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Myspace Can Be Your Space, Too
2008-01-07 16:16:00
In continued efforts to shamelessly, almost whoreishly promote ourselves, we here at ODB have decided to go forth and (finally) create a myspace page. Until recently, I really was very hesitant to get into the whole social netoworking thing. I don't know, maybe it was because I, for some unknown reason, enjoyed meeting with girls in person, and using things like wit, intelligence, alchohol, cunning in deception to talk them into guzzling a gallon of throat yogurt. I'd like to go on the record to state that for a long time I found the use of the Internet to track down random pieces of cum candy was a lot like using game genie on Sega Genesis- a true pyric victory. But then, about nine seconds into fiddling around with this whole myspace thing, I ran into the profile of this slam pig named Tara once gave my a backroom handjob in her mother's linen closet circa 1999. We had never spoken again after I told the entire volleyball team about how conquering her was easier than s...
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The Big Dipper: Why It's Not So Exciting After All
2008-01-03 13:37:00
In every boy’s life, they reach a point, when they dig through their drawer, take out their ruler, and measure the size of their Johnson. Now, as a girl (a smart one, at that), I am here to reveal a little secret… An exceedingly large male sexual organ, otherwise known as a Big Dipper, Crowd Pleaser, Master of Ceremonies, or Mighty Meat; is NOT so exciting after all! Here’s my story: It was Thanksgiving Eve- you know… ‘1 of the biggest nights a year to go out,’ and a few friends and I pre-gamed a bit, and then went to the local bar. Once there, we ordered some beers, danced to Britney Spears, played some pool, etc. etc. Everyone was having a dandy time. It was at that moment, I saw him- ‘Random.’ We went to high school together, but were in different grades. I hadn’t seen him in quite some time, but remembered him being pretty popular. He called me by my last name, came up to me, and kissed me hello (a notion of whic...

Kurt Russell Eat Your Heart Out!
2008-01-02 13:22:00
The fire was everywhere. The smoke was stinging my lungs like a thousand needles. In the instants before I dashed out the window to safety, I looked around. I saw my grandfathers ashes, my Paul O'Neill signed baseball bat, my buddy Brett, and my faithful golden retriever, Fido. Certainly, something needed saving. Then, finally, I looked towards my desk, and knew exactly what I had to do.
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Get Kicked Out of a Party This New Year!
2008-01-02 10:02:00
The New Year is upon us, as first reported by Old Dirty Blog, and we all know what that means: parties! As a way to pay back all you loyal readers I'd like to help you out by alerting you of several party-going faux pas in hopes that you may enjoy the entire night. So, submitted for your approval and in the spirit of the countdown to 2008, I give you ODB's top ten ways to get yourself thrown out of a party/bar so that you may avoid them. *For the record, these are all from my own personal experience. Number 10: Pull an upper decker (where you drop deuce in the top part of the toilet). Number 9: As the bartender is pouring champagne in the carefully lined up glasses follow him or her down the line chugging each glass then throwing it behind the bar. Number 8: Cause everyone to miss the countdown on the TV by changing it to Cinemax because you got a text message that Buff Bagwell was doing softcore porn. Number 7: Pork and dangle the vat of jungle...
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Vegan Friendly Jam- Or Jelly?
2007-12-20 17:05:00
Crazy (my mentally ustable ex boyfriend) and I wanted to play us some Jack and Jill, but there was 1 problem- Auntie Flo was in town. While Auntie Flo typically doesn't prevent me from getting buckwild, Crazy had a problem with it. Now there's 1 very obvious approach to getting around this kind of situation, and considering we were both very ancy, we decided to take it. Crazy whipped out his trombone and told me to bend over ...I was getting it in-the-butt. It seemed like such a great idea (I enjoy a little coitus-sodomus every now and again), however there was 1 problem- Crazy didn't have any axle grease. Spit, water, astro glide, rum, wine, champage, WHATEVER… any of these lube substitutes should come to the mind of a normal human being. Crazy, on the other hand, being the karma believing vegan freak that he is, went into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of extra virgin olive oil. Me: What is that!? What are you doing!? Crazy: It's olive oi...
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Bold Predictions for 2008!
2007-12-20 16:49:00
I can't believe 2007 is truly coming to a close. It seems like only yesterday that I was choking down a magnum of Andre champagne and pondering what 2007 had to offer me. Good heavens. I feel I've been productive this year, I've proliferated trash to the masses, and I even let some chick do the same! I dunno if it's the rum I've been drinking since breakfast, but I truly am swelling with holiday cheer. It is with this in mind, that I look towards the future, and peer through a thick cloud of awesome sauce into 2008 .....and I present to you a frightening vision of the future.... In the year 2008.... Old Dirty Blog will cover topics such as Foreign object use: is it for me?, Donkey Punch, and other summertime cocktails and The time I nailed Margaret Thatcher In the year 2008.... I will have a threesome with a set of Asian twins without having to pay either of them, or enter into an establishment that offers spa treatment In the year 2008... Orlando Pace will d...
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ODB Supports Feminism!
2007-12-20 14:41:00
I know what you might all be thinking- and it's ok. Really, I understand. I'm willing to deal with the flood of praise and/or hate mail that comes from allowing a woman to blog on this site. You see, out of the droves of fan mail I've received, people are always sending me resumes, writing samples and the like. I usually roll them up and smoke them- with tobacco products. But, this one particular girl was very persistent, and I've decided to let her voice be heard to the world. Here is the first thing she sent me. An Angry Girl's Toilet In life, there will always be those 1 or 2 (maybe 12) guys who test out your goodies 5, 6, 7, maybe 8 times, then throw you to the curb. But fortunately for us ladies- there's a little something I like to call, Revenge of the Nerd. I was a young girl. Maybe 16? Small, sweet, and naive. I don't remember where I met him or how he sweet talked his way into intruding on my love flower, but he did- over and over again. And that's no...
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Californication: The Trilogy: Conclusion
2007-12-14 10:49:00
As I said, my night with Martina was fun yet uneventful. We hit up Haight Street, drank our faces off, exchanged great stories, put a twenty in the juke box and tore it up. Nothing to write home about. I stumbled back to the apartment at around 3 am to find Scooner passed out on the living room floor (seems to be a trend with him) and to my total surprise he has accidental face shot German girl with him. They are out cold and I'm totally cocked, so I figure it'd be an awesome idea to pull the blanket off of them and take a picture on my phone. I got the blanket halfway off of them when this Berlin Beauty awoke suddenly and started to scream. When she screamed, I screamed. Scooner, awoken by the chaos, started to laugh. She wrapped the blanket around herself, slapped me dead across the face and stormed out, but not before throwing his blender at me on the way out, producing a big cut on my forehead and a barrel of laughs. Hey, it was her fault for coming back; those G...
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Californication: The Trilogy, Part Deux
2007-12-07 12:29:00
I awoke the next morning ready to wreak even more havoc upon the great state of California. I collected my things and yelled back to my lovely exchange student Ich verspreche, dass ich Sie Baby rufen werde which roughly translated means I promise I will call you baby (I know how to say that in 12 languages). I headed back to Scooner's place ready to tackle the next leg of our trip, a drive up to Lake Tahoe to visit an old high school buddy. Back at the apartment there is a broken lamp in the middle of the living room and Scooner is passed out in the middle of the kitchen floor ass naked, his German girl long gone. After several swift kicks to the ribs he was up and ready to punish his body some more. I called up Osirus to get the details of last night and make him aware that we intended to leave in about an hour so he would hurry his ass up. He assured me he'd be on his way after a quick shower (he did not hit it that night, as will be detailed later on). About 30 m...
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Deuce Dropping Etiquitte For You and Me
2007-12-05 16:49:00
One night not too long ago, my buddy Mark and I went out for some fine Mexican cuisine. I'm talking like some of the best refired beans and spicy fish tacos this side of Cazumel. I hadn't feasted on south-of-the border fare of this magnitude since spring break in Cabo, where I probably fathered 5 illegitimate children. Hopefully I'm dead before the Mexican government get's the paperwork in order. But I digress. After inhaling three large pitchers of margaritas (anyone who orders frozen or flavored ones in any circumstance should be assassinated) we decided to head out to some local watering holes in search of some tail. Midway through, Montezuma had his revenge on my anus, and I was forced to miss much of the action while a series of crippling, life-altering dumps took over my life. Once I was done, that seedy unventilated bathroom was about as toxic as Trynobyl on a warm summer day. Mark, however, did a great job. He got invited back to this girl's house, and was getting...

Californication: The Trilogy....part one
2007-12-03 15:03:00
A couple of summers back after college I decided to spend my time off on Martha's Vineyard. If you've never been you are missing out big time. Seriously, if you're reading this and you are still in college, get three friends together and start looking for places online. You will find work easily, you will find parties easily and unless you recently finished behind Rocky Dennis is a beauty contest you will get laid easily (mostly by gorgeous Eastern European women). But I digress. While on the island I became good friends with a kid Scooner whose sailboat was the location of many a good party. After the summer was over we stayed in touch and I decided that in January I'd take a trip out to San Francisco to visit him at school (hold the gay jokes you jerk offs). As I'm planning the trip my good buddy Osirus stops by my apartment one day with a bottle of hooch and a dream. As it turns out Osirus was planning his own trip to San Fran in an attempt to conquer a past que...
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Holiday Cock-Tails for You and Me!
2007-11-29 11:44:00
I bet you didn't know this, but in addition to being the master of the man-pistion, and the king of cock custard, I also happen to be quite skilled at the ability to mix a great alhoholic beverage. There is no time like the holiday season to drown your sorrows in booze, or to shamelessly pump some poor slam pig full of happy sauce in efforts to to pork the snot ouf of her. At your holiday party, try whipping up and of these three beverages- and perhaps you'll find a nice warm honeypot full of holiday cheer! Rudolph the Red-Nosed Roffie or Mrs. Claus's Secret Potion 1 oz 151 Proof Rum 1 oz unadulterated desire for cooch 1 oz coconut rum 1 oz pineapple juice Dash of grenadine 1 vacant backseat with prophylactics in the glove box. 1 candy cane (a literal candy cane, scumbag) Directions: Combine ingredients into a Martini shaker. It's key to add equal parts of both kinds of rum. The coconut rum and grenadine completely hide the taste of the over-proof rum, making the drink ta...
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Clever Retorts to Failed Pick Up Lines
2007-11-28 15:55:00
Over the course of my long, illustrious career as a professional clam-jammer, I've said a lot of questionable things to a lot of highly questionable girls. As the holidays are often a time for reflection, I've been thinking about some of the long, very drunken evenings I've endured that have resulted in not only some brazenly bad pickup lines, but have been highlighted by my snappy comebacks to failed, atrocious pickup lines. Here's the hall of fame thus far. Me: I'm actually going off to war. I ship off tomorrow. Her: I don't believe you. You haven't shaved in months Me: What would your mother say if you refused to blow me for the sake of your country? Me: I'm actually a philosophy major over at Yale Her: Your sweatshirt says Housatonic Community College.... Me: Don't judge me, wench Me: Baby, I wanna take you back to my place, and put my evil in side of you.... Her: I'm sorry, what was that? Me: Oh, I meant come back to my place, and I can lay beside you... Her:...
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Pass The Gravy and Stuff The Turkey This Thanksgiving
2007-11-21 13:48:00
We've all been there before. It's that lull between the servings of candied yams and dried beets, the football game is a blowout, and you're a little buzzed of four bud lights. You look at your lovely girlfriend next to you, with her supple bosom hiding behind a tight brown sweater, and her honeypot hiding under a mini skirt, and you know it's go time. You can almost hear Al Michael’s in the background encouraging you. You give her the look and unless she's a useless slam hog, she'll know that its time to execute the coveted Turkey Day bathroom quickie. While everyone else is all hopped up on tryptophan and holiday cheer, it's time to act. Quickly and discreetly dash to the most out of the way bathroom in the house. Most suburban houses all have a quiet, altogether nondescript bathroom tucked away on the second floor, or in the basement somewhere. This is where you should unleash your holiday cock custard. Now, using your manhood as a vaginal turkey-baster takes...
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101 Reasons Why You're Not Manly
2007-10-16 14:25:00
There's a lot of talk nowadays about the whole nauseating phenomenon of 'metrosexuality' being no longer the 'in' thing to be, and I say good riddance. For too long have we, the common man, been subject to this over-gelled, fake and baked, fendi fanny pack wearing sub-species of man. I am thrilled that the powers that be have put an end to this scourge upon humanity once and for all. Anyone who still insisted on continuing this revolting lifestyle should be clubbed like a seal. If you or someone you love is trying to wane themselves off this overtly feminine lifestyle fad, have no fear. Old Dirty Blog is proud to present to you a checklist that will help you overcome this brash sissiness, and bring back the manly cock-swinging sex commando that lies in all of us (well, almost all of us). 101 Reasons Why You're Not Manly : 101. After sex, you want to talk about your feelings, not quietly reminisce about how badly you just violated that poor girl. 100. You eat asparagus ...

Blow a Load in her troposphere! Join the Mile High Club!
2007-10-12 09:57:00
This is really a long awaited blog for this site, and I bring it to you after preforming some exhausting research. Readers kept asking me why not blog about joining the mile high club? for weeks. But, I'll admit, I had never shagged anyone but good old Palmela Handerson while flying through the friendly skies before- until recently. I decided to go perform some research and analysis before I broached such topics. So, I took a week off from work and bought some of the cheapest airline tickets available. After taking a couple of red-eyes to Minneapolis and other god-forsaken places, I didn't even find a passenger worth sticking in a upright, locked position. I realized then the first important lesson of attempting to join the mile high club: you need to be headed to a babe-heavy destination. So, I boarded an evening flight from Chicago to Orlando. Once I arrived at O'hare international and got to my gate, I saw a slammin young lass wearing a mini skirt who looked like she w...
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A Horrific Night at Amherst
2007-10-10 17:54:00
Usually ODB is a place to read about deviant sexual acts that should land me on a nation wide blacklist for all college girls to read. However, I absolutely have to recount the events of my weekend at Umass Amherst. A high school friend D-Mac was heading back to his alma mater to booze for a halfway to St. Patrick's Day celebration at one of the local college bars. The plan is get loaded at the Umass bars on Friday night then return the next morning for and all day drink-a-thon at this one bar McMurphy's. He tells me it'll be a bastion of loose women, free shots and possible arrest. I'm emphatically in. I, D-Mac and his buddy Droopy set sail for Umass while putting down brass monkey's in the car. (For those who don't know, to make a brass monkey you get a 40 of malt liquor, drink about 8 ounces, and fill the remainder with orange juice. It's delicious). We arrive in Amherst, a true college town, check into our motel room, put down a few beers and take off for McMu...
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Superman Soars Over NYC
2007-09-28 12:34:00
This is one of my more regrettable tales, and, I sadly admit, it did not happen very long ago. My ability to consume monstrous amounts of fire water like I did almost nightly in college was tested recently when my buddy Brett and I decided it was a swell idea to go bar hopping in Manhattan. After a few not so great places filled with boisterous, overly perky glamazon chicks (see, Stuck up chicks piss me off) we came upon a tiny hole in the wall crapbox that advertised 25 cent beers. It was like Manna from heaven. This nasty, watered down sludge actually didn't taste so bad after I had invested $2.75 (do the math). It was a very dark bar filled with highly questionable people. Since I only concentrated on pouring booze down my throat like prohibition was imminent, I did not get a good look at who else was in the bar other than Brett, who was equally as sloshed. What I'm trying to say here is, I had beer goggles that were about as thick as double plated glass, and things were ab...
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Tag Team's Back Again
2007-09-25 12:34:00
Sure, there's no better feeling than dropping your awesome sauce on two chicks at a time, but who's to say that teaming up with a buddy to take some lucky lady to Paris can't be just as much fun? Some guys will try to tell you that any kind of sexual activity that involves another guy in the room is intrinsically gay. Well I say if two buddies can't cross swords with one another while tearing into some young cum queen then what the hell are we doing here in the first place? Seriously, you'd use a urinal after your buddy so why not a slam hole? It's just like a urinal, except smaller, tighter, wetter and you don't pee in it (unless you've got something going on that is beyond the limits of even this blog). Whereas working a two girl three-way can require a great deal of cunning, doubling up on unsuspecting female prey can be quite simple. My most memorable tag team experience took place in the winter/spring of '04. Anyone who parties enough knows that the most ridic...
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Daring Diving-Board Disaster
2007-09-20 15:33:00
I was in Pennsylvania to see a Phish concert once. The venue was somewhere between a cow pasture and the edge of the freakin’ planet. I'm talking about a barren wasteland of pastures, rolling hills, and inbred people are far as the eye could see. For some reason, Phish had decided to invite thousands of horny, scantily clad people pumped full of psychedelics to this god-forsaken place to hold a concert. I was all over it like Dr. Phil in a room filled with under aged Thai schoolchildren. My buddies and I camped out, and got horribly intoxicated before the show began. I'm talking 5-alarm Betty Ford blasted here. I don't much remember the concert, but I do remember meeting this absurdly busty girl named Star who liked looking at me. Star was evidently a local girl who had few life goals other than abusing substances and watching Phish. She ranged in age anywhere from 18 to 25, and the sheer girth of her fun bags ranged anywhere from ginormous to unbelievably colossal ...
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Homemade Pornography: A True Art Form
2007-09-19 17:34:00
Of all the developments of the 20th century pornography has to be among the greatest. No matter what our individual beliefs or values may be, all red-blooded American males share an admiration for fornicating folk heroes like John Holmes, Peter North and Long Dong Silver. Sure, maybe I don't have a 13 inch dong that I look at in the mirror while muttering inspirational slogans to myself, but why shouldn't I be able to videotape some lucky girl slurping down a bowl of my man chowder? With many of today's slutty stars already adhering to this trend (Paris, Pam Anderson, the chick from that reality show and soon to be Brittany ) it is much easier these days to get your woman to agree to this. A few years back I brought the idea up to my then girlfriend (from the threesome blog) and she loved it. We brought the camera over to my place, performed some of the worst acting this side of any Keaneau Reeves film, kissed, licked, sucked and hammered away at each other until I was...
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The Hat Trick: 3 Chicks In 24 Hours
2007-09-14 11:52:00
As a youth, I remember idolizing guys like Gordie Howe, Wayne Gretzky and Mark Messier (even though my dad always told me Messier was a turtleneck wearing pole smoker). Above all things, one of the great spectacles that all three men accomplished fairly easily was the hat-trick, or scoring 3 goals in one game. People are so in love with the concept of hitting pay dirt three times in one night that when it happens, everyone throws their sweaty, dandruff filled hats onto the ice in celebration. I don't how that stupid tradition caught on, but it probably came from Canada. Go figure. I'm here to tell you, however, that hat tricks are not simply reserved for hockey superstars to pull off. Guys like you and me can pull off our own special kind of hat trick, that is just as difficult probably requires more skill and precision that slipping three pucks past the goalie in one night. In the world the rest of us occupy, you can accomplish a hat trick by engaging in dirty, raunchy sex wit...
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Get Well soon...
2007-09-13 16:47:00
A friend of mine was in the hospital, so another friend of mine made this to cheer him up. So instead of sending him some cheesy ballons, I posted it here on Old Dirty Blog. Get well soon bud....
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Britney Spears, Please Be In My Movie!
2007-09-13 12:28:00
Dear Britney , After seeing your dazzling, artistically stunning performance at the Video Music Awards this weekend, and being stunned by the tautness of your body and voluptuousness of our bosom, I started thinking about you...sexually. But, by the time I had gotten halfway through zonking the zebra, all of the reviewers instantaneously began talking about how poorly you performed, and how a gerbil with head trauma could have put on a better act than you. As a lifetime fan of yours, I was shocked, and appalled by this. From the looks of things, it may be looking like you might be in need of some work. Evidently one sub-par outing, and now no one wants to hire you. I know you've got children to support, and, with your families best interest in mind, I'd like to offer you some work. You see, I am a young independent movie-maker and actor. I produce films that, while adult in nature, are sophisticated works of art. I can really see you excelling in one of my films, and thusly...
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You Look Like A Fool If She's Stll In High School
2007-09-06 13:40:00
While I give my two-thumbed approval of everything from anal sodomy to depraved orgies to banging your girlfriend’s mom, I think that it's about time I actually take an aggressive stance against something. This is a popular, en vogue sex practice that, for some reason, I just can't wrap my head around- and that's cradle robbing . So that this doesn't become some kind of Megan's Law sob story, I am specifically targeting guys in the mid to late twenties who think it’s a solid idea to slap it around with high school chicks. You know, girls who, on a daily basis are enjoying things like study hall, pep band, and are members of the prom committee. Why certain guys are moved to spackle underdeveloped cooch with seasoned, college graduate-aged cock sauce is simply beyond me. I understand it's thrilling to do something bad. Masturbating in the bathroom at work is bad. Even the Kansas City Doggystyle Shuffle or railing your boss’s daughter on his desk is bad...
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Pork Her While Watching Pig Skin This Sunday
2007-09-05 12:49:00
This Sunday , one of America's great traditions will return, and men everywhere will rejoice. After five long weeks of annoying, anti-climactic pre-season games, the NFL is finally back, and will present a full docket of gridiron glory for our collective enjoyment every Sunday- which, to any full-blooded American male, is a day reserved for drinking and mirth. Oftentimes, however, your girl wants nothing to do with football. Be it estrogen or ignorance, it's hard to get them into the bone-crushing, awe-inspiring ritual that you love so dearly. Oftentimes, she'd rather spend her Sunday shopping, or baking things. How do you remedy this problem? It's simple. Promise to pound her box all Sunday afternoon. It can be done without missing a moment of pigskin action, and you can trust me since I’m an expert at this. Bringing this coed over for some football will probably pay off as soon as she walks in the door. Tell her to dress “really casual , and hopefully she'll s...
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Jerk It On The Can While You're Working For The Man
2007-09-04 12:04:00
While finding an unsavory woman to satisfy your sick urges is always the best option, launching your man rocket manually is a favorite activity of all true males. In fact, one of the defining moments in the life of a young man is that day he grabs a hold of his junk and starts pumping away like the apocalypse is eminent; but right ahead of that is the day when it all finally comes to fruition. You're blasting away, you get this weird feeling and next thing you know you're trying to clean off the couch before your mom gets home from church. It is this day when all other aspects of a young man's life become secondary to basting some harlot with your man gravy, or simply going to your closet and getting the job done yourself. No matter how much loose ass I may score in a given week I always like to take matters into my own hands on an everyday basis. This is easy when I'm at home, as the internet has given us a bastion of filth on which we can feed daily, and it's not hard...
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Stuck Up Girls Piss Me Off
2007-08-31 16:38:00
Sadly, the worst epidemic so strike America since smallpox is not being dealt with by politicians, scientists, or Dr. Phil. In fact, it's being completely ignored by all of these similarly ass-backwards folk. They're spread about or urban and sub-urban centers like dick rash, and, just like dick rash, they spread very quickly when encouraged to do so. I’m here to set the record straight. Stuck up, prissy, annoying, glammed-out Nicole Riche wannabes are everywhere nowadays, and it’s usually a complete disaster running into whores like these. Especially after you’ve downed a bottle of Johnny Black, or as I like to call it, balls in a bottle. While it's kind of fun to poke fun at their Gucci bag sporting, tight, valour sweatpants wearing, gibbon physiqued ways, it's a down right horror when you encounter them in a social situation. Not only do they not socialize with anyone out of their own small gaggle fellow prissy princesses, but they partake in a bizarre ri...
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If You Took Her To Prom, Why Not Bang Her Mom?
2007-08-27 22:03:00
There are many accomplishments in life that deserve a great deal of celebration. Birthday's, graduations and the first time you hit the wall with your own rocket sauce are all reasons for great joy and mirth amongst you, and others. But all of these events pale in comparison to dumping a quart of child paste into your girl's loose mother. Yes, its exceedingly dastardly to place your meat rocket into the trap that bore the girl you've been shagging- and yes, unless your girl takes kinky to a whole new level, she'll probably never speak to you again- but think of it this way- you will have a story that will one up any and all perverted sex tales your buddies can ever conjure up. I don't care if your cousin climbed Everest naked, you can easily put them in their place by mentioning that you banged your ex-girlfriends mom. Now, how do you do this, you ask? It's not easy. First, you need to pick a target. Most of the time, girls will inevitably grow up to resemble their mothe...
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She'll Ride You Harder If She Thinks You Know Nick Carter
2007-08-21 12:30:00
Whoever said honesty is always the best policy obviously never picked up sluts at a bar. Lying to drunken girls in the hopes that they'll show you a wider spread than a Colts - Raiders game is a right of passage for American males. But if you're going to attempt to get some hottie to spit on your man meat, then you need to know what you're doing. My many years of not-so-honest interaction with women has taught me all the do's and don'ts of the lying game. First off, if you're going to lie go all out. Don't just say you're a lawyer; tell her you got Craig T. Nelson off for a double murder. There's a fundamental rule when it comes to lying to sluts: the bigger the lie the more they’ll put out. One of my favorite moves is to tell a few girls at a bar or a house party that I'm the assistant producer for Entourage (any popular show will do). After a couple of minutes of yapping to this slut, a friend of mine will come over and casually ask Hey Brian, how's Ento...
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