WTF is this guy on, anyway???




















Ok...Im not going to lie. I have been fucking itching to write something about this so-called occupation that has been sweeping over the nation. The problem I have been running into is I don’t know what to fucking write about! I don’t know if I should touch upon the overall stupidity of a protest that doesnt have any effect on those being protested against, or actually talk about the problem (which the protestors couldnt be any further from addressing, btw). The problem with talking about the problem is that its one hell of a problem. Im not sure if I can do it justice in one sitting. To start some shit like that and not finish it is definitely not being part of the solution, and if you’re not part of the solution? Yeah...you know the rest.


So, that leaves the protestors. Great. Where to begin with this fucking who-haw? Why don’t we begin with their math and go from there? They say that it’s all about the 1%. The 1% are evil and must be purged. Because we in the 99% are fucking hungry and homeless and pretty much fucked, so those 1% of Americans who actually do whatever the fuck it is that supposedly makes us Americans in the first place (i.e. work hard, save money, build a life for himself and his family, get a little spot for the mistress, ect...), should foot the bill for the 99% of lazy fuckers out there who don’t want to get up off of their asses and go to work. So the plan is for the 99% of no-job having deadbeats to sit around public parks and whatnot until the haves pony up for the have-nots. Great plan guys!


These protests are never going to work and I will tell you why. First of all, the protestors are pissed off at the wrong people. The 1% didnt do anything wrong. They’re just following the American dream. They also just so happen to be benefitting off of the evil of others, but hey - right time right place, you know? Besides, punishing them is a temporary fix at best, especially since they aren’t the real guilty parties here. Think about it....one percent of the US population is roughly three million souls. There is no fucking way 3,000,000 motherfuckers are runing shit. Its not even possible. It would be a logistical nightmare. And thats not even considering the security implications of keeping three million people to keep their fucking mouths shut about this whole goddamn fiasco, less the lid blow right off this fucking thing!!! Its impossible I tell you.


No...the real number is a lot closer to...I don’t know...eight? What is that? 1% of 1% of 1%? Im not going to name names (exxon mobile, haliburton industries, chevron, fannie mae, general motors, dupont chemical, bank of america), but I think we all know who Im talking about. These corporate conglomerates have been pulling strings in Washington and elsewhere since before there were strings to pull, and they aren’t about to give that up now! Not because a few no-job hippies have decided they would rather camp out in the park than take a shower! Especially since the biggest effect any of these occupations has had on anyone who could effect any actual change has been to have him direct his driver to avoid the park!


Somewhere sometime soon something is bound to break. Im betting it will be the will of the protestors. Before too much longer the majority of the majority will begin to understand the futility of their actions and wander off to find a tree to hug or something else equally as pointless. Their cause has no hope for any kind of cohesiveness as long as they cant even figure out who the right people to be pissed off at are. They are doomed by their own stupidity.


I don’t know if I got my point across or not. What do you think?

Men fucking SUCK!


















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POSTSCRIPT




This next part has nothing to do with the shit you just finished reading, but I thought it was kinda interesting so here it goes. A couple of years ago I met this chick on CL and ended up having this really short-lived fling with her. I really liked her a lot. She was a smart, funny chick, and I was none too happy when she told me she wouldnt be able to continue being friends with me. Apparently her sometimes boyfriend/roommate took offense to me cheating on my wife and literally made her choose between him and me. She picked him and they went on to get married. What the fuck ever...
Melts in your mouth...not in your hands


Anyways, she reached out to me on facebook the other day. I wonder what she wants. I kinda hope she wants to be friends. Believe it or not, Id even be willing to not fuck her if it meant we could be friends (yeah...right. Just who the fuck am I trying to lie to...myself?)!!! LOL I guess we will just have to wait and see...

Twice in one day???



















I have a friend I think I am going to have sex with. Not an old friend or anything like that, but a friend nonetheless, and thats always tricky territory. We have already fooled around a little (I delivered some earth-shattering oral...thank you very much!), so I know the attraction is mutual. Still...going down on someone is a long way away from fucking them (if you dont believe me ask Lori Butler. She can tell you all about it...) and I have the normal pre-sex jitters.


Which honestly is kind of silly since Im always the BOMB the first time I fuck somebody. I dont know what it is...maybe the fact that Im doing it with someone new, but I certainly give it 110%. Later on Im sure my enthusiasm wanes a bit, but thats to be expected. Dont get it twisted...Im still a good lay. But that first time...ooh la la!


So wish me luck. I will be sure to mention what happens. Whatever that happens to be... 

When I say this town sucks, I mean it really sucks!





Once again it appears that Sacramento has its hooks firmly planted in my hide and it has no intention of letting me go anytime soon. Ever since I was a young man I have tried to leave this godforsaken hellhole, but one way or another Sacramento figures out how to draw me back in. Its fucking bullshit.


I have literally tried to move away from here I dont know how many fucking times and here I am. I dont know how to explain it. Its a trip. The first time was in 95 when I left to join the Army. Five months later I was honorably discharged and back home in Del Paso Heights where I started. The last time was 2008, when I fled to San Diego to avoid doing jail time in Sacramento County. Three months later I came back at Christmas for a visit and lost my spot down south. Well...boot strapped out of my spot, anyway (But thats a story for another blog). Its fucking bullshit.


Now this latest incident. I have an opportunity to work in Lake County on the table right now. I used to live in Lake County in the mid 90s and I have always wanted to get back up there. Its almost like Sacramento fucking knows that if I get back up that hill Im going to do everything in my power to make sure I dont end up having to come back down again EVER. As a result any and everything that can go wrong with me getting up there has gone wrong. Its like Im stuck here in the valley, while my money is up there being made by someone else. Its fucking bullshit.


Hopefully, the next time I post a blog it will be from beautiful Clearlake, Ca. But with all the fucking bullshit going around who the fuck can tell?





All in a days twerk…

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I need more e-mail buddies who like to send naked pictures of themselves. I guess it goes without saying that there can never be enough of those. It seems that girls like the one above are getting harder and harder to find these days.

I think my biggest problem is that I havent been applying myself. I need to get in there and make contact with the right kind of girl! I need to get plugged in with some swingers, exhibitionists and escorts who enjoy the idea of sharing themselves with the world. I know they are out there…I just need to look!


U know...there are days when it is really kind of fun 2 be me. Not every day, of course, because that would be the Devil's work. But some days are definitely better than others.

This is especially true on days that I log onto my email and find out one of my friends has decided to send me naked pics! Yippee! Honestly, about the only thingh I like more than a naked woman in my email is a naked woman in my bedroom! 

Now...if I can just figure out how to get these women out of cyberspace and into my reality everything will be just fine...

Sometimes I just do this 2 be doing it, U know?

I don't really know what the hell I'm doing with this blog right now. I do know that I plan 2 make at least 200 posts this year (that's more posts than I have made since I started this blog like five years ago, so it doesn't surprise me that some of U may think I'm being unrealistic), the only question is whether or not I can continue 2 put up a new welcome card at the beginning of every one of them. I don't know if I can or not. But I do intend 2 give it one hell of a try!


The original plan had been 2 take original pics and work the title N2 the picture somehow. U know...write it on her leg or on a piece of paper she is holding or whatever, but until I can make that happen I just have 2 make do with what I have. And what I have is some five-odd years of chicks sending me emails with naked pictures of themselves attached 2 them! I believe it is time 2 make use of these hidden gems!


Its not like I'm doing anything else...

On fat girls, cocaine and my general lack of closet space...

Ive lived in this fucking town for a long time, and in those years I have come 2 learn a thing or two about Sacramento. Early on in life I figured out that it sucks balls here. Big surprise there, huh? As soon as I got old enough and tried 2 leave I found out that nobody ever gets out. Once U live in Sacramento, that's it. Its like there's some gigantic cosmic vortex centered here and once it gets a taste of someone's psychic energy it keeps drawing them back whether they like it or not. Its not just me, dude. Ive heard other people who weren't stoned say the same thing. Its weird.

Another thing that has always been true about this urban paradise of ours is that there is hella fat chicks. WAY more than other places Ive been. It's like two 2 one...not even close. I'll bet U that more than half the bitches who live here are overweight. Just like they do anywhere else, the girls range all the way from packing on a few extra pounds 2 so fucking fat they can't find a bra that fits. But here there is just so many of them! It's like there are herds of fat broads roaming the landscape, stretching as far as the eye can see, just walking around and grazing...getting 2 know people...showing off that new outfit she got at Torrid in the mall (U know, the one that's really 2 small for her fat ass, but she doesn't give a fuck and is going 2 wear it anyways? Yeah, that one...)...getting either sexually frustrated or liberated, depending upon upbringing and environment. Some of them will eventually settle down, of course, and many of the ugly, white ones will spend their late 20s and 30s running around after half-black children (it turns out that black guys don't really give a shit if the bitch is ugly, just so long as she's white). U may not like it, but that don't mean it aint the truth.

But seriously, there are fat chicks everywhere! I'm not kidding. Even the hookers in Sacramento are fat (and thats really a hard sell in a place where so many bitches are just giving the pussy away)! At least our strip clubs have remained relatively fat-free. It could be because the strippers all do cocaine, and its kinda hard 2 pay for coke and food both. U do the math. If U still come down on the side of food, do some cocaine and do the math again. U'll see what I mean.

I never got the whole coke thing. Powder just makes me mad and because Im high on coke at the time it gets me really mad and crack just makes me stupid. The problem with crack is that when Ur smoking the shit all U wanna do is smoke crack. U dont want 2 watch a movie. U dont even want pussy. All U wanna do is hit the pipe and tweek on the carpet in between hits looking for rocks U never even dropped. Its fucking stupid. The last time I smoked it I did watch the movie Bewitched, though. It was the only way I could make it bearable. Now every time I see Will Farrell I want 2 hit the pipe. But Im not addicted, though...

While I'm on the subject anyway, just let me say this about that right there. I smoked crack in the 80s and I smoked crack a few years ago, and I gotta tell U...its just not the same drug. I dont know what happened between then and now, but the dope they pass off as crack these days ain't shit compared 2 what they had back in the day. Its not even in the same league. Its like the difference between T-Ball and Major League Baseball, man! Back then niggas would tke one hit and fall over fucking dead. It was ridiculous. Nowadays motherfuckers be putting the pipe down with dope still in it. Nobody ever put the pipe down in 1986! Not unless they happened 2 be that motherfucker that fell over dead. And even then U can bet that somebody came along 2 finish that bowl for him. Shit...they probably finished the bowl before they called 911. They might have just took the dope, smoked it someplace else and didn't even bother 2 call about his dumb ass. Fuck him...he's dead anyway. Aint no call 2 the police gonna change that, and I got warrants, nigga, shit...

What was I talking about? Oh yeah...fat chicks. Don't get me wrong now, I loves me some fat girls (alright...I love ALL girls, but the fat ones is special, baby!!). The fact is that I love big titties and I love lots of ass and most fat girls have a lot of both. Except when they don't. That can be a little weird. I've always felt a little bad for fat girls who have small tits or no ass. It's like, what kind of past life karma debt are U paying off 2 get dealt those cards, U know? I mean if U have 2 haul all that weight around all the time anyways, it seems 2 me that the least God could do is let U have a foot and a half of cleavage 2 help draw the eye away from it.

Speaking of a foot and a half of cleavage, I was in Fresno this one time doing a four-day job and after work they had us staying at this fucking seedy-ass motel right off Highway 99, right? So we're coming in one day and there's these hookers that were staying in the rooms above ours, and there was three or four of them up there, showing off their wares, trying 2 drum up a little business, right? They was all out there flashing and shit, but the only one I can really remember was this BIG fucking black bitch. She was one of those 6-foot tall, 200 pound African queens, man. U know the ones that are pretty much all titty and ass? Anyway, I'll never forget this bitch leaning over the third floor railing and pulling out what was probably the biggest titty I'd ever seen at the time (she had 2 have 44FFFs, at least.), licking her nipple and saying 2 me, "Don't it look like a Hershey's Kiss?" (it did) "U wanna come taste for Urself?" (I did). The thing about it is that I've never really been a hooker kind of guy (LOL...ok, I've never been a trick. I'll fuck a hooker all day long. I don't give a shit about her job. What I won't do is pay the bitch. That's where we run into problems, being as how they usually like that money a whole lot more than they like hanging out with the likes of me), but if I was ever going 2 pay 2 fuck a bitch it would have been that day. It was just her bad luck that I was broke, cuz I sure was in the mood for chocolate!

The truth of the matter is that most of the women I have slept with were big girls. All of the black ones were. Shit, the smallest of them bitches was my baby momma and I swear 2 God her skinny jeans was size 12s! They just got bigger from there. I think black girls look better when they're fat. Skinny black chicks have funny looking tits. Don't even look like titties most of the time. Bitch take off her shirt and it looks like she's got two old socks hanging where her titties should be. Got me fucked up. That's why they all started wearing those low-rise jeans. They kept getting their nipples caught in their zippers. It was becoming a problem. That's what I heard, anyway.

One time when I was selling dope I met this Mexican chick who had 2 be close 2 four hundred pounds. She was hella short, though, and just really fucking wide. I remember seeing her sitting on the love seat in my living room and thinking 2 myself that she was so big I didn't think I would be able 2 squeeze in beside her cuz she took up 2 much of the fucking couch. This girl was huge! She was also probably one of the prettiest chicks Ive ever fucking seen. Definitely on of the top ten. She was just stupid gorgous. I couldn't take my eyes off the bitch. That's probably why I was thinking about sitting next 2 her in the first place.  Figuring if I was sitting there I might be able 2 get a little side boob action going on. That sounds a bit like me. It was kinda weird, though, cuz if u would have asked me I probably would have said that I didn't find bitches that big all that attractive. I still don't. It was just something about her, I guess. Its probably a good thing I never found out. Last thing I need is another Mexican skeleton in my closet. Im running out of storage space as it is.

So 2 recap, Sacramento is full of fat broads, but that's ok with me cuz I like fucking them anyways. Which is especially true whenever the fat girl is black, or some Mexican chick named Candy (how would U like 2 break a pinata and have her come tumbling out? Knowing my luck the bitch would probably fall on me and kill me. Fuck it, man...if U gotta go anyway, U might as well get there cuz Ur ass got crushed by a giant titty. Beats the shit out of getting run over by a bus. Know what I'm saying?). Coke blows (no pun intended) unless Ur watching Bewitched, or trying 2 get a stripper 2 blow instead. Even then it isn't as good as it was in the 80s (but honestly...what the fuck is?). I really like Hershey's Kisses, skinny black chicks just need 2 keep their fucking shirts on, my baby momma still had a fat ass on days when she thought she was skinny and I gots no more room in my closet for any more Mexican broads.

Any questions?

a new beginning...

At least I think it is. I'm sure gonna try and make it that way, anyways! My goal is 2 post at least 200 blogs this year. That's totally doable. 


I am also planning 2 start posting a banner pic at the beginning of each posting. This one is a picture of my friend Lovergrl taking a shower!!! How about that?


So, anyway, here's 2 new beginnings!