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Trip Like I do : American Swine
Tuesday, May 19, 2009 2:57PM / Members only
OK. I really wanted to write about my vacation in the U.S., Canada, and Alaska but I think I’ll be writing backwards and start my way from when I arrived. Soooo, “Swine Flu” right? Raging epidemic, multiple casualties spawning from North America, Europe and down to Asia. It’s scary since there hasn’t been an incident of swine flu since 1976 and now all of a sudden it’s sweeping across continents and across the waters and the number one carrier of this deadly cocktail is the common world traveler. Which brings us to why I shall be trashing David Cook and David Archuleta for their superstar complex and how they are “above” going through my country’s health inspections. But first let me tell you about my horrible 3 flights back to the homeland, which could be the same reasons why they wanted to just get out of the airport as well. Alaskan airlines was decent and forgiving. I appreciated the large seats that were obviously designed for the average fat westerner. This gave my six foot three frame about an inch of comfort. Enough to not wanna slam the guy sitting in front of me for reclining his seat too far back. Now it is no myth that airline food is terrible and gives you a fair amount of gas to want to open a window at 35,000 feet. That extra inch of legroom eventually paid off as I casually angled myself to fire off the results of that nasty excuse of a sushi meal. If anyone took a wiff of that I didn’t really care, as I would never see those fuckers again.
LAX is Disneyland. If you ever wanted to know what California might be like, then LAX should be the first part of your tour through Hollyweird. As I checked on my connecting flight status, I wondered if it would be rude to photograph these random folks just so I could capture the essence of Los Angeles. About 6 of 10 of everyone that went through there was either dressed like a Rockstar or dressed like Elton John, which I don’t count as being a rockstar. Purple hair, knee high shiny black boots, black lipstick, black fingernails, the words “Suicide Blonde” written on the back of ones jacket. Another woman with obviously California sized breasts wore a half shirt with the words “Place Eyes Here”, which made me swallow my gum by the way, but I later on noticed that the shirt was merely a distraction to lure people’s attention away from the thong that was visibly escaping her very very low skinny jeans. At that point I mumbled to myself “God Bless America” and proceeded to my terminal, wiping my mouth along the way. By then I had decided that my feet were not comfortable, and since I still had 19 hours of air time to go, I decided to switch to the unlikely fashionable pairing of my leather jacket, jeans……and flip flops.
Here we go, AMERICAN AIRLINES or AA. Economy class was a nightmare. Cramped seats, awful food, and flight attendants that looked like they were recruited from some retirement home. There was this one short balding possibly gay male attendant who gave me a smart ass remark when I simply asked if the lavatories were available, and he looked at me with the fakest of smiles and said “if it says occupied! Then there’s someone in there!” Now maybe I was just tired but I decided to ignore the idea of putting his face into the toilet, which he was just cleaning, which was the reason why I asked in the first place. We had just boarded the plane and he was cleaning one lavatory, which made me wonder if the other two were already clean. I just had a thought, he reminds me of Jack from Will & Grace Haha. So 6 in flight movies, 2 in flight meals, 4 visits to the lavatory and one dead Ipod later, I am finally awakened by the beeping seatbelt sign and the captain’s inaudible voice letting us know that we’re now on our final decent. I close my eyes again only to feel the piercing tap of “Jack” on my right shoulder with his ever frozen smile telling me to put on my seatbelt which at that moment I wanted to strangle him with. The flight would be over soon, and I would let that little incident go just so I could get the hell out of there faster.
Now my arrival at Nagita, Japan, which has a reported 135 cases so far, was like a scene out of some post apocalyptic zombie movie. People in blue rubber suits and surgical masks and goggles carrying thermal imaging cameras, scanning the isles of the plane for any passenger with above normal temperature readings. Now I had coughed maybe 3 times for the whole flight and my eyes had gotten irritated due to the sudden climate change and for some reason that had gotten the attention of this old woman sitting a few seats in front of me. As the medical crew approached our isle, this woman would occasionally look back at me as if she had this feeling I was gonna be yanked out of there and put in some plastic bubble. It’s ALLERGIES, lady! Look it up! Anyway, that nightmare of a flight lasted 15 more minutes while parked which really put my aggravation through the roof. I grumpily pushed and shoved my way out of the plane and flat out ignored the pleasant Japanese smiles that greeted me at the gates. 4 more hours I thought to myself. One more flight and I can take out my frustrations inside a hot shower till I prune.
As I boarded my final flight to Manila, more good news as I heard the pilot announce even more delays due to incoming air traffic. Keeping us grounded for another 15 minutes as we taxi our way around the airport at one inch per second. (SCREAMMMMM) That’s what I was doing inside my head as my body twisted and turned into this seat that was made for a Hobbit. 4 hours was just too long for this kind of discomfort I thought. As we finally bolted into the pitch black sky I still couldn’t find relief and this old Japanese man had reclined his seat early into the flight that I could practically memorize the remaining number of hairs that he swirled around the top of his head to cover up the balding circle he kept camouflaged. I had it! The seatbelts off sign was like a green light for me as I got out of my seat and walked into the flight attendants little room and stood there against the wall. I had never felt so claustrophobic and I really wanted to open a window at 35,000 feet. They immediately understood my dilemma and motioned me to a better position closer to where they sat. I briefly expressed my 24 hour ordeal and they had sympathized with me and invited me to stay as long as I liked. One girl in particular, “Hara” is her name, who had the traditional Japanese look and equally hospitable charms, kept close by to make sure I was alright, or probably to make sure I didn’t raid the liquor cart while she made her rounds. Either way she was very sweet and even provided me this AMAZING tool the Japanese used to relieve sore feet. I cant recall what it was called, but it was a bamboo pipe split in half and you just stand on top of it and you rub your feet all over it in every angle in which it hurts. It was a brilliant little device that they took along with them on long flights and it worked magically. We chit chatted each time she passed by and I think that was really what got me through the flight. I stood for 3 hours on top of a piece of bamboo and before I knew it, I had to be asked to go back to my seat cause we were landing. I actually felt bad cause that was probably the only time I got to relax, but thank you Hara of JAL. You made it easier
Now, I’d like to thank David Cook and David Archuleta for making the department of Health make our lives even more difficult by extending the time it takes to go through the health inspection because of your superstar complex of not wanting to be quarantined for a short period of time just like the rest of us regular travelers. Being on American Idol does NOT make you above the health and safety of an entire nation that has no reported cases of swine flu. So for both of you to want to bypass the health inspection was rather stupid and just seriously anal of you and your entourage. In my opinion, you should have been shipped back to the U.S. the moment you guys started bitching about waiting an extra 20 minutes just to get checked out. I know it was a LONG ASS flight coming here but 20 minutes? For the safety of millions? Come on! What kind of people are you? I’m sure the screaming fans don’t give a rats ass if you guys have the Ebola virus tucked in your crotch but have a little consideration for the rest of us that actually like LIVING. So with that, enjoy the rest of your stay here. Sing your songs, fuck our women, and hopefully you take a souvenir back with you guys…
… Like an STD.
P.S. Yeah I got home safely. Now I’m off to wash six loads of laundry.
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Gone to the Dogs
Wednesday, Feb 18, 2009 4:48PM / Members only
I haven’t written anything in over a year. Might even be more, not so sure anymore. You see something broke inside of me a while back. Something I thought could never be restored. As a writer, writer’s block isn’t the only obstacle we encounter. A wide range of emotions also dictate what we put on paper. The keys we type and the words we choose ever so carefully over and over. Backspacing, retouch after retouch, seeking a harmony of thoughts that when read instantly connects to the reader. Our joys and our pains are the gift we give them. We let them understand that they are not alone, and that ugly feelings are shared just as much as the beautiful ones. This is what we do. We write so that we may reach deep down inside of people. Why? Cause what we’ve written was taken deep inside of us.
Love is beautiful and treacherous. It is forgiving and painfully unforgiving. It is magnificent and absurd. It is a gift and a curse. It is a disease and a cure. It is death, but it is life. Once we learn to understand that opposites truly can and will co exist, it will be easier to deal with the negative. How can we truly appreciate love, …if we’ve never been robbed of it?
Valentines was less than memorable, and I vow someday to rid the world of such a ridiculous cliché’. If anything, I have evolved into a cynic, and have resigned myself to living the next 5 years (that’s before 40) dedicated to developing a new me. That’s 5 whole years of starting over. Lets forget the last 35 and focus on something that doesn’t involve anyone else. ME! I need a makeover, a WHOLE LIFE makeover. This isn’t about getting rid of people or cleansing myself out of bad relationships. This is about repairing something inside that doesn’t seem to be working at the moment. This is about living again.
So I was laying in bed today. Just got home from my daughter’s award ceremonies where she got blue ribbons for music. She’s 8 so I was pretty proud, but anyway. So I’m laying in bed and I’m feeling blue as can be, and I’m switching TV channels like crazy. Movie’s usually put my mind at ease but my heart would just not SHUT UP. I’m grabbing at it, clutching it. I feel like my hearts going to explode and I just want it to stop! So there I am weirdly hyperventilating and pounding my chest with my palms in a fist when my little girl’s dog starts sniffing me out. I’m looking down at her from the bed and I’m thinking, does she have an idea? So I reach down and open my hand and she immediately moves closer and rests her head on it. Her eyes were sad, so I couldn’t help but whisk her up on to the bed with me, gently laying the old girl on my side as she snuggled between my arm and my chest. They say dogs contribute a great deal of stress relief to their people. As I stroked at her ears and the spot between her sleepy eyes, I started to understand how true that statement was, and so much more began to reveal.
Dogs know what love is. All they do is give it. All they do is wait on it. It is their reason for living amongst us. I’m thinking, should we be like that? Should we all just give, and wait, and live with that? How are they ok with this? Then I thought about people, and how some live like that. Are WE ok with that? Living off the love of other people? What happens when they take it away? What happens when they give it to someone else? What do we do then? It’s true that you can’t love others if you can’t even love yourself. Why does that statement feel so wrong though? I thought selflessness was a good thing? I thought giving more of ourselves was considered noble? I know its wrong to think this way, but I really thought loving harder would have its rewards. It’s wrong to expect such things to be returned. It’s wrong to ask for something one doesn’t wish to give. We take what is given. Sometimes it’s not enough. Sometimes it doesn’t come. Expect less, hurt less. Sometimes …we’re just dogs…
So 2009 has arrived. It’s a little late for resolutions, but we all start slow after new years.
Someone was telling me yesterday that whatever doesn’t kill us makes us stranger. I said; “You mean stronger?” and she said “No, …STRANGER”. I think she’s right, cause I’m the strangest person I know. Strength is very much over rated. Endurance is what really gets us through, and that’s what I need right now. Just connecting the dots until it finally turns into how I want my life to look like. Right now things are pretty messy, which isn’t cool when you’re 35. So how about life huh? Feels good to have lived the life I lived and KNOW, just now, as in right this second, that I can live better. I have lived a dog’s life, feeding on the scraps fallen off people’s tables. Telling yourself you deserve more will just leave you hungry. We’ll deserve what we deserve. Anything less was never ours. Love is ok, but give what you can afford. Save some for yourself, and when somebody offers some to you, TAKE IT! IT’S FREE! At least I think it is? It can’t be love if you have to ask for some back. Give it to those that deserve some. Give some to those that need it. If you love someone, GIVE IT! Never mind reciprocation. Never mind if it hurts. Never mind needing a better woman… Just become a better man…
Good Grief! I dunno if I can call this writing. I hope anyone that reads this will understand this abrupt spatter of thoughts. I haven't been myself lately, but I hope to get my groove back later. I am however writing again, which is good. In saying that, maybe I am living again as well. Till then, be good and...."fair"...to each other. See you all on the Wild side.
“A heart, just like a dog, if caged and starved too long, will see everyone as the one that put him there.”
- Raff Wild
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The Fallen
Thursday, Feb 5, 2009 10:24AM / Members only
- BuddhaHello faceless universe. These past years certainly have been strange ones. It’s been quite a roller coaster ride of emotions and events that defy both logic and love. Man’s limitations tested and stretched till the fabric of ones soul tears open the blackness that most keep hidden away. There is life after such inner deaths. An awakening that frees us of a lifetime of bondage, needless suffering and torment. It is a cleansing, far greater than a rivers rage. To extinguish the flames of lit torches of all those we’ve loved and hurt. Understanding that before we can seek the forgiveness of others, we must first forgive ourselves. I study the lines on my face and I see a road map of pain. An archive of the gray pages of a life half lived. Such a reluctant spirit, brave yet foolish. Holding high regard to the almighty, yet miserably failing or perhaps choosing to travel the road most followed. As I allow myself to fall from this world, I soon am made to understand that there is a plan at work. Some grand scale architecture that becomes the blueprint of who we are. We are all incomplete by design, and we will all come to the realization that fate is still carving away at us, revealing slowly in time our true shape and form. That when we find our true loves, and marry, have children, buy the house of our dreams and live the life we always wanted, we find ourselves in a maze, lost once again. We find that destiny in all its divine chaos is not done sculpting us. We will all share one dream. A dream of happiness and fulfillment. We will never share the same path, and some roads will be longer than others. I do believe the destination for all of us are the same. We seek purpose in an unsympathetic world. We seek companionship and a hand to hold in our final moments. For our last breath to matter, to hear words of love spoken, and to speak them, and be heard. For one last kiss of love and hope to carry with us to the next life. How painful the thought of living a dying life. The sands of time gently falling and leaving us behind, quicksand for the idle.
We all seek purpose. To matter to someone. To be remembered. To be thought of. To be loved. To live a full life. To find one great love. And just when you’ve spent half your life searching for something better, you find out, that something better has been searching for you. The purpose we seek is to be somebody’s purpose. And while those who wait, they dream. Hoping to find her there. In sweet sleep in waiting. Each sigh that escapes us, a prayer that only God understands. In our sleep we whisper a promise. To find that lost embrace. That one last kiss before dying. For love is a quickening. The only sustenance one needs to survive. To live and love. To love and die. To die “in love”. -
My PC Loves your PC
Saturday, Jan 31, 2009 12:52AM / Members only
So you found love eh? You cant eat, you cant sleep, cant breathe, cant work, cant stop grinning, you think your better than everyone else on here cause for you what you have is different and special and not retarded like most chat couples? Well, how do you really know for sure? Online love didn't come with a manual did it? Well I got news for you all...
...I WROTE IT..........lol
Chapter 1: First ContactThe universe just vanished out of sight,
and all the stars collapsed behind the pitch black night,
and i can barely see your face in front of mine,
but it is knowing you are there that makes me fine...Snow Patrol – Warmer Climate
This is when an event occurs in chat that opens our eyes to other possibilities. Sometimes this is a surprise while others foresee the signs early on. You are then surrounded by the questions; "Now what?" "Does he/she feel the same?" and even if they do, "What's the point in it?". You have now crossed uncharted territory and will instinctively be guarded about your emotions at this point. Some may even carelessly perceive it as a phase that will eventually run its course and out of our system. But to those that feel the pinch of high school crush revivals, the feeling will be almost too addicting to neglect. People have a natural curiosity to seek out all possibilities no matter how absurd the circumstances may be. The "What if?' factor will always be in play, and though you pride yourself in having absolute control over your emotions and a firm grasp on the situation as well as an in depth understanding of the laws of chat and love and its limitations and realistic overtones; The truth is there is no control, and your emotions can fail you 99% of the time, and your in depth understanding does nothing to prevent you from ever preparing yourself for perhaps the most dreaded heart disease that is plaguing every plugged in love junkie on the Net. You have now been betrayed by your own emotions, and before you know it, you are sucked into the vacuum that is ONLINE LOVE.
Chapter 2: The Rules of the GameFor once I want to be the car crash
Not always just the traffic jam
Hit me hard enough to wake me
And lead me wild to your dark roadsSnow Patrol - Headlights
Ok so here we are. At this point, we assume the feeling is mutual with the partner you have selected. But that's not even relevant right now. There are some basic laws that will help make this process as painless as possible, and you have to start by learning the laws of chat. You need to KNOW and UNDERSTAND that online relationships are NOT EASY to maintain. It takes work, A LOT of work to get from point A to point B in this medium of communication. There are limitations in this world and it will play a huge part in determining just how dedicated you are in making it work. Lets start by asking yourself how far you are willing to go with this. Is this just a chat thing? Will it ever escalate into something more? Are you willing to make the necessary sacrifices to bring yourself closer to your goals?Now I know that some of you cant answer that this early on cause you really don't know what the future brings. But it is important to get that out of the way just in case you have any immediate doubts as to the realistic outcome of the relationship. This will save you from wasting your partners time as well as your own. Save yourself the heartache if you don't see it going anywhere. Now to those that disregard the future and live for the now, keep in mind that only you are responsible for your own emotions and everything else that takes place in the duration of that relationship is because you wanted it. You knew the risks, you chose a path, you walk the way and now you must see it through.
Chapter 3: The Distance between UsTo think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do...Snow Patrol - Run
You are provided 3 methods of communication, Text, Voice, and Visual aide. Maximize these 3 to the fullest because it IS ALL YOU GOT. Text messaging and chat messaging are your basic platforms for exchanging thoughts and feelings. It does however get old and dry and can be very frustrating when you start to see it as just words on a screen. This is where you need to either get a mic or pick up the phone. Nothing can bring you closer to someone than the sound of their soothing voice assuring you that all is well and that in due time you will be together to live the life you both dreamed of. Do this as often as you'd like without smothering your partner every second of the day. Give each other some ample breathing room and this will just make you miss each other more.Visual aide is important and shouldn't be neglected. Though it is always better to have a cam, it also is ok if you don't. Pictures or photographs are just as important to your partner. Some people go overboard by thinking they need to hold their partners attention by providing their partner with graphic images of themselves, when actually one who is truly devoted to their partner only seeks casual day-to-day photos that depict their love interest in regular settings. This actually reinforces their feelings for one another cause this allows the person to feed his mind and create some kind of realistic connection where he can visualize himself with his partner in the picture. Its funny how something so simple can do so much to put a loved one at ease in dealing with the whole long distance issue. So take note of these methods and use it to make your love life online more fulfilling. Trust me you'll need all the inspiration you can get.
Chapter 4: The Long RoadWe don't need
Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world…Snow Patrol – Chasing Cars
Once you have all of the above figured out, it will be a lot easier to deal with all the trivial stuff that goes on online. All relationships, virtual or actual are based on trust. Without trust you have nothing and if you are the insecure or jealous type, you have no business engaging in this kind of affair. You are however allowed to be cautious and suspicious without acting out in jealous rages and tantrums. Since chat is partially blind, we have to excuse ourselves if ever we fail to identify our partner's level of sincerity. We assume the risks depicted in chapter 2 so all one can really do is hope and pray that we aren't being taken for a ride.Once you have accepted those conditions, it is easier to allow the relationship to progress. In time, you will experience some common obstacles that will constantly test the durability of your relationship. Do not fear, every relationship is tested but this can only help you figure out just how strong and stable your relationship is. One common difficulty for most is ones ability to remain physically faithful. We are all human and therefore we are physical creatures that rely on our senses. The sense of touch is perhaps the one element that allows us to fall from grace. Our sexual needs will be the first to betray us at any stage of the relationship. The urge will be too great and too overwhelming and only the strongest can resist its shallow temptation. One thing to consider is that the rules of the real world do not apply here. Being online means you understand that physical contact is impossible and that to ground your partner of engaging in sexual activities in the real world is a task all on its own. Once again trust plays a part in securing the status quo for how can we really know if one is messing around or not? We cant, and most likely we will never know, so it is best to get over it, accept that possibility and just allow yourself to enjoy each others company on here. Or you can call it quits, pull the plug, listen to your friends say "I told you so" and hate the Net forever.
There is a light at the end of this long lonely tunnel. It is at that end that you will find each other finally. Some of us will take forever to get there, but there are those fortunate few who have windows of opportunities to get there sooner. In everything good and worth having, there must be a process that tests our endurance and will power to take that which we feel belongs to us. If you feel the relationship you have has a realistic outcome, then close your eyes to the flaws of cyberspace. Your relationship will live longer if you do.
Chapter 5: Crash n' BurnCold water cleaning my wounds
A sad parade with a single balloon
I'm done with this I'm counting to ten
Bluest seas running to themSnow Patrol – The Finish Line
So it didnt work out, thats life, get over it, get back to the real world and stop thinking about it, stop crying about it, and stop BLOGGING about it. All that really does is display what a wreck you are and how silly you were to ever put your heart all out there in the first place. Leave some room for error to allow yourself some form of damage control when things dont turn out as planned. Nobody gets love right the first time, doesnt matter if your in the actual world or in the virtual world. So before you start allowing your world to revolve around just one person, look around you and wake up cause you've been plugged in too long. Balance is the key to everything, everything in moderation, Yin Yang it, keep the virtual and actual on the level and your priorities in check. Always remember that real world events will always overshadow virtual events. So dont get pissed off if your partner doesnt show up for your afternoon chat session cause they got stuck working overtime. On here, you are allowed to love anyone you want, just dont forget to love yourself too.***
In closing, cyber-relationships will always be scrutinized and classified as last resort acts of desperation for the socially undernourished. Having said that, having meaningless physical contacts in the real world does not place you in a category that would be labeled as having a healthy social life. What most people fail to realize is that chat is a clever way to open the deeper vaults that people will often keep forever buried in the real world. Somehow it is a lot easier to let our ghosts escape us when we cant see the other person staring us down and giving us a funny look for having discovered the strange skeletons we have hidden away from public view. Nobody is perfect, so you better not expect an angel on the other end, and at the same time don't sell yourself so high that your partner develops grand delusions of how amazingly close to perfect you are. When people falsify themselves on here, you need only keep your awareness in check. Let common sense and good judgment help you see the truth in people. So cyberlove? Get a life right? As if their lives in the real world are so interesting and fulfilling that they need to pick on Net Junkies to make themselves feel normal. So keep your heads up cyberfreaks, love is love wherever it happens. So are you scared? Press Escape. Not sure what you want? Press Backspace. Made a mistake? DELETE DELETE DELETE. Shut down the PC, not your heart. But if you believe you have something on here, then Press Enter….
…At your own risk.
* Taken from the Y360 blog files of Raff Wild *
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LIAR LIAR
Saturday, Jan 31, 2009 12:39AM / Members only
I was reading my friends blog and it kinda inspired me to write this blog. In chat, almost everybody wears a mask. Most people will put on their superselves and play to an audience. Some will lie about themselves thus fabricating the digital ideal image of themselves just to be socially acceptable . The mask of insecurity. The mask of inferiority. The mask of loneliness. The mask of denial. The mask of fear. We all at one time in our lives have worn them. Problem is in the virtual world, some people have been lying for so long that they actually believe their own lies. Disillusioned. Content with the false life they have created that it has replaced the real world. Living in a box, eating and breathing chat because it makes them feel part of a smaller world where they arent invisible.
But I choose to be flawed. I choose to be imperfect. I choose to be human. I choose to be myself. I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for something I am not.
Damn that was serious wasnt it lol. Here's a little scenario I cooked up.
You are in "Married But Looking:69" ( Gettin' some on the side? [Notification: We are currently recording IP addresses of all Yahoo! Chat users.] )
Candycane: Hey stud
KingKock: Well hello
Candycane: Hey baby. You married?
KingKock: Hmmm, maybe hehe
Candycane: hehe , Me too
Candycane: Wanna have a little fun?
KingKock: You bet I do
Candycane: Get naked for me
KingKock: Gimme a sec while I check where the wife is
Candycane: mmmmmm, let her catch you
KingKock: Hehe, so evil
Candycane: Ooooh I am baby
KingKock: Describe yourself hun
Candycane: Hmmm, bout 5’7”, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, 36-24-36
KingKock: DAMN !!!
KingKock: I bet you look HOT!!
Candycane: Mmmmmm, you know it baby.
Candycane: What about you, Hmmmm, How big are you
KingKock: Roughly about 8, 8 and a half inches. Thick too
Candycane: MMMMMMM OMG
Candycane: You are way bigger than my husband
KingKock: LMAO, Why how big is he?
Candycane: Well damn it looks like a swollen clit sometimes
KingKock: LMAO , You are funnyCandycane: Seriously though lol Why do you think I’m on here
KingKock: I know what you mean, My wife isn’t exactly Grade A meat either lol
Candycane: Why?, Whats she look like??
KingKock: Well lets just say her pussy looks like a grenade exploded in it
Candycane: LMAO OMG
KingKock: And if her tits sag any lower she’ll need to tie them in a knot
Candycane: LOL, you are such a bad boy
KingKock: Hehe, you love it
Candycane: mmmmmm I do I do
Candycane: So tell me badboy, What you wearing?
Candycane: And be honest
KingKock: Well, just my boxers
KingKock: What about you?
Candycane: Just a t-shirt and panties
KingKock: YATZI!!!
Candycane: hehe, I have a tattoo too *blushes*
KingKock: Mmmmm, Nice. What kind?
Candycane: A mermaid smoking a joint lol
KingKock: Really?
Candycane: uhuh, right at my pelvis
KingKock: uhh, Pelvic region….
Candycane: Yup
KingKock: errr....Right side?
Candycane: uhuh
KingKock: Got it last week for your 30th birthday
Candycane: OMG, How did you know???
KingKock: brb
Candycane: Wait
Candycane: Only my husband knows about that tattoo...
Candycane: OMG
KingKock has signed out of chat
* Taken from the Y360 blog files of Raff Wild *
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Belkieposted on Friday, Mar 13, 2009 4:24AM [Report]
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