Topic: Big Guys be stealing my bucket! (Read 2482 times)

holly shit hahahahahaha man you are kind of a freak, and the funnier thing is that you admit this on public... I guess this was just a joke I didn't get hahahahah

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Nice, but I think I read this on the forum sometime back as well. Is it a repost

Wau this is great....by the way guys...I originally started it by saying


"If you're still reading this:  My troll bait is Potent!"


I am in guffaws that I caught such a troll so early on  


Yes Joe I sent that because I liked your quote and thought the missing end quote took away from the epic-ness of it.  When you questioned why on earth I wasted the effort to pm you this...I figured at that point it was a lost cause to explain it as I would be wasting effort on a trivial grammar oversight.

OMG hahahahah  That's some funny shit dude

I worked in a photo lab when I was in college. This was back before digital cameras were in wide use. People would take photos at college parties and drop them off for one hour development.

Most of the photos were pretty boring. A group of guys or girls posing, obviously drunk. Beer cans, Solo cups. A couple bongs. And the occasional topless girl or someone puking. Nothing too unexpected.

But there was one guy that came in on a regular basis. His photos were always hardcore pornography. Spread eagle shots, blowjobs, facials. Gaping vaginas and assholes. I fucking loved printing this guy's stuff and put extra effort into getting the color balance and exposure just right. It got so that he'd ask for me every time he dropped film off.

He started showing up to the shop with a girl on his arm. The same one every time. He called her Amber, though I suspect that wasn't her real name. Let's just say that I already knew Amber more intimately than did her gynecologist. Nearly all the photos coming in at this point from this guy were of Amber.

As time went on, the photos got more and more extreme. At first, it was just her getting fucked or spreading her ass open. Pretty soon, a dick shoved down her throat and tears streaming down her face, her heavily-applied mascara smeared in an almost comical fashion. I printed one of these for my own pleasure and added the caption "Harlequin."

Pretty soon, it appeared, my favorite customer got involved in hardcore BDSM. Photos of Amber tied to the floor, helpless. Butt plugs that appeared to increase in size every time he came in. Clothespins on her nipples, down the backs of her arms. She still had bruising from these when I saw her once. She saw me admiring her love marks and gave me an almost demure wink.

Fisting. Double fisting. Gapes so large it looked like she just shit a watermelon. And then started the erotic knife play. Photos of Amber with a knife to her throat, red marks on her skin, then small cuts. Tears still streaming down her face. And every time I'd admire a scar when I saw her in person, she'd smile at me and whisper knowingly to my favorite photographer.

I graduated before I got to see where all this was going. Every time this couple would come in, I'd find myself furiously masturbating in the back room of the photo lab. She ruined me for other women. Sweet, innocent college girls would show me their tits or go down on me. But it was never quite enough. I dreamed of the horrible things I could do to a girl. I dreamed of my own Amber.

To this day, I don't think I'll ever be satisfied that I've found The One until I can reach inside her through her anus and feel her intestines moving her waste rhythmically, romantically, through her body. I don't think I can be happy until I can crawl inside her digestive system and hide from the world.

But isn't that ultimately what we all want? To find someone that we care about so dearly that the rest of the world doesn't matter?

It's a lot more punctuation than that ...

It's missing a period, too. -And a cold-ass lil comma.

Zora Neale Hurston?

Ummm you are the same Frankenmint who sent me a PM to tell me I was missing a " in my sig.


Your sanity is in question with me.

 

Holy cow! Serious? Sounds like a bored mod.

Does anyone speak jive on this plane?

"Kudasay can't hang!"

Thats the funny thing....I didnt write it like this...Mine was very clear and literally within minutes a moderator muffed it up royally so now the lesser intelligent folks are like wtf crack was he smokin on??