This is the woman I dated 16 years ago, when I was 34.
This is the woman I dated from last June through last month:
So is Allison.
Works in tandem with a “Laura” or “Laurie” at the number below. Girl in the picture’s number is 352.263.1843
The number in the ad is Midnight Liaisons escort service: http://midnightliaisons.com/girls/ Avoid these scammers
Here’s her backpage ad:
I just moved to Florida to start college and I’m looking to make a few friends. I look like “the girl next door.”
Im 18 years old,5’4″, 110 pounds, with brown hair.
A lot of guys take up golf to get away from their pestering wives. Inevitably, many of these same wives soon take up golf, and so the guy has to then take up another “hobby” so disgusting and otherwise unpleasant there is no way his wife will want to do that, too. So these guys take up fishing.
Some of the same wives then, in turn, actually take up fishing, too. These are women that will do anything for their husbands. If you are a guy married to one of these women that takes up fishing just to be with you, I’m gonna give you a piece of advice right now that is one of the most important pieces of advice I will ever give you. If you’re wife is willing to take up fishing, she’s undoubtedly also down for regular threesomes with another chick. In fact, I’m pretty confident she’ll prefer threesomes to fishing. Its Saturday. Swingers clubs are at their best tonight. There’s no better time than right at this moment to raise the issue.
Anyway, Charlie Sheen, who is no stranger to threesomes and moresomes, has, not surprisingly, come up with an idea even better for getting away from his women than fishing. His trip with Sean Penn to Haiti is yet another big win.
I can just hear the conversation when he announced the trip:
Charlie: “Bree, and you over there, yea, you, the one that licks the cum off Bree’s face after I drop a load on it. Listen, Sean asked me if I want to go to Haiti with him for a while. You guys can come, too, of course, if you really want to, but we’ll be staying in a tent with no running water … Oh, and its 90 and humid there every day, and everyone stinks like high hell, and there’s crime and earthquakes and …“
Bree: “If we don’t go, can we just hang out here in Beverly Hills doing drugs and having sex all day …”
Charlie: “Of course.”
Bree: “Well, we’ll miss you, but pass.”
Charlie: “No problem. Another bi-win!”
Bree: “What was that last thing you said?”
Charlie: “Er, uh, I’ll really miss you two. See you when I get back, sexy.”
Most of us guys who travel to countries south of the U.S. travel in order to have a tons of sex with hot chicks at prices we can afford. Charlie Sheen’s so drowning in pussy he can afford, he’s traveling south to get away from it.
The trip to Haiti isn’t just an excuse for Charlie Sheen to get away from the daily demands of his harem; it serves multiple purposes. Its great public relations, far better than just stroking a check to some charity; he’s going to be sweating and getting his hands dirty, and he’s going with a guy whose charity credentials are nonpareil.
The trip is also a brilliant form of DIY sex rehab, the sexual equivalent of refusing to go back to AA. I can’t think of a better way to cure sex addiction than – at least for those of us who don’t have a nostril-fucking-fetish – a trip to the country with the ugliest, most filthy, disgusting, disease-ridden, unhygienic, and in all other ways foul women on the planet – and that was when they were still able to take an occasional bath or shower. Haitian women have been getting rained on and ejaculated in and on for the last year with nary a clean warm-water-soaked towel, let alone douche, in sight. Charlie doesn’t have to worry about OD-ing on sex down there. It’ll be a miracle if, even at a single moment during the trip, he’s able to sport a 1/8ths wood.
The rest of us can only wish we had Charlie Sheen’s problems. He may very well be in a manic phase, and a crash his possible, though probably nothing that his virtually bottomless flow and affinity for coke shouldn’t be able to help him calibrate for a soft landing. But the manic phase is undoubtedly the origin of many of guymanity’s greatest inventions and philosophical breakthroughs. For Charlie Sheen, the trip to Haiti is yet another win, and we can only marvel at the sight of a guy taking the Guyinistic lifestyle to a new level not only during our lifetime; in fact, not only in our lifetime, but at the early stages of an era when it is viewable online and on global TV, and when we can get a contemporaneous window into courtesy of Charlie’s own Twitter posts.
Oh, and no word yet as to whether Charlie and Sean are going to hire Van Halen to go down for a private gig. They’ve played “Panama” – why not Port au Prince?
I fucked a chick more than 20 years ago when she was 18, so freshly after having given birth that while I was banging her, she was lactating so voluminously it looked like I’d already fired off a giant wet load on her chest. She went on to become a stripper, got married, had another kid or two, now works a regular job, and today posted the following on Facebook:
My response: I agree that law is great. Every stripper and hooker in Kentucky should be arriving down here in Florida any day now! Lets hope that all of the remaining states – all, that is, except of course Florida – pass the same law!
Check out this obituary for porn legend John Leslie.
Its so detailed, I feel like I went to his wake – and his funeral.
And here, I thought that when I was younger, that if I went into porn, I’d lose all my friends.
Here he is, in some vintage work, with Nina Hartley: Nina Hartley And John Leslie Classic Skin-Flick.
Apparently, he will be missed.
A good story on the bogus “sex crimes” accusations against Julian Assange appears here, on Ferdinand Bardamu’s In Mala Fide blog. Contrary to widespread speculation, Assange is not being charged with rape, but apparently just for, believe it or not, something called “sex by surprise” due to having sex without a condom.
Of course, the broads, who were groupies of his that knew each other, are not charged, even though they were participants. My question: doesn’t that mean they should also round-up Sweden’s massive population of single mothers?
The Guyinisphere is hard at work around the globe trying to uncover the powers-that-be behind the ludicrous allegations. If you have any information, please provide it to me.
In the meantime, here are pictures of the cunts:
If you are in Sweden, do not – I repeat DO NOT - fuck them under any circumstances. It ain’t worth it.
I met Gary Dell’Abate of the Howard Stern show this evening while he was promoting his book, They Call Me Baba Booey, and talked to him about my blog. He said he would check it out.
So, Gary, in case you do read it, here are some of my best posts:
On the day before Thanksgiving, each year, since 1961, the Wall Street Journal has run two editorials: The Desolate Wilderness and And The Fair Land. Those journal editorials are, like the Macy’s Day Parade, Detroit Lions football, and turkey, part of American Thanksgiving tradition.
And so, and because its easy to do, in the tradition of Thanksgiving, each year, until I am killed, I will reproduce an excerpt from my semenal Thanksgiving post of last year:
One can debate whether its better to be a woman or a guy.
From my vantage point, it seems like the sex that – as long as they don’t choose to be fat, can get the other sex to support them and not have to work, and can have sex with someone passable just about whenever they want for free – not to mention so many other advantages such as hiring preferences, loan programs, and military benefits without military responsibilities – has it better. Some reasonable guys differ on this point … Either way, imagine either how much worse our lives would be if we didn’t have, or how much better our lives are because we do have, balls.
On this Thanksgiving,
… whether they are big in size or small,
whether they are shaved or you still haven’t listened to the first piece of advice I gave you,
whether women drain them regularly for you or if you usually have to go it alone –
we guys at least have two reasons to give thanks. Two major reasons.
Those two reasons are, of course, our two testicles, our dos cojones, our deux valseuses.
In any language, in any euphemism: our balls.
Happy Thanksgiving, guys.
Finally, to paraphrase the de facto official dog of Thanksgiving, “There is no need to fear, Guyinism is here!”
Roissy is currently running a fun column self-explanatorily entitled, “Time to Fart as a Measure of Relationship Strength.”
In a comment, I took the position that there is never a time to fart around chicks you are or may want to bang. My anal-ysis (no pun intended, edits in brackets):
I appreciate the analysis but I go with a strict no-farting around the girl policy to the extent possible, and I find it very possible by simply taking a shit when I feel the first fart coming on. To counter shit smell permeating the premises, carry single-use packets of Just a Drop.
Perhaps because I am the kind of guy that is always overachieving with women – often either admired or envied for dating chicks way hotter than it seems I deserve – I proceed in relationships as if I have little wiggle room, which means no farting (“little” being the operative word – what wiggle room I have I spend trying to and actually getting some ass on the side).
Also, it is important to keep post-relationship sex in mind. Even if a guy is on the verge of dumping a girl, I am sure most of you will agree that it is best to keep her on your short list for booty calls. There is one girl I dated for-real for about 3 months in 1994. The sex continued on a fairly regular basis for about another 12 years – a 12-year string where I banged her at least once a year, and usually more – and I even got some a couple of months ago after a 3 year hiatus. The Tuesday morning booty calls from her didn’t even start until about 3 years after we really dated-dated, and she didn’t start asking me to satisfy her facial fetish for another year or so after that. Essentially, she was my mid-week fluff girl to get me primed for the weekends when I would go swingers clubs with other chicks who lived out-of-town. Needless to say, little of this would have occurred had I been blasting her with ass fumes.
On top of all that, I certainly don’t want to do anything which will make it more likely that a girl will fart – or do other disgusting things of that nature – around me.
One of my best friends and his wife often shit in front of each other, with the bathroom door open. Since they’ve been married, and its about 14 or so years, they probably haven’t averaged having sex even once a year. He sleeps on the couch.
But if you guys want to keep farting around chicks, by all means do so – it’ll keep more pussy is on the market for me.
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