F.T.S.O.J.
Alon Ucko
da...@htu.tu-graz.ac.at
>What ever happened to Fuck The Scull of Jesus t-shirts?
No one entered a fully graphic colour version of this Religious Squicking
yet. I made up two text versions, ftsoj.gif and ftsoj2.gif in the
PUB/TASTELES/TSHIRT directory on fnovhtu.tu-graz.ac.at
I'm working on the rules for the TShirt competition.... Sorry for the delay,
folks, Uni here starts soon. And I'll be a tutor in the English Department,
teaching computers (text and data processing) to lots of (hopefully) cute
and lascivious young students of English, fresh out of high school most of
them.
ObT:
Friday's party. A friend of mine got a scholarship to go to a uni somewhere
in rural Arkansas or somewhere - anyway, a uni in the US. This was his
goodbye party. Several people (among them the host of the party) got
stoned, while some other guests were not supposed to know what was going on
and left as soon as they smelt the thick fumes from the Dutch Oven we'd
created in that small room.
After several huge joints (the european fashion, narrow at the mouth and
bloody huge at the top) we got into the Sturm. Sturm is an Austrian
speciality, very young opaque (light brown or pink-red) wine that tastes
like grape juice but has a nice alcohol content. This woke me up - usually I
get tired - so I started talking.
...and what stories does Big Dave remember best? Those from alt.tasteless.
They clenched their butts when I recalled Anal Fissure Bob, they roared with
laughter at the T-shirt ideas, they winced when they heard about stapling
scrotums shut.
Going to the toilet when stoned is a most extravagant pastime as well. After
a thick long stream of piss, feel the pressure of the grogan from within....
ahhhhh... now push, very slightly... the head is poking out, it feels hot
and a bit rough and smeary, sliding out in a long and gentle sensation that
oooooh I gotta post this to alt.tasteless this one must be a mile long
aaaaahhh plop. It was bomb-shaped - thick end first - and about 12
centimetres long. Then rub (right hand, two layers, front to back) and
flush. Gurgle.
Shit, we talked and laughed until the morning. I now have even more of a
reputation for being slightly bent and perverted with my friends... one of
them keeps refusing to introduce me to his new 17-year-old girlfriend after
I told him I liked 17-year-old blong slim small-titted leather goddesses.
Bicycling home after the party was quite an experience too - nothing really
tasteless, though.
Dave