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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Miller's Bad Day
« on: June 17, 2016, 12:48:48 PM »
Miller "Father Cassian" Newton stepped off the bus and was led into the yard of the Florida State Correctional Institute. He had been given ten years for perjury and participating in bankruptcy fraud. Five with good behavior. Years spent basking in the glow of a flourescent light in his "church" office had been hard on him. His body was frail, his skin pallid. He knew he could never make it through ten years in the general population with his virginity intact. He had to get into solitary. As soon as the burly guard unshackled him he made his move. Exhaling a feminine "hmmph" he weakly slapped the guard. He was quickly taken to the ground, receiving a swift kick to the ribs before being restrained. As he was dragged to the solitary confinement cell he felt nothing but relief. "At least in solitary," he thought "I'll be safe." Unfortunately for Miller Newton he had picked the wrong guard to mess with.
The next few days were uneventful. The time in his cell he spent evenly between sleeping, reading a "Drug Free America" book he had gotten from the book cart, and masturbating furiously. His self-flagellation was interrupted on the fourth day. The burly guard he had attacked earlier stepped into his cell. The gleam in the guards eye and the mean grin on his face made Fr. Cassian's pecker quickly shrivel in his hand. "You fucked with the wrong man when you fucked with me," said the guard. "The inmates here call me The Asshole for a reason. Now come with me, punk."
The guard led him down the hall to one of several empty shower stalls. He roughly threw Fr. Cassian in the stall and locked the door. Fr. Cassian was petrified. His mind raced as he imagined the myriad of different tortures that could be in store for him. His worst fears were confirmed when the guard returned. In his hands were a short black dress, black stilleto heels, and a curly blonde wig. "Strip down and put this on, bitch." Fr. Cassian did as instructed and was pleased to notice that the dress fit well and the heels gave him a nice slimming effect. The burly guard admired the drag queen. "The GNAA is gonna love you!"
The guard left the shower stall, only to return minutes later. He opened the door and led 20 large black men into the stall. "Father Cassian, meet the Gay Nigger Association of America. GNAA, meet Father Cassian. I'm sure you all will get along fine." With that the guard slammed the shower door closed and walked away laughing.
The men approached Father Cassian, backing him into a corner. The apparent leader stepped forward. "No matter what I'm gonna fuck that purdy lil' ass of yours. Now I can fuck it dry or you can lube it up for me." Father Cassian knew he had no choice. He kneeled in front of the leader, who began to slap his face with his 10 black inches. Puss from syphilictic sores quickly covered Father Cassian's cheeks. When the leader was sufficiently aroused he placed his throbbing cock up to Father Cassian's lips. As soon as Father Cassian opened his mouth the leader violently shoved his manhood to the back of Father Cassian's throat and exclaimed "Swallow my shit you cracker bitch!" Father Cassian gagged as he was violently face fucked.
Just when he was about to pass out the leader pulled out, turned him around and shoved his cock into Father Cassian's ass. Father Cassian began to scream in agony but his cries were quickly muffled by one of the other gang member's cocks. They rode him like that for the better part of an hour. When one man finished another quickly took his place. Just as Father Cassian was getting used to the throbbing pain in his anus the men stopped. One man lay down on the floor and Father Cassian was told to get on top of him and take his dick inside him. Exhausted and humiliated, Cassian had no will left to fight. As soon as he inserted the penis another man came up behind him and began to force his cock into Father Cassian's already filled anus. Again his screams of agony were muffled, this time by a smelly black anus.
For another hour he was violated in this way. When the men were finished with him he couldn't walk and his mouth was filled with dingleberries and ass hairs. Before they all left the leader had some parting words for "Dr." Newton: "Thanks for that sweet piece of ass, punk. We'll see you again tomorrow. Oh by the way, we all have AIDS." It was going to be a long ten years for Miller Newton.

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727-392-3437

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727-392-3437 is the phone # to Miller's "church".......the number rolls over to his house after office hours. Call him and share your memories of all the fun times we had at Straight.

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 "At the end of the day, Mel Sembler is let down and has to light the pile of money on fire"-----you know this would be excruciating for that old kike to have to do.

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Re: I just
« on: June 17, 2016, 12:13:11 PM »
I just.........fucking Ace of Spades

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Re: I just
« on: June 10, 2011, 02:44:59 PM »
Bong out for Jesus!!!!!!!

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The Troubled Teen Industry / Drug War Horror Stories Requested
« on: June 10, 2011, 02:32:09 PM »
"I just" received this email from Americans for Safe Access.  Thought some of you may find it interesting:
    ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
    Greetings,

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    had their lives or careers destroyed by the marijuana laws, you might
    want to take a few minutes to share those stories with the staff of
    Rep. Jared Polis (D-CO), who will be reading some of these into the
    Congressional Record next Tuesday (see below).

    David





    From: Jared Polis <<mailto:[email protected]>[email protected]>
    Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2011 16:38:24 +0000
    To: Keith Stroup <<mailto:[email protected]>[email protected]>
    Subject: The 40 year war on drug-users


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    That's why I'm going to make a stand. On June 14th, I'm making a
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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Re: Fr. Cassian Plans His Revenge
« on: November 17, 2010, 08:17:27 PM »
:twofinger:  :twofinger:  :twofinger:  :twofinger:  :twofinger:  :rocker:  :rofl:  :nods:  :poison:  :seg:  :rasta:  :feedtrolls:  :rasta:  :wall:  ::fullofshit::  :blabla:  :moon:  ::deadhorse::

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Miller Newton touched my junk liberally. He strapped me in to his Straightplane and he
couldn't 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 that Homeland Security would not approve
of a millionaire touching an underage kid for free. Can you believe it? Miller Newton did all this. He picked me out of the line for the body scan, strapped my arms and legs down in the Straightplane'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 FAA and the Dept. of Homeland Security 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 flew the Straightplane over 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?????????????????????????

http://politics.blogs.foxnews.com/2010/ ... -face-fine

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Re: I just
« on: June 23, 2010, 05:28:23 PM »
I smoke pot.  It's great.

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / I'll Be So Happy When Miller Newton Dies
« on: December 15, 2008, 04:54:39 PM »
The old fucker needs to have another heart attack and DIE this time.........it sucks the old shitbag is still alive.  I'm going to laugh when I read his obituary........

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Re: Visualize Miller Newton Dead
« on: October 10, 2008, 11:35:34 AM »
Quote from: "Froderik"
:D Where the hell is that 'Psychic Redux' thread??   8)  ::evil::  :D

I couldn't find it either, but y'know, they say the "third time's the charm"..........

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Visualize Miller Newton Dead
« on: October 10, 2008, 11:31:47 AM »
I'm happy to hear about Virgil's recent heart attack, I hope he felt a lot of pain, although I'm sure it paled in comparison to the sum total of pain and suffering administered by him and his cronies.  I'd like to invite you all to join me tomarrow night at 11:59 PM Eastern time in visualizing Miller Newton having another heart attack, where he convulses in pain and agony, barely able to speak the words, "Ruth Ann, call an ambulance.....".  I'm going to visualize, to the best of my ability, Milller Newton writhing in pain, losing control of his bowels and bladder, frothing at the mouth, and hopelessly clutching his chest as his final minutes tick away slowly.  I'm going to picture Miller Newton twitching helplessly as his heart spasms.  I'm going to visualize Miller Newton's face contorted in pain and fear as he realizes that his life is slowly receding, and that any medical attention will arrive too late to do anything to extend his sorry existence.  I will do these things, and project all of my hatred of Miller Newton at him, along with my hopes that he suffers to the very end of his miserable, evildoing life. :)

Then I will have a drink and a bowl of weed. :rasta:


I invite you to join me in this little psychic warfare excercise, hopefully we will wake up one morning within a week and get the good news that Miller Newton died in agony, with the last thing he was aware of being the smell of his own shit as his bowels voided themselves in his pants. ;D

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Re: kids of bergen county
« on: October 07, 2008, 04:03:18 PM »
Quote from: "Cougar_Sean"

 I actually had a penis pump once,  but as soon as it started pumping I couldn;t get mel out of my head.   I whipped it off and shot a full face glaze over an adoring miller newton.  dean vause wimpered and licked everydrop off of millers disgustiing come covered face. then he wanted me to put the pump back on screaming, me next, me next.  I just went and got the dog and had mell jack the dog all over deans face.  but he covered the knob with his mouth so he could drink everydrop of semblers dogs' ejaculate,

   It was actually quite a heart warming scene so I took a few snapshots,  and have photoshopped some christmas attire and decorations into the shot.  I hope none of you are high ranking republicans, or your going to get what can only be described as a traditional christmas with the semblers and the newtons.

 .


Excellent post.

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / The long awaited part 2!
« on: September 25, 2008, 10:36:27 PM »
"Pardoname Signor but you have cum" said the young male Air Brasil flight attendant as he looked up from the Rev. Dr. Dr. Virgil Miller "Father Cassian" Newton's lap.
"You're right, I have!" replied the  Rev. Dr. Dr. Virgil Miller "Father Cassian" Newton as he leaned back in the lavatory seat, in the coach class cabin of the Air Brasil jumbo jet as it flew Sao Paolo.
Father Cassian reached into his pocket and handed the lad a twenty.
As the young male flight attendant stood up to leave,  Father Cassian zipped up his pants and smiled to himself contentedly. After a minute or two he arose and walked out of the lavatory into the cabin and took his seat on the flight.
"What a great idea I had, to call Dean," he thought, "this will truly be the culmination of all of my hopes and dreams."
Father Cassian looked out the window, a gleam in his eyes, as he considered the possibilities - more money flowing in, more children to abuse, and the restoration to his rightful place as the world's preeminent youth drug treatment guru.  
He smiled as he leaned back in his seat and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the good times that awaited him in Brazil.

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