On the subject of bathroom attendants one antidote worth noting is a story circa 1988. I don't recall which club it was but I remember there was one chocolate fella who always requested I do the "flap dance" for him. This was a simple swinging of the penis and ballus sack in unison where as they would slap the belly button and then proceed to flap the entire taintis major and the crimson penis tip would just slightly tap the nappy bung. i could get this going to approximately 240 slap-flaps per minute depending on which C+C Music Factory song was playing and how much Ketamine and Extacy I was on.
almost every time there is one of these guys in the deuce room i jerk it, i usually will tip an extra buck or two if he mentions the surprising girth or pleasant shape of my schlongo.
this piece reminds me of elephants at the zoo. To be specific the elephant cage and what the elephants tend to leave behind; long, smelly shits. This is exactly what this stupid thing is; a long, smelly shit. It also reminds me of the typical road in Cleveland hard to navigate and ultimately goes NO WHERE.
What is the matter with you fucks? I have now made it my personal mission to doot and/or shower with gold all stacks of the Scene I happen across. Any boxes you have downtown will look like an overflowing shithouse in southwest Texas when I get finished. You think I am kidding? I am not. I will be delighted to release furious vapor and explosive liquid ass into those boxes. Thank you for giving me a reason and opportunity to expose my wretched stink hole.
Oh for chrissake ol' Grz is at it again. Hey CKO, just for the record this deal with "their" vs. "they're" is a flap-tit compared to the bigger picture. And that picture is of Grz being a capital "J" Jerkoff. Now it's all about guys getting their nuts tied together. I had this done back in the 'Nam in '67 to avoid knocking up a gook whore, well wouldn't you know it i wound up with a case of Granuloma like you read about, had balls the size of cataloupes. I shit you, not. I had to wear a kilt fashioned out of a torn up M-65 Field Jacket for the whole month of March. As such that is why the mass of mutherfuckers have this done in March not because of a basketball game, asshole. Because of balls the size of basketballs and the social acceptabilty of a man with big hairy balls wearing a skirt in March. Once again, Ol' Grz the engineer of the Clueless Express.
I just woke up from a bender that lasted from Dec. 24th until today and i'm on the shitter trying to crank out a diamond-hard deuce which is a by product of daily handfuls of Phenobarbital, Dilaudid and chasers of NyQuill/Thunderbird mix and what do I see? That you fucknuts at Cleveland Scene found favor in my thoughts on "Web Editor extraordinaire" Vince Grzegorek. First what "scene" is Cleveland Scene even covering? Cleveland has not had any scene with the exception of the 'vesties offering $2.50 hand jobs outside the VA Clinic since those plastic faggots Devo played the at that dirty shit-hole on Euclid, what ever it's called. Second Grzegorek is an "extraodinaire" in the same way i am a millionaire. If ass warts were dollar bills, then yeah i'm the 6 Million Dollar Man, but like ass warts, anything Grzegorek has to say is beyond worthless. Third and finally did that sonofabitch sell his house? I don't feel like knitting ol' Grz a cock ring if i don't have to.
By the way did you know Lee Majors was hustling dick on the side the whole time he was married to that Charlie’s Angel chick with the hair? Proly why she died of ass cancer. Fuck you, fuck Lee Majors and triple fuck Grz. He’s a dick.
As a 3 time decorated vet of the nam, I take exception with calling a pumpkin-pie hued fairy like Boner an asshat. The Asshats were a part of the 5th infantry special forces, with a specialty in psy ops, jungle warfare, counterinsurgent propaganda, underwater demolition and general chaos creation and control. We were a secret unit created under the MK Ultra program at Los Alamos and had unchecked power to take out a Charlie unit or whole sections of the Gook map. It they woulda left it to us, the Asshats, we would have paved the Nam and every last noncomplient Charlie bastard we saw. We coulda taken every last one of those dog-eaters srtaight down the old shit tube. DeJacamo alone was itching to take out 100,000 minimum in a mass jungle inferno. You ever see the Dirty Dozen? The Asshats make them with their drunk Lee Marvin look like a troupe of dancing faggots. Pretty much like the troupe Boner dances with.
Ok here's the goddammed deal everyone. NO MORE FRANK RIZZO's, FRANK RUSSO's or Jocko Homo's in public office. Philly Mayor Frank Rizzo was certainly no loafer lightweight but was as corrupt as Legs Diamond and used to like crackin' skulls. Now we have this Frank Russo who clearly dresses in women's clothes just like J. Edgar and is also a graft fiend.
Back in 'Nam we all chipped in for 3 whores in a Tiki Hut in Dang Nay. We found out the guy collecting the money, Jimmy Corenti, scammed each of us out of about 75 cents each. Well you might say 75 cents what's the big whoop right? Well to a GI up to his ass in leach water waiting to get a skimmer and a rimmer from a yellow belly it's enough to seek justice. Let's put it this way, DeJacamo put ol' Corenti into parts of that leach pond that Ponce De-fuckin-leon will never discover.
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