Since I'm not able to help out much here in this halfway house/homeless place Meagan my social worker has stashed me I've been cruising the internets with the computer here when I'm not watching UFC and wressling.
Found out that my favorite author Lori Anne Carrington has another book coming out soon!! Squeeeeeeeeeal!!! I found out through looking at some stupid site people write books on, nanowrimo.org Turns out there are tons of mean jellus heifers there that are accusing L. Anne of cheating by writing ten thousand words a day on her new book. They are trying to sasys that she wrote it earlier and uploaded bits pof it everyay ayd day (sorry, I spilted Fanta on the keyb oard and the letters are stickinng now!)
There is no whay that is true! L.Anne Carrington is a classyu full-figureds beauty and writter of Integgratea! She would no more cheat than eat offa some celebrities plate at one of the big swanky to-doos she attends as an expert on wressling.
They are just bitter jellus skeleton whores!!
You keepe on writting L. Anne!
Friday, March 1, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
L Anne Carrington Romance Books!
While I'm killing time at this halfway house my social worker Meagan has me stashed at I got a gift from some nice lady what works with the poor fat uneducated criminal disabled people. She's from one of the local country clubs. She gave me a Kindle. Okay, so it's an older Kindle ereader type thing. She gave it to me because I said I liked to read and the only reading material in this place are Bibles and Guidepost Magazines. Nothing exciting.
The ereader had about a dozen books on it already and she give me a gift card for twenty bucks since I can't work and my Hoverround makes it impossible for me to help out here while I'm waiting for permanent housing. I hope I get it soon because the food served around here is sort of like jail food. Lots of baloney, noodles, tuna and peanut butter. But you can eat as much as you want.
After another baloney sandwish and chips I decided to hang out in my room and fire up this ereader thingie and download some of those wrestling romantical books by L. Anne Carrington also known as Lori Anne Dennick. She writes so purty and it makes me all hot and bothered.
But when I went to Amazone and spelled out Wrasslin' Romance Novels there were a ton of them and I had to search hard to see hers cuz they were down at the bottom of the list. How did that happen? I don't get it at all! Someone needs to start a pattision! It ain't fair!
The ereader had about a dozen books on it already and she give me a gift card for twenty bucks since I can't work and my Hoverround makes it impossible for me to help out here while I'm waiting for permanent housing. I hope I get it soon because the food served around here is sort of like jail food. Lots of baloney, noodles, tuna and peanut butter. But you can eat as much as you want.
After another baloney sandwish and chips I decided to hang out in my room and fire up this ereader thingie and download some of those wrestling romantical books by L. Anne Carrington also known as Lori Anne Dennick. She writes so purty and it makes me all hot and bothered.
But when I went to Amazone and spelled out Wrasslin' Romance Novels there were a ton of them and I had to search hard to see hers cuz they were down at the bottom of the list. How did that happen? I don't get it at all! Someone needs to start a pattision! It ain't fair!
Monday, February 25, 2013
I Has A Sad!
I knows, I knows, I been gone a long ass time now.. most of a year.
It's been a doozy of a year.
I got the terrible runs right after Jacky left and I hot footted it over to the Piggly Wiggly on the corner after watching some teevee. The pharmasist gave me all sorts of suggestions for getting my dieahreeha...err, dierearreeda... hmmm, the shits stopped.
Nothing he told me worked. So I had to charge my Hoverround up to full battery and get on over to the Rite Aide. The guy there told me something different, sold me some different pills and sent me on my way. It was slow going getting there and getting back because my runs were so bad I had to pad the seat of the Hoverround with towels incase I leaked or got the uncontrolable shits again. I guess I should lay off those deep fried jalepenos because it started right after I had two boxes of them.
As I was motoring across the shopping center parking lot this hot guy approached me. He handed me some papers, a pamplet and all sorts of shit talking about the end of the world and who would be saved. He was the hottest bald man I ever did see. He wore a white robe, Jesus sandals and big black aviator sunglasses. He was from a religious organization called the Solstice Inquisitors Softened Sufferers of Yesteryears Soldiers, or SISSYS for short.
I didn't know what SISSYS did but this fellow was so swanky and promising of a better life that I found myself drawn in. He told me that once all the SISSYS beam up to the space ship and land on the planet of Outer Solstistine they would need good strong breeders like me to repopulate the joint. He promised me that I would be revered and loved by the SISSYS and I could start contributing right now.
Things around my part of the planeet ain't been so great, so I decided to go with him. Go home just long enough to pack a suitcase and come right back. They would take care of me and, to boot, I'd get some good hot lovin' to help make more SISSYS.
Got packed and high tailed right back to the parking lot. By this time a big black van with dark tinted windows showed up with a few other hunky dudes wearing robes with shaved heads. They picked me and my Hoverround up and tossed us into the back of the van and I was on my way to a new life.
It was full assed darkness by the time we got to the SISSYS compound. Looked like a big warehouse in the middle of nowhere. It was and it was divided into cubicles for living and big open spaces for activities, like worship and orgies. The next morning they shaved my head and I was issued my very own SISSYS robe. Thankfully my runs had stopped so I didn't ruin the robe with my shit.
Kept asking them when the next orgy was only to be told it would would be on the next solstice, not a moment before and The Leader would decide who got schtupped and who didn't.
I kept trying to flirt with the guys but no one paid no mind. It was like they was robots are something. Started thinking that this sucked after I realized there were a ton of skeleton whores there too but I couldn't leave. The Leader locked us in and I'd signed away my SSI payments to SISSYS. Every time I'd make noises about leaving I'd have to spend a couple of days in the Reflection Room, listening to round the clock taped sermonds by The Leader and being deprived of anything to eat or drink. I was positively faintified by the end of the Reflection sessions and would say anything just to get some small scrap of bean porrige we lived on.
Finally! The Solstice came and the orgy was scheduled. My lady parts were throbbing with anticipation, at least till I got a load of the official Orgy List posted on the wall. My name weren't on it! I was assigned to watch the kids during the orgy. I fumed and sat around with a couple of dozen brats while the skeleton whores were getting the sex I shoulda been having.
This went on again and again and again till I couldn't take no more. I kept looking for a chance to escape but it just never came. I didn't come either.
Finally I just decided to ditch a few minutes into the Solstice Orgy, left the disgusting snot nosed brats by themselves and squoze myself and my Hoverround out of the garbage chute and out onto the blacktop before running my ride at full speed down the lonesome highway. Once I got to a payphone I called my old social worker Meagan. She come and got me. All of this took place before the end of the four hour orgy. I spent a couple of nights in a homeless shelter before Meagan helped me get set up again on my own.
Cross my heart and swear to Jesus that I will never go off with a hot guy whho wants me to join his cult ever again. Been so long since I've had good loving I'm revirginized again. I did lose 40 pounds on the bean gruel at the place.
It's been a doozy of a year.
I got the terrible runs right after Jacky left and I hot footted it over to the Piggly Wiggly on the corner after watching some teevee. The pharmasist gave me all sorts of suggestions for getting my dieahreeha...err, dierearreeda... hmmm, the shits stopped.
Nothing he told me worked. So I had to charge my Hoverround up to full battery and get on over to the Rite Aide. The guy there told me something different, sold me some different pills and sent me on my way. It was slow going getting there and getting back because my runs were so bad I had to pad the seat of the Hoverround with towels incase I leaked or got the uncontrolable shits again. I guess I should lay off those deep fried jalepenos because it started right after I had two boxes of them.
As I was motoring across the shopping center parking lot this hot guy approached me. He handed me some papers, a pamplet and all sorts of shit talking about the end of the world and who would be saved. He was the hottest bald man I ever did see. He wore a white robe, Jesus sandals and big black aviator sunglasses. He was from a religious organization called the Solstice Inquisitors Softened Sufferers of Yesteryears Soldiers, or SISSYS for short.
I didn't know what SISSYS did but this fellow was so swanky and promising of a better life that I found myself drawn in. He told me that once all the SISSYS beam up to the space ship and land on the planet of Outer Solstistine they would need good strong breeders like me to repopulate the joint. He promised me that I would be revered and loved by the SISSYS and I could start contributing right now.
Things around my part of the planeet ain't been so great, so I decided to go with him. Go home just long enough to pack a suitcase and come right back. They would take care of me and, to boot, I'd get some good hot lovin' to help make more SISSYS.
Got packed and high tailed right back to the parking lot. By this time a big black van with dark tinted windows showed up with a few other hunky dudes wearing robes with shaved heads. They picked me and my Hoverround up and tossed us into the back of the van and I was on my way to a new life.
It was full assed darkness by the time we got to the SISSYS compound. Looked like a big warehouse in the middle of nowhere. It was and it was divided into cubicles for living and big open spaces for activities, like worship and orgies. The next morning they shaved my head and I was issued my very own SISSYS robe. Thankfully my runs had stopped so I didn't ruin the robe with my shit.
Kept asking them when the next orgy was only to be told it would would be on the next solstice, not a moment before and The Leader would decide who got schtupped and who didn't.
I kept trying to flirt with the guys but no one paid no mind. It was like they was robots are something. Started thinking that this sucked after I realized there were a ton of skeleton whores there too but I couldn't leave. The Leader locked us in and I'd signed away my SSI payments to SISSYS. Every time I'd make noises about leaving I'd have to spend a couple of days in the Reflection Room, listening to round the clock taped sermonds by The Leader and being deprived of anything to eat or drink. I was positively faintified by the end of the Reflection sessions and would say anything just to get some small scrap of bean porrige we lived on.
Finally! The Solstice came and the orgy was scheduled. My lady parts were throbbing with anticipation, at least till I got a load of the official Orgy List posted on the wall. My name weren't on it! I was assigned to watch the kids during the orgy. I fumed and sat around with a couple of dozen brats while the skeleton whores were getting the sex I shoulda been having.
This went on again and again and again till I couldn't take no more. I kept looking for a chance to escape but it just never came. I didn't come either.
Finally I just decided to ditch a few minutes into the Solstice Orgy, left the disgusting snot nosed brats by themselves and squoze myself and my Hoverround out of the garbage chute and out onto the blacktop before running my ride at full speed down the lonesome highway. Once I got to a payphone I called my old social worker Meagan. She come and got me. All of this took place before the end of the four hour orgy. I spent a couple of nights in a homeless shelter before Meagan helped me get set up again on my own.
Cross my heart and swear to Jesus that I will never go off with a hot guy whho wants me to join his cult ever again. Been so long since I've had good loving I'm revirginized again. I did lose 40 pounds on the bean gruel at the place.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Tacky Jacky & Bowels No Move Part 1
It's been a freaking worl whind. Jacky spent most of her week she was here down at the bar. Several times a night the bar tender would call me up and demand I come get Jacky. The first night I got there and she was atrying to dance, dirty dance, skelton whore strippin right in her Hoverround. Her top was scoooched up over her Playtex Living Bra, showing not only her bra but the age spots and stretch marks on her ta-tas were showing. The barkeep told me she was giving lap dances and putting on a show for free drinks.
That's kinda how it went all week. Jacky would sleep till almost supper time before getting all gussied up and driving her Hoverround to one of the bars and I'd get the late night call. Coupla times the cops brought her to me, insisting I keep her inside with her clothes on, no more bars! I told them I could no more control her than you can make a man do what you wanted in bed.
Finally, the day came when I could load Jacky back on the bus to Oklahoma. The night before she left we almost got into a fist fight because I got another call to come gets her from the bar. I got there and I saw her rubbing up against Eddie like a tramp with an ichy boil on her ass. My Eddie~! My Angel!!!!!!!! Bewfore I knew how it happened I was up on her like a hongry tiger up on a pound of ground round.. Eddie tried to get mee offa her by saying, "Ladies, ladies, ain't no reason to fight, there's enough of the Eddstir to go around." Now that really set me off! Eddie had to walk between us all the way home to keep me from wailing on her ass.
By the time I got home after dropping Jacky at the bus station and making sure she got on board I started feeling poorly and it went downhill from there...
Part 2 later after I finish drooling ovah Steve Kroft on Sixty Sexy Minutes...
That's kinda how it went all week. Jacky would sleep till almost supper time before getting all gussied up and driving her Hoverround to one of the bars and I'd get the late night call. Coupla times the cops brought her to me, insisting I keep her inside with her clothes on, no more bars! I told them I could no more control her than you can make a man do what you wanted in bed.
Finally, the day came when I could load Jacky back on the bus to Oklahoma. The night before she left we almost got into a fist fight because I got another call to come gets her from the bar. I got there and I saw her rubbing up against Eddie like a tramp with an ichy boil on her ass. My Eddie~! My Angel!!!!!!!! Bewfore I knew how it happened I was up on her like a hongry tiger up on a pound of ground round.. Eddie tried to get mee offa her by saying, "Ladies, ladies, ain't no reason to fight, there's enough of the Eddstir to go around." Now that really set me off! Eddie had to walk between us all the way home to keep me from wailing on her ass.
By the time I got home after dropping Jacky at the bus station and making sure she got on board I started feeling poorly and it went downhill from there...
Part 2 later after I finish drooling ovah Steve Kroft on Sixty Sexy Minutes...
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Guests & Friends Stink!
It was aokay I got asked to go home because I had to get ready for my friend Jacky to visit. Jacky and I knew each other from the Sleep Apnea boards and we've been chatting up a storm for months and months. Jacky, like me, is a big beautiful woman and she took Greyhound to me home here from her home in Oklahoma.
She'd saved enough money to take the bus here and then the city bus to my apartment. I was almost ashamed for her to see the place I'm at cuz' it's filled with weirdos, sex offenders and perverts plus my apartment isn't as nice as the last one was. But she seemed like she didn't mind.
Jacky got here yesterday late at night. We sat up and giggled and drank the swankiest of beers before going to bed in the wee hours. She bedded down on my new swanky sofa with the fold out bed.
Now this morning when I got up I noticed Jacky had packed up her suitcase and put it by the front door. She was sitting in her Rascal dressed fancy. I had to asked her what was up because she was supposed to stay the whoel week, not just one part of a day. Jacky tells me in a snotty skeleton whore stuck up tone that surely I did not expect her to stay here with me the entire week. She'd told her servantskeepers at the disabled facility that she was visiting me but really she was coming to my town to meet up with her internet boyfriend from the World of Warcraft game. I. Got. Used. For. A. BOOTYCALL!!! How unswanky!
We didn't speak the rest of the morning. I grunted my disapproval when she asked me to pass the sugar bowl and she sat drinking her coffeee ignoring me till he arrived.
This huge handsome muscular man of another raise showed up, came in, took one look at Jacky with her permed puff of thin hair, burgandy pants suit and Rascal and shouted, "Ah Hell Naw!!" and RAN! I don't know what he thought Jacky looked like but it must not have been what he expected. As he was running down the apartment complex hallway Jacky took off after him like she was in the Indy 500, cranking that gear box to 11 chasing that man.
Eventually she came back and blamed her online boyfriend's flight on me. ME? Said I scared him off by looking like fat Betty White on crack. As if!
We've been squabbling every since and Jacky's return ticket isn't until next weekend. So I'm stuck with her now. Right now she's out, she rode her Rascal down to the bar down the road and was muttering something about getting a bus to the Indian Casino. I don't know.
She'd saved enough money to take the bus here and then the city bus to my apartment. I was almost ashamed for her to see the place I'm at cuz' it's filled with weirdos, sex offenders and perverts plus my apartment isn't as nice as the last one was. But she seemed like she didn't mind.
Jacky got here yesterday late at night. We sat up and giggled and drank the swankiest of beers before going to bed in the wee hours. She bedded down on my new swanky sofa with the fold out bed.
Now this morning when I got up I noticed Jacky had packed up her suitcase and put it by the front door. She was sitting in her Rascal dressed fancy. I had to asked her what was up because she was supposed to stay the whoel week, not just one part of a day. Jacky tells me in a snotty skeleton whore stuck up tone that surely I did not expect her to stay here with me the entire week. She'd told her servants
We didn't speak the rest of the morning. I grunted my disapproval when she asked me to pass the sugar bowl and she sat drinking her coffeee ignoring me till he arrived.
This huge handsome muscular man of another raise showed up, came in, took one look at Jacky with her permed puff of thin hair, burgandy pants suit and Rascal and shouted, "Ah Hell Naw!!" and RAN! I don't know what he thought Jacky looked like but it must not have been what he expected. As he was running down the apartment complex hallway Jacky took off after him like she was in the Indy 500, cranking that gear box to 11 chasing that man.
Eventually she came back and blamed her online boyfriend's flight on me. ME? Said I scared him off by looking like fat Betty White on crack. As if!
We've been squabbling every since and Jacky's return ticket isn't until next weekend. So I'm stuck with her now. Right now she's out, she rode her Rascal down to the bar down the road and was muttering something about getting a bus to the Indian Casino. I don't know.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
18 Wheels!
I could not believe it but yesterday after the crew came back for lunch the supervisor pulled me aside and told me to go home. He fired me from my canteen duty! He tried to say I was eating too much of the supplies and some of the acktual workers was going hungery.
As if! I'm too swanky to be stealing and eating baloney sammishes and potato chips! Just as well as it was boring as hell most of the time. At least now I can stay inside in the air conditioning and watch my stories.
So I rode my Rascal away from the work site, towards the apartments. It was a long trek but before I knew it a nice truck driver stopped to give me a ride, in more ways than one! AND he let me order whatever I wanted at Burger Queen afterwards!
He pulled up next to me as I rode home. I could see right away he was all romanical by the way he held his dildo and waved it in the air. He had a sticker on the window of his truck that sayd "Shoe Me Your Boobs" So I did. Strapped my Rascal on the back with his rubber chilcken. I rode him, he rode me. By the time he dropped me off at my apartment I was sore and bowlegged. I got beard burn on my boobies too. Filled up in all ways including my stomach.
Getting so much hot action lately that I have no need to read any of L Anne Carrington's stupid stolen porn she published in those Cougars and Studs books of hers. Why read stuff lifted from other porn by other people when you can live it!
As if! I'm too swanky to be stealing and eating baloney sammishes and potato chips! Just as well as it was boring as hell most of the time. At least now I can stay inside in the air conditioning and watch my stories.
So I rode my Rascal away from the work site, towards the apartments. It was a long trek but before I knew it a nice truck driver stopped to give me a ride, in more ways than one! AND he let me order whatever I wanted at Burger Queen afterwards!
He pulled up next to me as I rode home. I could see right away he was all romanical by the way he held his dildo and waved it in the air. He had a sticker on the window of his truck that sayd "Shoe Me Your Boobs" So I did. Strapped my Rascal on the back with his rubber chilcken. I rode him, he rode me. By the time he dropped me off at my apartment I was sore and bowlegged. I got beard burn on my boobies too. Filled up in all ways including my stomach.
Getting so much hot action lately that I have no need to read any of L Anne Carrington's stupid stolen porn she published in those Cougars and Studs books of hers. Why read stuff lifted from other porn by other people when you can live it!
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Storms, Gardening and Loving
Sorry dear readerss I haven't been around. Some nimrod do-gooder at the halfway house for sex offenders, ehh, my new apartment complex decided that we all should pay society back by beautifying picking up trash along the scenic roadways in our town.
That was immmmediate a problem for mes because I'm in a Rascal because of my back, my knees, my hearing, my butt, my legs and all the other parts that ain't working right. I can't be picking up nothing, lifing nothing or planting nothing.
So's they made me be the canteen person. Every day when we go out I get deposited at a central location with the canteen and have 'ta make up so many samwiches, iced tea, dole out chips and sides plus maintain the drinks supply. I gets this done in a hurry, parks my self in the shade and read.
It's pretty boring and I'm alone out there most of the day. But sometimes it is most fulfilling. And profitableish. Take day before yesterday, there I was wearing my sexiest shorts and a t-shirt proclaiming me a volunteeersex offender taking part in the road beautifucation thing. This truck rolls up with this hot stud driving it. He looked about 50-60, with sliver hair, mustache, etc, impressive mountain of hot man meat. He stares at me and my 56ZZZ boobs before driving off, turning his truck around and parking right behind the canteen.
Turns out he wanted me, offered me five whole bucks to give him a blowjob in the bushes. Oh, I gave me that and more! I rode him like he was a bad bad pony AND I had enough moolah afterwards to get a couple of boxes of Little Debbie Cakes and some Cokes.
A week before that it had been so hot outside that after I got the sammwiches made up I climbed down to a nearby creek and went skinny dipping. As I paddled about this hot guy came up, leaning on his walker, stripped off and joined me. We swam and then fucked in the water like a couple of horny trout. He gave me three bucks for the trouble!
So by the time I get home now I'm exhausnted, worn out and haven't had much enthusiam from the computer. I flop into bed and dream about having fun with more hot horny studs out there by the side of the road.
For bonus points I do believe between the heat and the L Anne like action I'm starting to lose weight!
That was immmmediate a problem for mes because I'm in a Rascal because of my back, my knees, my hearing, my butt, my legs and all the other parts that ain't working right. I can't be picking up nothing, lifing nothing or planting nothing.
So's they made me be the canteen person. Every day when we go out I get deposited at a central location with the canteen and have 'ta make up so many samwiches, iced tea, dole out chips and sides plus maintain the drinks supply. I gets this done in a hurry, parks my self in the shade and read.
It's pretty boring and I'm alone out there most of the day. But sometimes it is most fulfilling. And profitableish. Take day before yesterday, there I was wearing my sexiest shorts and a t-shirt proclaiming me a volunteeer
Turns out he wanted me, offered me five whole bucks to give him a blowjob in the bushes. Oh, I gave me that and more! I rode him like he was a bad bad pony AND I had enough moolah afterwards to get a couple of boxes of Little Debbie Cakes and some Cokes.
A week before that it had been so hot outside that after I got the sammwiches made up I climbed down to a nearby creek and went skinny dipping. As I paddled about this hot guy came up, leaning on his walker, stripped off and joined me. We swam and then fucked in the water like a couple of horny trout. He gave me three bucks for the trouble!
So by the time I get home now I'm exhausnted, worn out and haven't had much enthusiam from the computer. I flop into bed and dream about having fun with more hot horny studs out there by the side of the road.
For bonus points I do believe between the heat and the L Anne like action I'm starting to lose weight!
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