Troubled Waters

Quote Originally Posted by spockgato:

dangerous predicaments ,
i'm staying awake in the late A.M . medicated with the pistol in
my right hand
shiny and new ,
it's by my side , glued
to the finger with the trigger
having pressure applied
violence in my eyes man i'm ready to die
expecting demise
reflecting on times
better than the current
mental edge gone dead , desolate , all this urine
in my jeans ,
soaking the couch ,
boner in my holster and it's poking out
hopeless now ,
busty brunettes working behind the counter
my thoughts race vividly i imagine
the bangin' ,
the laughter ,
she had a fat ass and that's what i asked for
no baby , i dont want
no coffee , no donuts ,
just the plump chubb where your asshole dumps
she was no fun
and looked at me strange
as if i was in a cage ,
i'm miserable , i'm cynical , in a fit of rage
i walked to the bathroom
and closed the stall to the shitter
clothes off stroking my balls till my scrotum was raw as i whimpered.............

Quote Originally Posted by michaelpaul1:

get the f outta this thread and take that shit with you spockcocko!...

Quote Originally Posted by dopalicous:

I think MP does not want us to shoot dirt....

Quote Originally Posted by Iw1nBets:

Quote Originally Posted by MXKid102:

Now all the lockouts have me bewildered and confused as to what the hell I'm going to do this fall.  Well it is 4th of July weekend and I went over to the Subway in a run down shopping center near my house.  Standing in line next to me was this gorgeous young girl with kinky brown hair.  She must have been a college student or something, she was carrying a 35mm camera around her neck.  She had that Bohemian look about her, pasty white but ultra smooth skin and unreal legs.  Slightly oversize butt, but she had these ICBM warhead breasts that hung just right, not the upside down bolt on fakes.  

I dreamed of spreading her out on the table and banging her good.  I was dreaming that she would come home with me and be good natured enough to put up with my gambling habits and not constantly harass me about why I'm glued to Sport Center 24/7. 

She seemed the type to be a nurturer, I fantasized about her sharing my apartment even though the place is pretty trashed since my gambling habit has taken its toll on general housekeeping habits. 

Then I watched her walk out of the place and get into some waiting car driven by some dude who looked like the son of a rich, French, aristocrat.  I asked, WTF????  How is it that these chicks are immediately picked up by these trust funder types which speak in foreign accents who probably don't have a real job?  The guy probably has no worries in his life, other than watching for degenerates like me snooping and sniffing around his girlfriend. 

Then I wonder and imagine what it is like to live a life of leisure, never having to wonder about any sports scores, could care less about who is playing the next day, and never has to worry about being bum rushed by bookies.  Man, at least I can dream, right? 

Anyway this story is for Protostar, who like me also likes to daydream about catching the glance of some college-aged student.

Quote Originally Posted by dytide:

Proto, what do you think about when you see Casey Anthony ?

Quote Originally Posted by dytide:

Proto, what do you think about when you see Casey Anthony ?

Quote Originally Posted by Iw1nBets:

proto your just one horny maaa fucka