY BLOOD!!
Alright, bitches. I have you now. I saved his corpse. I bought a magnifying glass. I called Terminix and I slept on the living room floor for two nights. And when Drew, the friendly Terminix employee, showed up at my door last night, I told him straight out what I have already told you twice: I am not playing. Drew and I threw out the evil devil spawn mattress. We threw out the box springs. We threw out the fan, the bookcase, the books, everything in the back closet. All of it, gone. GONE, I tell you. And then Drew, my new best friend, sprayed the FUCK out of the entire house. I was not playing. He said it probably would be okay to just get the bedroom. Fuck that. You bitches have been giving me hives for three fucking months now. You're dead, it's over. We left no crack unsprayed, no piece of funiture unbombed. That's right, assholes, I BOMBED YOUR ASSES. TWICE. And tomorrow, I'm coming for the couch and chairs. They're history. As I said, you're pretty slick, so I can see you thinking you can make a new home in my living room. Go fuck yourselves. And if any of you survived the initial attacks, be warned. Drew and I have a little deal and it's called HE'S COMING BACK in two weeks to bomb you again. And then he will come back once every 90 days for the next YEAR. So be prepared. YOU WILL DIE. I am not playing.
These people are hilarious ;D :laugh:
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anybody actually ever hook up with someone off casual encounters?
Probably Mauzip and Oklin...
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anybody actually ever hook up with someone off casual encounters?
Probably Mauzip and Oklin...
lol Mauzip was such a faggot, man its wayy better w/out that homo
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My Cheating Husband
Ok, so I just found out that you've been writing about 25 emails a day to one of your female colleagues, all signed with the words "with bated breath". GREAT! You seem to have decided that bisexual vegetarians with questionable hair choices are more up your alley. WONDERFUL! Oh, did you say that she cares about your academic career, unlike me, who is always at work? Great! I'm such a bitch, aren't I, me with all of my work and bill paying. I'm glad that someone has the time to listen to you talk about postmodernism. That really takes a lot off my back. Actually, upon close inspection, it seems like this whole thing is taking a lot off my back. For example...
Things I Don't Have to Do Anymore since You Have Found a Deeply Intellectual Fuck Buddy:
1. Pay your rent.
2. Get you through graduate school.
3. Hear the word "deconstruction" while I'm trying to eat a goddamn hamburger.
4. Fry bacon for you.
5. Pretend to enjoy CNN.
6. Pretend to care about all things academic.
Things I will Be Able to Do:
1. Buy shoes.
2. Eat chicken, which you find disgusting.
3. Shop at a store other than Target.
4. Unapologetically watch America's Next Top Model.
So go ahead. Fuck her. I know you want to. I mean, you pretty much said so in that last email, now didn't you? If you'd just get on with it, I could possibly have you out by the end of the month, and be able to enjoy all of next month's pay check without having to buy any of your books or any of your pencils or any of your goddamn subscription-only foreign news channels. You've been to the movies, you've had study dates. The next logical step is fucking. So put down the goddamn books and get your mouth on hers. Let's step it up! I want to go buy myself some shoes!
And yeah, I'll be sad, and I'll cry and I'll eat some Ben and Jerry's. But you know what? I won't be homeless. You, my friend, you're going to have to get a job that doesn't involve reading Nabokov. So enjoy that. God knows I will. In fact, I'll give you five bucks if you'll just hurry the fuck up and get it over with. Take the money, dude. You're going to need it.
Oh, and yeah, I did break into your email. So go ahead...tell me what you read in some obscure book about privacy. Tell me loud and long. Because I'm never going to have to hear that shit again.
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OMG - I can't even get a little stank on my hang-low from CL
I wasted about 3 (5) hours at work today posting C.E. w4m ad's and not ONE single response! No "I like anal too," no "here's my pic you little hottie" or "...does age matter - I'm only 18?" What happen to the good old days when girls were throwing out "do you like to receive oral's" faster than a Ethiopian chicken. Not even one transvestite tried to slip one by and get a pic... What is this forum coming to - can't a brotha get some luvin' (I'm white.) All I am asking is to meet a woman with little (no) inhibitions. I have a good job (selling pot), I'm charismatic (manipulative), 22 (27) years old. I don't need to use the internet to date (fuck) and I don't really have time (money) to go out and do the dating (strip club) thing. All I'm looking for is a confident (slutty), woman who wants to watch (make)a movie, (porn) loves wine, (anal) and knows what she is looking for (sex) and isn't afraid to (moan) say it. I'm a good (terrible) guy, I love to read (masturbate) and I am (was) in really great shape (rounds a shape right?) I'm tall (average) and really only looking for a friend (booty call) to start out with (tonight) Seriously if you're new to the area (married) and looking to meet (me) new people and get out of the house (away from your husband/boyfriend), send me an email (nude pic) and let's talk (fuck) a bit (tonight)... It that too much to ask (demand?) I look forward to hearing (seeing you nude) from you later. Best regards (worst intentions)
LOLL^^
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OMG - I can't even get a little stank on my hang-low from CL
I wasted about 3 (5) hours at work today posting C.E. w4m ad's and not ONE single response! No "I like anal too," no "here's my pic you little hottie" or "...does age matter - I'm only 18?" What happen to the good old days when girls were throwing out "do you like to receive oral's" faster than a Ethiopian chicken. Not even one transvestite tried to slip one by and get a pic... What is this forum coming to - can't a brotha get some luvin' (I'm white.) All I am asking is to meet a woman with little (no) inhibitions. I have a good job (selling pot), I'm charismatic (manipulative), 22 (27) years old. I don't need to use the internet to date (fuck) and I don't really have time (money) to go out and do the dating (strip club) thing. All I'm looking for is a confident (slutty), woman who wants to watch (make)a movie, (porn) loves wine, (anal) and knows what she is looking for (sex) and isn't afraid to (moan) say it. I'm a good (terrible) guy, I love to read (masturbate) and I am (was) in really great shape (rounds a shape right?) I'm tall (average) and really only looking for a friend (booty call) to start out with (tonight) Seriously if you're new to the area (married) and looking to meet (me) new people and get out of the house (away from your husband/boyfriend), send me an email (nude pic) and let's talk (fuck) a bit (tonight)... It that too much to ask (demand?) I look forward to hearing (seeing you nude) from you later. Best regards (worst intentions)
LOLL^^
LMAO!!!
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OMG - I can't even get a little stank on my hang-low from CL
I wasted about 3 (5) hours at work today posting C.E. w4m ad's and not ONE single response! No "I like anal too," no "here's my pic you little hottie" or "...does age matter - I'm only 18?" What happen to the good old days when girls were throwing out "do you like to receive oral's" faster than a Ethiopian chicken. Not even one transvestite tried to slip one by and get a pic... What is this forum coming to - can't a brotha get some luvin' (I'm white.) All I am asking is to meet a woman with little (no) inhibitions. I have a good job (selling pot), I'm charismatic (manipulative), 22 (27) years old. I don't need to use the internet to date (fuck) and I don't really have time (money) to go out and do the dating (strip club) thing. All I'm looking for is a confident (slutty), woman who wants to watch (make)a movie, (porn) loves wine, (anal) and knows what she is looking for (sex) and isn't afraid to (moan) say it. I'm a good (terrible) guy, I love to read (masturbate) and I am (was) in really great shape (rounds a shape right?) I'm tall (average) and really only looking for a friend (booty call) to start out with (tonight) Seriously if you're new to the area (married) and looking to meet (me) new people and get out of the house (away from your husband/boyfriend), send me an email (nude pic) and let's talk (fuck) a bit (tonight)... It that too much to ask (demand?) I look forward to hearing (seeing you nude) from you later. Best regards (worst intentions)
LOLL^^
LMAO!!!
great stuff lol
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Oh man I'm laughing so hard reading all of this. LMFAO @ the ghost one
Craig's List is the greatest creation ever.
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This is the first time ive seen this...is it real?
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This is the first time ive seen this...is it real?
Yea...It's just people posting shit on a website. Of course, some of them can just make it up...PeACe
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TRADE: My Coke for Your Pot
I have a 12-Can "Fridge Pack" of Coca Cola Zero. What I need is a heavy duty aluminum or non-stick cooking pot suitable for everything from making spaghetti to steaming clams. Will consider other offers!
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lol Mauzip was such a faggot, man its wayy better w/out that homo
It was 'wayy better w/out' you.
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lol Mauzip was such a faggot, man its wayy better w/out that homo
It was 'wayy better w/out' you.
these forums need the Dipset General and Mauzip! Stop the hate
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holy shit that cousin fucking this is majorly fucked up! what a fucked up world we live in.