nyc PBR!!! MOTHERFUCKER!! < - > 2007-01-29 18:29:16
It was late and I guess I had one too many and didnt even have cab fair, so im walking or more like stumbling down the street trying to get home and I guess I was somewhere around the meatmarket when I decide to sit down and take a rest. To my amazement and utter horror I woke up to several 60ish to 70ish scabcovered transvestites dancining and prancing about me carrying torches and waggling their scab covered wino wangs in my face!! I was terrefied to the point of tinkiling in my skin tight gold spandex pants but at the same time my erection was nearly ripping the crotch out of my favorite evening attire. I thought they might kill me and hoped they might rape me.At this point I started to notice these werent just any run of the mill hobo rapist but were a gang of elderly ,transexual ,hobo ,performance artists and I was to be tonights "ART". The first of the old men smelled of Boones farm and rancid cock cheese as well as Chanel # 5 ,he was wearing a cute little number by Prada that clashed with his grey mud covered golashes. The whole scene was a blur Gucci handbags and Converese sneakers , the flying jizz ,Halston dresses and the stench of these creative geniuses favorite drink permeating the violation of my oh too willing gaping anus. The drink of course was PABST BLUE RIBBON thanks PBR!!

Soon to be made into an After school special!

sfo Thank Craig for Friday nights..... < WierdLoad > 2007-02-09 19:06:15
Every Friday Night, my guido friends and i gather for an intense night of cocaine snorting and group sex. we begin our evenings eating pasta and watching good fellas. my dad is in the construction business, so he has the money to help fund our expensive habbits. most in our group are guys, so if we want pussy, we usually have to pay for it, another expense paid for by my dad. after watching some snuff films, we break out the condoms. sometimes, we forget the condoms, but oh well, it doesn't matter too much. plus, i like the idea of my semen flowing inside body cavities. we oil our bodies up and and pile on top of each other to produce one giant blob of moving, writhing flesh. soon after, we crash from the coke, kick the girls out, jack each other off, and pass out until we have to wake up and spend another week at our terribly mindless day trading jobs. thanks for nothing, PBR!

Dr. Snuggleballs strikes again! Couldnt figure a good pic for this

nyc it was a glorious morning as I awoke < - > 2007-02-10 09:54:00
to a hot, humid roach infested motel off the California strip. My asshole was still seemingly debating whether or not to allow the anal lube to crust as it dries, or stay subtely moist with an occasional drip of semen from the long night before. i had picked up Devan from the seedy motel bar, he was half trashed from days on end of smoking meth. However he was easily seducable. I could clearly see reflections of my penis in his glazed over eyes, while we were in the mens room. Devan became hostile on his insistance to perform anal sex, and his insanity from smoking meth for a week. I allowed him to my room, and on his doped up personality, he was able to perform hours of anal sex to me. He came repeatedly in my ass, and sucked me dry for hours. Eventually I became thirsty, and ordered up a pitcher of luke warm, flat PBR from the bar below. I always remember that night whenever I taste a mellow pbr.

This is a true story ,I know the guy.......

sfo Little billy was only 13 when he realized he had < WierdLoad > 2007-02-11 07:50:19
a great eye for detail. He would sit and watch his uncle Zero meticulously preload his rigs for mass distribution on the street,(stomping the heroin with pbr) catering specifically to the tranny groups of Savannah. By the time little billy was 17, he had achieved fame and fortune by publicly trading his shares of his secret state-wide. He had a profitable business owning 40+ transexuals whether pre-op or post-op, which he pimped on a 24 hour basis, expressing "BAREBACK" as the main theme. Without the brilliance of Uncle Zero, and the refreshing loads of PBR, little billy would have probably ended up a stock broker like his dadda.

Oh Snuggleballs ♥

hnl It was a dark and stormy night < you-can-call-me-EARL > 2007-02-18 18:14:21
or so I was told. I couldnt varify that as I playing the submissive anal sex slave, forced to wear slutty female attire, with a rubber cat mask over my head, blocking my eyes and ears, while being kept in my "cage" in Master Bryces' basement. The only holes in my suffocating mask were two little inlets around my nostrils for air, a small opening for my tongue, and an enema hole under the tail of my suit. Master Bryce enjoyed urinating in the enema tube, while every now and again also like to share his PBR's with me by pouring it thru the tube, and asking (in a demanding manor) "Can you taste it?" Many times we enjoyed this type of sexual endearments, but it finally took its toll when I became fat and bloated, and he became disenchanted from my newly growing 'love handles', which exposed rolls of fat, even thru the rubber costume. Eventually, Master Bryce was so disgusted, he traded me in for a new anal whore, but I'll always remember those precious pbr moments...

Thank you UNKNOWN Authour-hope you aint locked up

Went to Home Depot got out the Sentra and stepped in a big pile of dog crap! Had the glosshes on tho NBD. God did that ever stink up the aisles.
Then did my usu and went to Lowes and got a Polish and a cup of hot coco... :)! As I was gettin in my Sentra, a big bird crapped on my head as I was takin off my cap. I think it was a Crow or maybe a Vulture - couldn't really see as it was startin to sleet. Sucked a 12oz just to be able to drive home... can it get any worse? On the way home a deer jumped out in front of me an Wham! Blood on the Windshield! haha - Better than a 22 and real quiet. I gutted the thing right there and then - while it was still warm and sort of twitchin'.. but not for long.
Kept the heart to eat for dinner (I got a great recipie!) Dumped the carcass off at Joes da Butcher - note pinned neatly on - "Dues Paid - SBB"
Then as I was drivin in the drive - Smoke started to billow out under the hood - CAR ON FIRE!
uh, well, I pissed on the fire cuz had to go really bad from the 12er - that was enough to put the fire out. Guess I'll shower now - Makin Rice Puddin and Deer Heart etc. for dinner yummmmmm! :)!PBR Pabst blue ribbon.


Had to be done to archive this.

NON PBR story but it does have beer

njy When I was a kid < kickedoutofhell > 2006-05-28 11:16:29
It was maybe July or August 1977 or it could have been 78 super hot and boring most of my friends left town to go down the shore. My dad was down at Klinskies on the corner drinking beer and watching the Yankee game with his pals. The phone rang and it was my dad asking me to run to the store and get some cigs. for him and his friends because the machine was broke again ,keep in mind this is when a little kid could get smokes if they siad they were for there dad or whatever. I got there and gave him the cigs. and told him he owed the store 3 bucks . I figured I would hang out and drink some cokes eat some pretzels and maybe score a couple bucks off my dad or some other drunk goofball. Im not real sure what was going on with the game but the word FUCK seemed real popular regarding the Yanks ,everyone was screaming about there bets and how niggers shouldn't have been let in the game in the first place. Around the end of the 9th with the FUCK thing still going on Frankie the Midget showed up. Frankie was a fixture in the nieghborhood and every one either liked him or tolerated him because he was a midget,he was also an alkie. Frankie hated my dad because my dad was in the marines and Vietnam and got medals and stuff .I guess maybe it was the midget thing or the drinking but Frankie always liked to challenge my dad to contest like arm wrestling or drinking contest or whatever.The challenge of the day for little Frank was push ups . My dad is and was a bit of a sadist but he always took Franks challenges .

njy When I was a kid 2 < kickedoutofhell > 2006-05-28 11:39:17
Franks challenges sort of for real but not to the point of being retarded .Frank was always allowed to win so that they could give him money for beers and smokes cause Frank was always broke. At the time my dad was only something like 32 or 35 and still in good shape he could do a hundred pushups on one arm even after working/drinking all day. He (mydad) did fifty and started mouthing off that Frankie couldn't touch it cause he was a midget and a drunk but Frank was used to this treatment ,I guess it's common to treat drunk midgets bad or at least it was then. Frankie finished his beer that he got on cred and jumped rite down and started doing his pushups he did great he passed my dads fifty in no time and was still going. Everyone in the bar was screaming and hooting and saying they would get Frank a beer when he won the bet.The word FUCK was still there but this time it was a good thing .The big money lost on the Yanks was even forgot about. I can't be sure but I guess Frank made it to about 70 or 75 before the massive heart attack. He was really doing good up until then. My dad gave the money Frankie won to his mom and then my dad and his friends took off from work for another three days to drive to Boston and then to North Carolina to tell the funny story about killing a midget. He almost got fired and my mom was real mad at him. THE END.