nyc 1987 the year not the other thing < - > 2006-11-13 18:42:26
My mommy and daddy were both talented circus freaks ,you probably seen or heard of them . My dad could shove any object from the audience into any oriface of his body. My mommy could peel scabs from her inner uteral wall and crush it into a powder and snort it like it was cocaine all the while standing on her head and juggling flaming puppies and dildos. Those were the good times ,the happy times. Dad was tragicly killed trying to insert an accordian up his ass .Mommy held him in her arms as he bleed away ,having nothing to comfort her but her own vaginal drugs. Soon after mommy deliberately overdosed on her own a mixture of scabby crotch scabs and Tanqeray. I ended up on the lower echelon of freaks at the circus ,being forced to wipe the "shit covered man" just to make ends meet. This went on for years living in filth and squallor having the stench of my own unwashed scrotum scent as my only friend. One sad day after smelling my own dandruff mixed with dried urine a stranger showed up .Unlike my foul odour hers permeated my trailer with the beautiful scent of good homegrown and sweaty leather. I was immediately filled with ardour and respect until her boot came crashing in to my teeth. How could this vision of loveliness feel the need to injure such a low creature as myself? I wondered. And then she explained she and I were both hiers to a huge fortune left by one Captain Pabst of Pabst Blue Ribbon fame. Glinda made me her love/toilet slave and kept my share of the money, she makes me clean her undies with my spit. THANKS FOR NOTHING PBR.

It was raining when Mistress Glinda showed up from work early ,she was in a much more violent mood than usual and gave me a viscious growl as she threw me a doggy bag left over from her business lunch with Donald Trump. I looked up in anticapation of a pat on the head or a kind word but only recieved a snarl and dirty look accompanied by a loud fart. Glin was in a bad mood of late because her all boy nude car wash chain wasnt working out too well. I sat there nude except for my man diaper (the only thing Mistress allows) hoping I wouldnt recieve more abuse at her powerful hands. The sound of the Mistresses 5 horse power Briggs and Stratton vibrator made from lawn mower parts in her workshop/dungeon stopped and I knew she would be back with me soon. She laughed her evil laugh and played with her hair as she inspected her boots for any speck of human blood or dried semen. I guess she has hit me harder in the past but this time she nearley knocked me unconsciece with a full unopened 16 oz. can of PABST BLUE RIBBON. She then promptly squatted above my bloodied face and let loose a steaming stream of hot urine into my nose and eyes. She then walked out the door and told me to clean her period panties. THANKS FOR NOTHING PBR

THANKS EMO!

nyc tell me what you think < - > 2006-11-13 20:34:14what can i say really < - > 11/12 23:00:18 just the typical story of a recent ivy league graduate - turned high powered exchange broker turned johns hopkins squirrel ejeculator turned stage hand for bisexual dance troup touring eastern europe, only to make the atlantic crossing on a doomed norweigan frigate that would later be captured by cranked up gay somali pirates that wore rainbow tshirts and short shorts and smoked incesintly. One night, after a particularily steamy somali-on-somali sex orgy around the horn of africa, i sneaked a little of their enchanting beverage of exotic origin, pabst blue ribbon! finally something to drink that doesnt taste like somali pirate jizz, thanks PBR!

It was snowing pretty hard and Mistress Glinda had beat me close to death the night before.The only thing keeping me going was strong black coffee and the knowledge that Glinda would beat me again. My anal warts were paricualarly scabby and stinky that week so Glin let me see the doctor.Dr. Stelky probed and pushed,poked and stabbed at my bleeding diseased A hole until I nearly shot a hot load. There is no known cure for African anal warts all the medical community can do is try to ease your pain. I was given a prescription for heroin and a wonderful tonic called PABST BLUE RIBBON. Im bleeding from my colon as we speak and will probably die in the morning ,but I feel great . THANKS PBR!!

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