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"Goodnight, Cowboys and Cowgirls"
« on: May 18, 2005, 03:23:00 AM »
After a long hot dusty and sweaty day of slander, all the cowboys and cowgirls slipped their guns back in their holsters, gave the reins a snap, and headed to town for a beer or two. They cheered, they toasted, they busted glasses against the wall of the local watering hole. There were a few late brawls that amounted to little. Heavy Leg, a one-eyed man who dragged one leg like a weight, cleaned up after them without complaint.

One by one the cowboys and cowgirls stumbled out into the night, and made it home safely under a deep black sky full of stars on account o' the horses weren't a bit drunk. Except for one, who had a taste for the brews and didn't mind if anyone shared a bit, and to whom not a single cowpoke could say no when he pawed the ground and tossed his head. That horse and his rider went off in the wrong direction and landed up in a patch of ivy poison. Dang that weren't a happy cowpoke a coupla days later, no how.

Nevertheless, the majority of them cowpokes got themselves to their respective bunks, holes in the walls, and pitched tents. And ever last one of them, the unlucky Mr. Itch, as he would soon be known, included, fell sound asleep. And ever last one of them had the look of a worn out babe on their face.
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"Goodnight, Cowboys and Cowgirls"
« Reply #1 on: May 18, 2005, 09:08:00 AM »
Newton touched my junk liberally...
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« Reply #2 on: May 18, 2005, 09:34:00 AM »
mornin', cowboy.
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« Reply #3 on: May 18, 2005, 09:46:00 AM »
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Nevertheless, the majority of them cowpokes got themselves to their respective bunks, holes in the walls, and pitched tents. And ever last one of them, the unlucky Mr. Itch, as he would soon be known, included, fell sound asleep. And ever last one of them had the look of a worn out babe on their face.

'mornin'..

How's about we throw some bacon on the skillet?
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« Reply #4 on: May 18, 2005, 10:14:00 AM »
myself i b'lieve i will fry up some eggs from some o' them free-range chickens instead.  :em:
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« Reply #5 on: May 19, 2005, 01:00:00 PM »
Festus, you and Hoss get into town and go to the apothecary.  I need a little more o' that laudenum and a couple o' grams of that cocaine.....
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« Reply #6 on: May 19, 2005, 01:26:00 PM »
Did I ever mention the time I fucked Miller's wife, Ruth Ann? I was on 3rd phase and going to school at Mirror Lake in St. Petersburg, when one day, after school, I heard an older female voice call from behind me. I turned around, surprised to see Ruth Ann Newton.
"I'm giving you a ride today", she said, flashing that sexy smile of hers and indicating a large Cadillac with tinted windows.
"Thanks Mrs. Newton" I replied, holding her door open for her. I went around to the other side of the car and was shocked to see a bottle of Cutty Sark and a couple of shot glasses in plain sight, right next to a tray of sensimilla and a mirror with two fat, white rails laid out on it.
"Don't be nervous" she said, "we'll just have a little party here. It'll be our little secret." She uncapped the Cutty and took a long pull, then passed me the bottle. I tilted my head back for a long draw of scotch, and heard her snorting up a line as I felt her hand groping at my cock and balls. I took another deep draw from the bottle as fear, revulsion ,and a sick sense of desire filled me.
"It's OK" she said, "here--do a line"
I took the mirror she handed me, and the rolled up $100 bill, and bent down to see my wild-eyed reflection in the mirror as she unzipped my pants.
"I've never done coke before" I said, kind of nervously.
"Oh, that's not cocaine, silly boy, that's PCP. It's very decadent. Miller and I like to do it when we watch bestiality movies we made on our honeymoon".
"Oh", I said, feeling my dick reluctantly getting hard to her touch and a buzzing noise in my head.
"Why don't you roll us a joint?" she said, right before she bent down and swollowed my engorged prick and began skillfully fellating me.
"Sure" I said, feeling hazy yet strangely aroused as she continued inhaling my shaft.
Suddenly she stopped sucking, sat up, and told me to light up the joint I had barely been able to roll. As I lit it up and took a deep toke into my lungs, she pulled down the black polyester slacks she was wearing to reveal that she had no panties on. She took the joint from me, hit it a couple of times, thenthrew herself over the seat, with her ass in the air.
"FUCK ME ! FUCK ME IN THE ASS LIKE THE SLUT I AM!" she screamed, and I plunged my drug-crazed dick into her bung hole, feeling her convulse with joy as I buried my dick in her ass.
She passed the joint back to me and I hit it again and again as I continued probing her anus with my johnson. Sweat poured down my face and I continued to pump her butt as I wiped the perspiration of my forehead. She began screaming again, making wild animal noises, and just as I was about to cum, she yelled out "Look over your shoulder RIGHT NOW!"
Startled, I did as she said, and what I saw when I did was a sight I will never foget. Over my shoulder I saw Miller Newton, dressed in a torn Girl Scout uniform, furiously masturbating himself as he watched us. Then he pulled out a bible, and opened it up so he could ejaculate within it's pages.
I guess it was the PCP, maybe the weed, or the scotch, but I started laughing. Ruthie slapped me across the face and said " You just got yourself a 3-day Away From Home, Druggie".
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« Reply #7 on: May 19, 2005, 01:33:00 PM »
Rev. Dr. Dr. V. Miller Fr. Cassian Newton pulled his dick out of the ass of the corpse he had been fucking. He bent over and stuck his nose close to the jizz-filled anus of the dead boy, catching a whiff of putrifying flesh, and smiled. "Such a wonderful way to begin a day" he thought to himself, and began dressing in his priest costume, stopping only to turn on the TV in his office, which was showing a gay porn flick that he had left in the DVD player. After a couple of minutes, he got dressed and called out, "Ruth Ann--I'm ready!", a cry which was heeded by Ruth Ann Newton opening his office door, one hand full of dog shit. She pulled up his robe and began smearing the feces over Virgil's tiny member, then reached up her skirt and smeared her twat lips with the remainder of the canine crap. This was the ritual they used to begin a day at Christ At the Sea Church, a ritual that was not complete until Ruth Ann inserted a straw in the ass of the corpse and began felching Virgil's cum through it.
Miller always liked to watch Ruthie slurping his jizz---it reminded him of the old days, back when he could get a hard-on with her. Nowadays, only animals, corpses, and shit turned him on enough to get it up.
Ruthie finished slurping Miller's jizz out of the dead boy's ass, walked over to Miller and gave him a deep tongue kiss, during which she passed Miller's spunk over to his mouth. Miller felt an inward glow of joy as he tasted his own semen, mixed with the dead boy's rotting anal flavor. He smiled at Ruthie and walked out into the sanctuary. It was time to do the Lord's work.

 Miller walked into the sanctuary of his "church" and stood behind the pulpit. He began the Mass by saying a few words to the empty pews that lined the room. He masturbated with his right hand, using the dog shit as a lubricant, and continued to preach about the evils of drugs to the empty room. Ruthie entered from the side vestibule and began to finger herself as Miller poured them each a glass of communion wine. They slammed down glass after glass and began reminiscing about the great times they had abusing children at Straight, Inc. and KIDS of North Jersey. This got Miller aroused, and he began to play with himself again, having just enough dog shit left on his dick to use as a lube.
Ruth Ann Newton knelt down beside the pulpit in time for Miller to give her a facial. She smiled and said "God bless the both of us" before getting up to leave through the vestibule door she had entered through. This left Miller alone for a while, to contemplate the majesty he felt at being one of God's chosen few--- a man selected by the Lord to do the great work of abusing children in the name of saving them from drugs. He wiped himself off and used the last bit of dog feces to make a cross on his forehead, then stripped off his robe and pranced nude through the sanctuary, spinning and dancing as he began to sing "Rainbow Made of Children". He thought of how nice it would be to have a rainbow full of children to abuse to death, after which he would have sex with all of their corpses.

Miller staggered back into his office, stopping only to grab the bottle of communion wine he had left on the altar. "Gotta remember to jack off into this before Sunday-- Sembler, Yarnold, Peterman, and a couple of ex-Staff are coming here for Mass" he thought to himself as he swayed into his office.
Once back in his leisure clothes, he got on the phone to a gay chat line and sketched out the projected figures of the "faith-based" funding he was hoping to receive. If his pals at DFAF were right, he'd be able to open the new teen rehab he wanted in a United States possession and not in the US itself. That way, he would be outside of the influence of troublesome social workers and bureacrats. Intrigued, he pulled a bottle of gin from his desk and took a few pulls.
His bliss was short-lived, however, interrupted by the sounds of screams and dogs fiercely growling that emanated from the office next to his--Ruthie's office. Miller pulled a .38 revolver from his desk drawer and ran into the hallway, the screams from Ruthie's office ringing in his ears. He opened the door to see Ruthie being torn to shreds by a pack of five wild-looking pit bulls. Before his very eyes, Ruthie was being shredded by the vicious canines, blood and entrails splattering as they devoured her vital organs. He raised the gun and pulled the trigger---CLICK. The chamber was empty and the dread that resounded through him rang just as hollow in his chest. Sharp pain ran through his groin as a pair of savage jaws fastened themselves onto his crotch. Only then did he realize that his scream was a lone one, the screams that had preceeded it having been reduced to a whimpering gurgle. Pain and fear shot through him, and the world went black.
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« Reply #8 on: May 19, 2005, 02:49:00 PM »
Miller Newton touched my junk liberally. he strapped me in to his Straightmobile and he

couldnt keep his offensive hands off of me. he was performing many red flag touches. i

couldnt believe what the fuck was going on. i told Miller Newton the city would not approve

of a millionaire touching an underage kid for free.
can you believe it?Miller Newton did all this. he picked me off the street, strapped my arms

and legs down in the batmobile's passenger seat, and just wouldn't stop fondling my

cock'n'balls.
they definately were red flag touches. the goddamn referee he had in the back seat kept on

raising up this red flag every time he touched my junk but did "Dr." Newton care? NO WAY! he

just kept on doing it. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on, indeed. I pleaded with

Miller Newton but to no avail. I told him the city would not approve of such a wealthy man

touching an underage kid like me (at the time I was 13) without at least compensating me for

the trauma and the use of my body as his own personal plaything.
this got to him, worrying about his image. he continued to fondle me, all the while ignoring

the referee's red flags. then he drove the Straightmobile to my house and ejected the seat i

was in! it was amazing. but surprisingly, after I woke up the next morning, my bank account

had $150k in it!!! Can you believe it?????????????????????????
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« Reply #9 on: May 19, 2005, 03:13:00 PM »
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On 2005-05-19 12:06:00, Anonymous wrote:

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On 2005-05-19 10:33:00, Anonymous wrote:


 He wiped himself off and used the last bit of dog feces to make a cross on his forehead, then stripped off his robe and pranced nude through the sanctuary, spinning and dancing as he began to sing "Rainbow Made of Children".



 :rofl: "


It's true--Virgil really does that every morning.
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« Reply #10 on: May 19, 2005, 03:43:00 PM »
Last night I had a dream about a bunch of Straight survivors kidnapping Miller and Ruth Newton and chaining them to blue chairs in a basement. They were shot up with heroin every day until they became addicted, were made to sit in their shit, and were fed dog food that the Survivors had pissed or shit in. Miller was forced to listen to Death Metal 24/7 and had his eyes held open by those things they used in Clockwork Orange so he couldn't avert his gaze when Ruthie was gangraped by a bunch of syphalitic crackheads. Afterward, Ruthie was confronted for being a slut and enjoying it. Then, in my dream, Miller was made to go through withdrawal cold turkey and was repeatedly kicked in the balls and sodomized with a cattle prod. The Survivors showed him news footage of the car wreck that killed his son Marc and daughter Johanna in a fiery crash. Miller was then force fed his own shit, and was then taken to a closet where he had his mouth propped open and placed in front of a glory hole at a gay bar. He was then given a jalepeno juice enema, and taken back to the basement, where he sat in his own shit, chained to a blue chair for months. Eventually, he died of AIDS that he got from either the glory hole or a dirty needle that was used to shoot him up with heroin. Ruthie was given 15,000 micrograms of LSD and turned loose in Ybor City, naked, after being shot up with cocaine. She wandered out into the street and was hit and killed by a garbage truck. Then an angel of God came down to throw the souls of the two shitbags to Hell, after he shook the hands of each of the Straight Survivors who participated, saying "the Man upstairs sends His regards on a job well done."
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« Reply #11 on: May 21, 2005, 10:17:00 AM »
yee haw!
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« Reply #12 on: May 21, 2005, 11:42:00 PM »
::cheers::
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« Reply #13 on: August 29, 2005, 02:57:00 AM »
'night Jon-boy. :wink:
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