The cold was the worst part of it ,not the bugs or the dampness. I was called dog boy by the priest and they made me live in the basemant of the church . I am slightly deformed with only one eye and a club foot ,I guess you could call me a freak because of my twisted and mishapen body but the most freakish part is my huge disgusting penis . My boy bat exudes unique and disgusting odours similiar to diesel fuel mixed with baby shit and dog farts.I guess the size and shape of my big stinker is what most attracts them to my damp fetid sleeping quarters.My guy gun is about the size and shape of an Australian football only with scabs and oozing puss. O'Hara was the young new priest and he was really nice ,only punching me after he was done sodomizing me with a crucifixe and cumming in my eyesockets a few times.He was so much more kind than the older and meaner priests. My stench was permiating the entire church I knew from Father O'Hara telling me so and I figured my days were numbered .I had seen the bones of the other basement boys. Escape filled my dreams and seemed to permeate my disgusting smell with a new and vital vibrance unknown to myself or my captors which only lead to more anal abuse . I stabbed Father O'Hara in the neck with a sharpened tooth brush and mastubated in joyous delight at my impending escape all over his flowing cloak. I took the keys and let myself out at about midnight wearing father O'Haras gowns,fully confident of my plan. I made it to a convinience store and purchased sustanance for the long journey ahead ,the only employee turned his face and covered his nose in putrification and disgust at this foul smelling priest limping thru his store. When the priest dogs caught up with me by the highway I wasnt really surprised and only tried to keep my treats from outside hidden whilst being whisk away to the dungeon of perpetual pain. Amongst my purchases pork rinds , beany weineys ,doritoes,I found a tantalizing new beverage called PABST BLUE RIBBON. I still get beat and raped 6 times a day but I love PBR. THANKS PBR !!!!

Gay rape wasnt anything new to me or my blistered and stretched out colon as most of my foster homes were either ran by Italians or jewish families. Mr. DeLucca was the worst he came from Boston a known boy sodomizing mecha and enjoyed using hot red peppers on his scab covered wang prior to the initial act of violation. He wasnt so much abusive as he was fecaly obbsessed and enjoyed forcing me and his wife to roll around in steaming heaps of his digested pasta chunklettes. I knew I should get out but I had been living there for 27 years and didnt know another way of life besides selling my ass on the street. I stole 14 dollars from a fat kid that was tied up in the basement named Stinky boy and made a decision to poison Mr.DeLucca. I didnt know what type of toxin to buy so I purchased PABST BLUE RIBBON. My suicide attempt was futile after Mr. DeLucca caught me furiously masturbating on the cat while drunk on PBR and the beatings werent worth it but I love PBR and frequently sodomize the basement kid. Thanks PBR.

I shouldnt of jumped bail but the joint was a little rough the 1st time around and I wasnt lookin forward to another ride on the buttfuck merry go round. I could of copped out to the shitass charges and walked with a nickel on both the attempted M charge and the dope ,served concurrent I coulda been tastin cunt again in maybe 3 years with no fuck ups. The Australian people werent like on TV they were more like English dildos that I had met in Boston the pedophile capital of the world . I hooked up with some anal drug ingesters that I hung out with who were shipping out on a Norwegian vessel called the HMS Bloodied Colon ,I guess the name should have warned me but I was desperate. Things were pretty ugly from the start ,my colon torn to shreds and the dangling flesh being constantly fed upon by the large and vicsuious rabid rats. Along the time we reached the coast of Somalia and we were all forced to drink never ending loads of Somalian pirate spermazoa I thought about getting out. My boy cunt was beyond stretched and I could barely walk and talking was completely impossible due to the swollen cum sores on my lips and tongue. We were rounding Cape Horn when I made my move. I stole some PABST BLUE RIBBON from the captain and killed the entire crew using a dull fish cleaning knife. I had always wanted to murder 18 people in there sleep and hide out in an African village for the rest of my life. THANKS PBR

Drunken debauchery isnt a new item on my menu .I grew up in a logging camp where my mom worked as a cook and part time sap sucker . Times were more than tough I wasnt big enough to work in the woods and mom was losing her looks due to her turpentine/gin addiction. I had been violated (all in good fun)by some of moms logging buddies for years and thought that I could make a go of it in the city. My delusions of absolute grandeur and fantasies of being plowed by Brad Pitt were dashed as the only employment I could find was as a condom recycler at a Korean whorehouse.(bring your own). Until I met Frank Rothststein he was a Rabbi and a flaming homosexual craigslist poster with a penchant for dingleberries,of which I had plenty . Frank and I had good times he would make soup out of my shitballs and I would drink mai-tais and enjoy his gagging sounds. Things were great until my mom tracked me down and started shaking me down for money mommy knew that all of my dingleberries were fake because I was born with a rare genetic diseaese that made my anus and buttcheeks incapable of creating stinky love balls for my man. I had been buying shit covered hairballs from homeless men for years and trusted my asshair guys with my life .I decided these wine swilling shitball men should kill my mom. The plan went wrong and I was forced to go underground and leave my wealthy shiteating lover. I was living on the streets and trying to sell other mens shitballs for money ,things were tough but it was all I had I had become a DINGLEBERRY hustler. Then I drank Pabst blue ribbon and my life is great blah blah blah. Thanks PBR.

sfo Another Thanksgiving past < - > 2006-11-25 15:00:26My dad and some other older guys were in the basement drinking beer and watching sports on tv ,I stayed upstairs to help my mom and aunts prepare food and to hang out with my sexy cousin Frank. Im a little older than Frank but always found his long blonde hair and surfer body to be a real turn on.I had only seen Frank about twice a year since ever I caould remember and no longer thought of him as an annoying younger cousin.At 19 he had filled out in all the right places and I noticed a very manly bulge in Franks pants as he did his best to help with the holiday feast. I motioned for Frank to follow me outside so we could burn one, with hand signals and a nod of the head my plan was set in action. When we got outside and we were halfway thru our joint I just said it outright,"Frank I need your cock in my mouth"!! Frank beat me pretty bad and broke four of my ribs all the while puffing on the joint and calling me a cocksucking fairey .During the beating he mentioned he wasnt really a fan of weed anyway and prefered pabst blue ribbon. My broken nose didnt heal correctly and had to be rebroke 3 times.But I did try the beer and it was great . Thanks cousin Frank.

sfo X mas 4 years ago And late on rent and needed a starter in my crappy 1984 ford . I didnt know where I was gonna get the money to live ,let alone for xmas dinner. Around this time I started eating out of dumpsters and shoplifting alot and getting high off hairspray. One of my best friends was a dumpster diver and sphincter sniffing junkie named Bobby Scrotum ,everyone called him BS for short. He turned me on to alot of things like Gay rape,self sucking,multiple sodomistic relationships,and a beverage call pabst blue ribbon. Im dying of the aids virus and never straightened my life out. Thanks Bobby Scrotum.

Dante had a dreary existance toiling day after day in the ass picking salon . Old and overweight homos have a problem picking the dried semenal chunks from there hair covered flabby cheeks .So Dante had to go to work on there love cracks. After years of sniffing dried anal cum mixed with diareah Dante became addicted and couldnt even face the day without at least two or three lines of dried cum or powdered fecal powder. Quitting seemed impossible it was the typical downward spiral of a crack addict. Until one day when a kindly transvestite Eric was servicing gave him a wonderful new beverage called PABST BLUE RIBBON. His life quickly turned around and now he works for the President of the United States of America as a military advisor. Thanks PBR!!!!