f*** bout being depressed cos of the bastards death - i have genuine reason to be depressed.
last nite i had a wet dream about one of my friends´ mothers - gosh kinda like the fountains of wayne song
stacy´s mom - but in my case stacy is a paunchy teletubby looking kid by the name of nicholas. MILF - yes that´s what his mother is and i know i´m not the only person who would love to f*** her. last time i was at his house with a couple of my friends, she came outside with a see through sarong on and a two piece bikini -
CAMEL TOE, HARD AND ERECT NIPPLES! yes that was the order of the day. she´s a red head, but what is the carpet like?
the only problem is that she´s seeing some a**hole dirtbag who could easily pa** off as a mechanic some where in idaho, with a pot-bellied pig named
sweet shirley who´s won the best pig at the county fair an unprecedented 6 years in succession. i mean this guy knows that we have a thing for his mistress and he then proceeds to make out with her so that we can see - it´s not like he does it in front of us, but he isn´t trying to hide away from us. really if i could i´d make sure that the prick is involved in an accident and theen be there to support nic´s moms - who knows what could happen thereafter? but until then i´ll probably have to stick to waking up before everyone else just so i can do my laundry without having to avoid the embara**ment that comes with having your mother feeling pity for your 26 year old a** who can´t get any pussy. i can´t stand that no more - the last time my mother did my laundry after a wet dream, she personally went looking for a woman who could make me into a man... now how many of y´alls moms would do that for y´all?
* maybe i shouldn´t have said that? * 
oh well what´s done is done - so there! :-]
"What goes up . . . better doggone well stay up!"
[ This message was edited by: norman_bates on 15-11-2004 15:48 ]
