Thick Northern Cunts
Banned Apache
than most cunts.
Fuck me fucking ragged, I'm now convinced without a shadow of a doubt that
90% of these wankers are thicker than fucking micks.
The cunts.
The next wanker who stops their car in the road without due fucking warning
and delays me by more than 10 seconds, goes to hospital.
Any cunts reading this in the Grantham area be warned. I don't fuck about,
you will lose an eye and even if I go back to Belmarsh for it, you'll still
be a blind cunt.
--
Lunch was nice;
Loused up humpbacked whale droppings and wolverine foot vinaigrette with
debilitated pussing boil aside prostrate coffin fly hymen with
strawberry vinaigrette con nearly raw diseased body parts, dished up in
a chilled pannikin with a slew of bloody lemming, lifeless croutons of
beef and lamb with oddments of eel, tea, a side of fruit and a glass of
Vietnamese snake wine.
John Holmes
> I never really believed myself when I stated that northern cunts are
> thicker than most cunts.
> Fuck me fucking ragged, I'm now convinced without a shadow of a doubt
> that 90% of these wankers are thicker than fucking micks.
>
> The cunts.
>
> The next wanker who stops their car in the road without due fucking
> warning and delays me by more than 10 seconds, goes to hospital.
>
> Any cunts reading this in the Grantham area be warned. I don't fuck
> about, you will lose an eye and even if I go back to Belmarsh for it,
> you'll still be a blind cunt.
>
>
>
Feeling better now?
--
Your mother was a plebeian truck driver who visited pornographic web-
sites in a small tent.
twat
news:200606052055...@smtp4.wanadoo.nl...
> Banned Apache "contributed" in alt.os.windows-xp:
>
>> I never really believed myself when I stated that northern cunts are
>> thicker than most cunts.
>> Fuck me fucking ragged, I'm now convinced without a shadow of a doubt
>> that 90% of these wankers are thicker than fucking micks.
>>
>> The cunts.
>>
>> The next wanker who stops their car in the road without due fucking
>> warning and delays me by more than 10 seconds, goes to hospital.
>>
>> Any cunts reading this in the Grantham area be warned. I don't fuck
>> about, you will lose an eye and even if I go back to Belmarsh for it,
>> you'll still be a blind cunt.
>>
>>
>>
>
> Feeling better now?
Ta, I'm posting from one of their accounts.
I'll see if I can post a picture of the cunt.
John Holmes
That would be nice.
--
Your mother was a worthless malingerer who was jailed for indecent
blowjobs in an igloo.
Lord Gazwad of Grantham
news:e63ap8...@257.2.2.193.Mi5M4tcH
Have the one in the dark jeans scrubbed up and given a tube of anal lube;
then send her to my bedroom.
Lop the head off the ugly one fuck her in the neck whilst she's still
twitching.
sbb78247
you can't have them, didn't you notice my initial on their tops? their
mine!
Mhzjunkie
> I never really believed myself when I stated that northern cunts are
> thicker than most cunts.
> Fuck me fucking ragged, I'm now convinced without a shadow of a doubt
> that 90% of these wankers are thicker than fucking micks.
>
> The cunts.
>
> The next wanker who stops their car in the road without due fucking
> warning and delays me by more than 10 seconds, goes to hospital.
>
> Any cunts reading this in the Grantham area be warned. I don't fuck
> about, you will lose an eye and even if I go back to Belmarsh for it,
> you'll still be a blind cunt.
Reminds me of the time I was dating this gurl. She was driving along and
started raising fifteen different type of hell because of a couple of cunts
in a little piece a shit car were following her to closely.
There I sat in the passenger seat drunk, as well as a few other things, and
not having one once of give a fuck in me at the time.
I turn and close one eye so as to get a good view of all the noise that was
flying from her gob. I listen to that shit for a bit, whilst trying my very
best to hear pink floyd over all the fucking nonsense she was belching,
until I'd had all I could take.
I rolled my side window down, and crammed a forty five automatic pistol out
and fired several rounds into the air (probably like ten rounds). Needless
to say, I could hear pink floyd again on the stereo, and I guess the cunts
behind her fell back a good distance. The gurl seem to be fine as well after
that, but she did seem somewhat whiter looking than she was before. I put it
down to the cold air from rolling the side glass down.
--
Mhzjunkie
1 PRINT "Windows XP ERROR"
GOTO 1
END
sbb78247
but were her nipples hard?
Mhzjunkie
Later on that night, yes.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
>>> The cunts.
You have a very strange idea of foreplay.
--
Rhonda Lea Kirk
Insisting on perfect safety is for people
without the balls to live in the real world.
Mary Shafer Iliff
Nobby
wrote in message news:X_0hg.12567$C83....@newsfe4-win.ntli.net...
>Dutch eunuch "John Holmes" <nos...@fuckithard.com> wrote in message
>news:200606052055...@smtp4.wanadoo.nl...
>>
Banned Apache the extinct ameoba who is going to get a sound
thrashing when I get my hands around his scrawny neck >>
>>> I never really believed myself when I stated that northern cunts are
>>> thicker than most cunts.
>>>
>>>
>>
>
>
> Ta, I'm posting from one of their accounts.
> I'll see if I can post a picture of the cunt.
twat you are exactly that, a fucking dumb twat.
I'm going to give you a good fucking kicking.
Kadaitcha Man
> You have a very strange idea of foreplay.
Australian foreplay...
"Roll over. I want a fuck."
--
alt.usenet.kooks - Pierre Salinger Memorial Hook, Line & Sinker:
September 2005 and April 2006
ObHint: Just because you argue with a notorious fuckwit netk0oK, it
does not necessarily follow that you are not also a fuckwit netk0oK.
Kadaitcha Man
shrewish gigolo, protested:
> I never really believed myself when I stated that northern cunts are
> thicker than most cunts.
> Fuck me fucking ragged, I'm now convinced without a shadow of a doubt
> that 90% of these wankers are thicker than fucking micks.
>
> The cunts.
>
> The next wanker who stops their car in the road without due fucking
> warning and delays me by more than 10 seconds, goes to hospital.
>
> Any cunts reading this in the Grantham area be warned. I don't fuck
> about, you will lose an eye and even if I go back to Belmarsh for it,
> you'll still be a blind cunt.
Ok, what did you do to get into Belmarsh the first time around?
Kadaitcha Man
> Have the one in the dark jeans scrubbed up and given a tube of anal
> lube; then send her to my bedroom.
Hold both hands up and out in front of you, palms facing away from you. Bend
your thumbs down so they form a right angle to the fingers.
See the one that resembles the shape of a letter L? Well, that's your left
hand.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk, the piggy-eyed mortician,
> cooed:
>> You have a very strange idea of foreplay.
> Australian foreplay...
> "Roll over. I want a fuck."
Well, that will work first thing in the morning before I get out of bed,
but probably not any other time. And your best bet would be to skip the
commands and go straight to the action.
I'm not very good at taking orders, but I am inclined to go with the
flow.
rl
S.Heenan
> Any cunts reading this in the Grantham area be warned. I don't fuck
> about, you will lose an eye and even if I go back to Belmarsh for it,
> you'll still be a blind cunt.
Can you ask Ronnie Biggs to autograph a tenner for me ?
John Holmes
> Lord Gazwad of Grantham <nos...@gazwad.com>, the fence viewer, yapped:
>
>
>> Have the one in the dark jeans scrubbed up and given a tube of anal
>> lube; then send her to my bedroom.
>
> Hold both hands up and out in front of you, palms facing away from
> you. Bend your thumbs down so they form a right angle to the fingers.
>
> See the one that resembles the shape of a letter L? Well, that's your
> left hand.
>
>
>
The one that resembles the shape of a letter J would be his "jerk" hand
then, am I correct?
--
Your mother was a cowardly fast-food restaurant worker who used to go mad
with a hacksaw on a canal boat.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Kadaitcha Man "contributed" in alt.os.windows-xp:
>> yapped:
>>> Have the one in the dark jeans scrubbed up and given a tube of anal
>>> lube; then send her to my bedroom.
>> Hold both hands up and out in front of you, palms facing away from
>> you. Bend your thumbs down so they form a right angle to the fingers.
>> See the one that resembles the shape of a letter L? Well, that's your
>> left hand.
> The one that resembles the shape of a letter J would be his "jerk"
> hand then, am I correct?
He's cute enough that he probably doesn't need to use that hand very
often.
Banned Apache
shabby-chiseler and undesirable arse-master who likes crude sexual
intercourse with pelicans, and whose partner is a lady in red with a
quivering foo foo, wrote in <s17nru$1yd$d...@swinish-yabbos.net>:
>
>> Have the one in the dark jeans scrubbed up and given a tube of anal
>> lube; then send her to my bedroom.
>
> Hold both hands up and out in front of you, palms facing away from
> you. Bend your thumbs down so they form a right angle to the fingers.
>
> See the one that resembles the shape of a letter L? Well, that's your
> left hand.
Thanks but I couldn't do that at the time, I had one hand clenching my nuts
and the other strangling my beefheart.
--
Lunch was nice;
Injured live rat embryos accompanied with stale aborted feotus in
snafued reindeer bladder with garlic compote and corrupted abdomen with
dinged exploding boils accompanied with boiled terrapin intestine and
quokka pimple sauce, arranged in a wriggling deep dish containing burnt
endive, vapid particles of bacon, phlegm, a side of cormorant liver and
a cup of sewage.
Banned Apache
gunner who likes wretched lollipop licking with carrier pigeons, and
whose partner is a nympho with a tight hamburger, wrote in
<e633s8$7ho$1...@nntp.aioe.org>:
Suck harder, bitch!
--
Lunch was nice;
Injured macaque hymen on top of had it mouse belly accompanied with
awful blow flies complemented by wearied chicken entrails, arranged in a
bubbling pannikin stuffed with tough pieces of carrot in rank compost
gravy, a side of lymphoma and a keg of creamed duck shit.
Banned Apache
hula-raider who likes exhilarating whisker poking with buffalos, and
whose partner is a lust-bitch with a sodden camel hoof, wrote in
<J55hg.345$Ye6...@fe04.lga>:
I do one of two things if some cunt is too close.
1) bang the brakes on, hard!
Most people bang their brakes nearly as hard as I do and then go into "oh
fuck, I'm gunna die" steering wheel yanking.
Of course, I just lift off the brakes and nail the gas. I'll do this to
anyone, whatever they are in or on. The funniest one was a huge white van
who nearly bounced off the central reservation. It's a good way to stop
cunts tailgating without the bother of waving any weapons at them.
2) lob something out of the window, old spark plugs used to be a favourite
as a good shot would smash the fuckers windscreen but someone put plod onto
why I had a cardboard box full of oily old spark plugs sitting in the
passenger foot well.
HTH
--
Lunch was nice;
Prostrate used tampons next to impure heads of lettuce and bear
intestine conserve and corrupted offal with creepy weasel eye with chive
dressing accentuated by ruined meerkat nerve and raven liver conserve,
arranged in a splashing pannikin overflowing with thin chunks of
spinach, banana pepper and veal in noxious booger stew, a side of bison
testicles and a shot glass of corn juice.
Banned Apache
jigging with garden snails, and whose partner is a street-walker with a
tender bearded taco, wrote in <zoahha$jni$w...@spent-tahitis.net.nz>:
> shrewish gigolo, protested:
>
>> I never really believed myself when I stated that northern cunts are
>> thicker than most cunts.
>> Fuck me fucking ragged, I'm now convinced without a shadow of a doubt
>> that 90% of these wankers are thicker than fucking micks.
>>
>> The cunts.
>>
>> The next wanker who stops their car in the road without due fucking
>> warning and delays me by more than 10 seconds, goes to hospital.
>>
>> Any cunts reading this in the Grantham area be warned. I don't fuck
>> about, you will lose an eye and even if I go back to Belmarsh for it,
>> you'll still be a blind cunt.
>
> Ok, what did you do to get into Belmarsh the first time around?
That was when I knocked 40% off the value of a London bus with my fists. I
took exception to him crashing into my car twice in one day.
--
Lunch was nice;
Loused up syphilis scabs and cabbage garnish on top of not cooked
syphilis scabs con thrown away zebu pussing boil with tendon vinegar in
common exploding boils, simmered in a splashing bowl chock full of tiny
morsels of string bean and bits of squash in distorted bone marrow
gravy, a side of sturgeon uterus carcinoma and a container of moonshine.
Banned Apache
gut fucker who likes shameless five finger knuckle shuffles with
warthogs, and whose partner is a flapper with a generous yeast cake,
wrote in <e658c...@257.2.2.193.Mi5M4tcH>:
Isn't he dead yet?
http://www.deadoraliveinfo.com/dead.nsf/bnames-nf/Biggs+Ronnie
--
Lunch was nice;
Snafued whore's tit blisters with unsound bowel aside stale chef's pubic
hairs complemented by beaten chicken entrails and elk lesion preserve,
arranged in a turbid deep dish with a slew of chewy cooked mussel in
infected sour cream, a side of sea cow prostate and a shot glass of pond
scum.
Dr. Bill
Tut, tut, child, pick up your dummy tit and fuck off now!
http://homepage.ntlworld.com/tony.broad/RedSeaNov02/nobby.jpg
Raving Moonies. The Cult of Meow!
Banned Apache wrote:
> Nobby <plod@needs_to_know.now>, the filthy-derelict and tubby-arsed tail
> gunner who likes wretched lollipop licking with carrier pigeons, and
> whose partner is a nympho with a tight hamburger, wrote in
> <e633s8$7ho$1...@nntp.aioe.org>:
> > The kadaitcha worshipping wanker known as "twat" <tw...@ntlworld.com>
> > wrote in message news:X_0hg.12567$C83....@newsfe4-win.ntli.net...
> >> Dutch eunuch "John Holmes" <nos...@fuckithard.com> wrote in message
> >> news:200606052055...@smtp4.wanadoo.nl...
> >>>
> > Banned Apache the extinct ameoba who is going to get a sound
> > thrashing when I get my hands around his scrawny neck >>
> >>>> I never really believed myself when I stated that northern cunts
> >>>> are thicker than most cunts.
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>
> >>> Feeling better now?
> >>
> >>
> >> Ta, I'm posting from one of their accounts.
> >> I'll see if I can post a picture of the cunt.
> >
> >
> > twat you are exactly that, a fucking dumb twat.
> > I'm going to give you a good fucking kicking.
>
> Suck harder, bitch!
Banned Apache
scabby-vagabond and quiescent gay caballero who likes lurid knee benders
with sturgeons, and whose partner is a slapper with a defective furry
horse collar, wrote in
<1149627138....@y43g2000cwc.googlegroups.com>:
>>
>> Suck harder, bitch!
> Oh, you're into gay leather chubbs, too?
>>
No, you're on your own there.
--
Lunch was nice;
Beastly needlefish blain and hamster offal preserve in worn out chef's
pubic hairs and ringtail monkey eye seasoning under dishonoured
discarded douchebags under dinged bullfrog mucus membrane, cooked in a
congealing deep dish overflowing with ratty scraps of endive and spinach
with squares of endive in rhubarb broth, a side of chimpanzee pancreas
and a glass of flea vaginal secretions.
Nobby
The pig-ugly euro abo "Banned Apache"
<alt.comp.hardware.p...@immense-breakfast.org.au> >> Banned
>> thrashing when I get my hands around his scrawny neck >>
>>>>> I never really believed myself when I stated that northern cunts
>>>>> are thicker than most cunts.
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>> Feeling better now?
>>>
>>>
>>> Ta, I'm posting from one of their accounts.
>>> I'll see if I can post a picture of the cunt.
>>
>>
>> twat you are exactly that, a fucking dumb twat.
>> I'm going to give you a good fucking kicking.
>
> Suck harder, bitch!
>
Banned Apache
who likes merciless anal inspections with humpback whales, and whose
partner is a get-around-girl with a dowdy poontang, wrote in
<e64to1$br8$1...@nntp.aioe.org>:
Come on then. You slack-arsed faggot.
--
Lunch was nice;
Dirty llama intestines with apple dressing on top of foul-smelling
syphilis scabs and platypus brain vinegar accentuated with foul-stinking
earwax balls and boa constrictor liver conserve, cooked in a gurgling
pannikin chock full of cheap hodgepodge of asparagus and scallion in
sewer water, a side of cricket pancreas carcinoma and a pint of hot
magpie serum.
Fred Tehbot
<alt.sex.wanted.spoiled.mr..mojo.risin'@ghastly-venus-fly-trap.net>,
carped in
<cross-eyed-loafer@thou-foul-and-ugly-witch-thou-block-headed-shrill-gorged-very-land-fish>:
> Kadaitcha Man <fuck-you...@kiss-my-big-black-ass.com>, the
> shabby-chiseler and undesirable arse-master who likes crude sexual
> intercourse with pelicans, and whose partner is a lady in red with a
> quivering foo foo, wrote in <s17nru$1yd$d...@swinish-yabbos.net>:
>> Lord Gazwad of Grantham <nos...@gazwad.com>, the fence viewer,
>> yapped:
>>
>>> Have the one in the dark jeans scrubbed up and given a tube of anal
>>> lube; then send her to my bedroom.
>>
>> Hold both hands up and out in front of you, palms facing away from
>> you. Bend your thumbs down so they form a right angle to the fingers.
>>
>> See the one that resembles the shape of a letter L? Well, that's your
>> left hand.
>
> Thanks but I couldn't do that at the time, I had one hand clenching
> my nuts and the other strangling my beefheart.
Grow your fingernails longer.
Fred Tehbot
<4elhn1F...@individual.net>:
> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk, the piggy-eyed mortician,
>> cooed:
>
>>> You have a very strange idea of foreplay.
>
>> Australian foreplay...
>
>> "Roll over. I want a fuck."
>
> Well, that will work first thing in the morning before I get out of
> bed, but probably not any other time. And your best bet would be to
> skip the commands and go straight to the action.
>
> I'm not very good at taking orders, but I am inclined to go with the
> flow.
Well, good for you. So, what gay group did you escape from, mister?
Fred Tehbot
<alt.pets.ferrets.flop...@displeasing-penis-piranha.co.th>,
muddled in
<fossilised-destitute@thou-infectious-sorrowful-issue-thou-pox-marked-very-forward-march-chick>:
> Kadaitcha Man <fuck-you...@kiss-my-big-black-ass.com>, the
> decrepit-tramp and unhygienic shirttail-lifter who likes crude buttock
> jigging with garden snails, and whose partner is a street-walker with
> a tender bearded taco, wrote in <zoahha$jni$w...@spent-tahitis.net.nz>:
>> Banned Apache <rec.arts.humb...@malignant-chumino.org>, the
>> shrewish gigolo, protested:
>>
>>> I never really believed myself when I stated that northern cunts are
>>> thicker than most cunts.
>>> Fuck me fucking ragged, I'm now convinced without a shadow of a
>>> doubt that 90% of these wankers are thicker than fucking micks.
>>>
>>> The cunts.
>>>
>>> The next wanker who stops their car in the road without due fucking
>>> warning and delays me by more than 10 seconds, goes to hospital.
>>>
>>> Any cunts reading this in the Grantham area be warned. I don't fuck
>>> about, you will lose an eye and even if I go back to Belmarsh for
>>> it, you'll still be a blind cunt.
>>
>> Ok, what did you do to get into Belmarsh the first time around?
>
> That was when I knocked 40% off the value of a London bus with my
> fists. I took exception to him crashing into my car twice in one day.
lol
Banned Apache
and brawny intestine robber who likes untamed leg stretchers with
aardvarks, and whose partner is a lady-of-the-town with a glowing ham
sandwich, wrote in
<B0FBEA75.EA064193.8D895B5F.E17743D6.412D01E6.10DE4099.A1A36346.208674BD.676284E4.BBE4F5E8...@flabby-cock.co.jp>:
I only cut them the other day, I might grow them back and have them pierced.
--
Lunch was nice;
Screwed up human armpit hairs and komodo dragon vomit vinaigrette
accentuated with beaten hobo's nose hairs with not cooked syphilis scabs
with balled up bobcat clitoris under dissipated cadaver foreskins and
turnip extract, simmered in a congealing tureen brimming with medium to
well done bamboo, fatty cooked reptile egg and crustacean, sour cream, a
side of chocolate and a bottle of skunk piss.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk, expanded:
>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk, the piggy-eyed mortician,
>>> cooed:
>>>> You have a very strange idea of foreplay.
>>> Australian foreplay...
>>> "Roll over. I want a fuck."
>> Well, that will work first thing in the morning before I get out of
>> bed, but probably not any other time. And your best bet would be to
>> skip the commands and go straight to the action.
>> I'm not very good at taking orders, but I am inclined to go with the
>> flow.
> Well, good for you. So, what gay group did you escape from, mister?
rec.skydiving, mostly. And that would be "Ms." to you.
Kadaitcha Man
brooded:
> Fred Tehbot wrote:
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk, expanded:
>>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk, the piggy-eyed mortician,
>>>> cooed:
>
>>>>> You have a very strange idea of foreplay.
>
>>>> Australian foreplay...
>
>>>> "Roll over. I want a fuck."
>
>>> Well, that will work first thing in the morning before I get out of
>>> bed, but probably not any other time. And your best bet would be to
>>> skip the commands and go straight to the action.
>
>>> I'm not very good at taking orders, but I am inclined to go with the
>>> flow.
>
>> Well, good for you. So, what gay group did you escape from, mister?
>
> rec.skydiving, mostly. And that would be "Ms." to you.
Sure, mister. Anything you say, mister.
<aside>
If anyone tells her that the last bitch I did this to sent me pictures of
her tits, I'll fucking drop you one.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the keeper and catcher of
> birds, brooded:
>> Fred Tehbot wrote:
>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk, expanded:
>>>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk, the piggy-eyed mortician,
>>>>> cooed:
>>>>>> You have a very strange idea of foreplay.
>>>>> Australian foreplay...
>>>>> "Roll over. I want a fuck."
>>>> Well, that will work first thing in the morning before I get out of
>>>> bed, but probably not any other time. And your best bet would be to
>>>> skip the commands and go straight to the action.
>>>> I'm not very good at taking orders, but I am inclined to go with
>>>> the flow.
>>> Well, good for you. So, what gay group did you escape from, mister?
>> rec.skydiving, mostly. And that would be "Ms." to you.
> Sure, mister. Anything you say, mister.
> <aside>
> If anyone tells her that the last bitch I did this to sent me
> pictures of her tits, I'll fucking drop you one.
I've got much better pictures than that. ;)
But what would you do with them?
relic
gur ynfg ovgpu V qvq guvf gb frag zr cvpgherf bs ure gvgf
Rhonda Lea Kirk
>>>>>>> Australian foreplay...
Lbh jrera'g fhccbfrq gb gryy zr.
Kadaitcha Man
fussed:
> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the keeper and catcher of
>> birds, brooded:
>>> Fred Tehbot wrote:
>>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk, expanded:
>>>>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>>>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk, the piggy-eyed mortician,
>>>>>> cooed:
>
>>>>>>> You have a very strange idea of foreplay.
>
>>>>>> Australian foreplay...
>
>>>>>> "Roll over. I want a fuck."
>
>>>>> Well, that will work first thing in the morning before I get out
>>>>> of bed, but probably not any other time. And your best bet would
>>>>> be to skip the commands and go straight to the action.
>
>>>>> I'm not very good at taking orders, but I am inclined to go with
>>>>> the flow.
>
>>>> Well, good for you. So, what gay group did you escape from, mister?
>
>>> rec.skydiving, mostly. And that would be "Ms." to you.
>
>> Sure, mister. Anything you say, mister.
>
>> <aside>
>> If anyone tells her that the last bitch I did this to sent me
>> pictures of her tits, I'll fucking drop you one.
>
> I've got much better pictures than that. ;)
>
> But what would you do with them?
Post them in here.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
>>>>>>> Australian foreplay...
> Post them in here.
I'm sorry, dear one. They're not for the rabble, and there is quite a
bit of rabble passing through here right now.
A very, very few of my closest friends have copies, but I've been rather
careful about picking my victims, and all that work would be for naught
were I to allow you to post them here. :)
rl
Kadaitcha Man
disclosed:
That's where we differ. I'm not fussed about who becomes a victim.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the travel-worn stuffer,
> disclosed:
>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the utterer of shallow
>>> remarks, fussed:
>>>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>>>> <aside>
>>>>> If anyone tells her that the last bitch I did this to sent me
>>>>> pictures of her tits, I'll fucking drop you one.
>>>> I've got much better pictures than that. ;)
>>>> But what would you do with them?
>>> Post them in here.
>> I'm sorry, dear one. They're not for the rabble, and there is quite a
>> bit of rabble passing through here right now.
>> A very, very few of my closest friends have copies, but I've been
>> rather careful about picking my victims, and all that work would be
>> for naught were I to allow you to post them here. :)
> That's where we differ. I'm not fussed about who becomes a victim.
I know.
But y'know the old saw about, "If you didn't get video, it didn't
happen"?
Usenet is just a lot of meaningless and random words tossed about by
people who need a momentary diversion. An afternoon's entertainment, no
more no less. (It doesn't mean that people do not on occasion form
meaningful bonds, but that's a separate issue, and it usually begins
with email and sometimes goes on to become part of real life. Some of
the best friends I've got arose from this chaotic froth, not to mention
a boy-toy or three.)
Pictures, on the other hand, are real in a very immediate sense.
So while I'm semi-willing to become a victim of someone's words--whether
as the brunt of a joke or as part of a sociopathic rampage--I'm not
willing to victimize myself with graphical representations.
I positively adore you, KMan, so I would never consider even trying to
make you look like a fool, but I'm not dumb enough to expect you to feel
the same way about me.
Kadaitcha Man
feet & hands, exhorted:
You poor thing. You need to be put out of your misery.
> so I would never consider even trying to
> make you look like a fool, but I'm not dumb enough to expect you to
> feel the same way about me.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk, the sufferer of diseases of the
> feet & hands, exhorted:
More like I have a mechanical problem involving mouth and foot. ;)
<snipped>
>> So while I'm semi-willing to become a victim of someone's
>> words--whether as the brunt of a joke or as part of a sociopathic
>> rampage--I'm not willing to victimize myself with graphical
>> representations.
>> I positively adore you, KMan,
> You poor thing. You need to be put out of your misery.
And how, exactly, would that be implemented?
I'll tell you what, though. I'm not very miserable right now. I'm more
like really hot under the collar.
I'm involved in a protracted, and somewhat obnoxious WGA debate in
windowsxp.general, and tonight I got an email from some total fuckwit
who, seeing that I was engaged in battle with his favorite stalkee,
thought I would thrill to the idea of his paying a surprise visit to the
guy and having a talk with him.
WTF?!
There's no doubt that I'm eccentric to the extreme, but who really
stalks someone in real life on the basis of usenet posts?
<shakes head>
So, anyway, back to my miserable plight. What's your solution?
<snipped>
Kadaitcha Man
paper or other material in imitation of marble, fretted:
> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk, the sufferer of diseases of the
>> feet & hands, exhorted:
>
> More like I have a mechanical problem involving mouth and foot. ;)
>
> <snipped>
>
>>> So while I'm semi-willing to become a victim of someone's
>>> words--whether as the brunt of a joke or as part of a sociopathic
>>> rampage--I'm not willing to victimize myself with graphical
>>> representations.
>>> I positively adore you, KMan,
>
>> You poor thing. You need to be put out of your misery.
>
> And how, exactly, would that be implemented?
<aside>
HEY! JACK!
> I'll tell you what, though. I'm not very miserable right now.
I can have that fixed.
> I'm more
> like really hot under the collar.
Pity you're not hot under the knickers.
> I'm involved in a protracted, and somewhat obnoxious WGA debate in
> windowsxp.general, and tonight I got an email from some total fuckwit
> who, seeing that I was engaged in battle with his favorite stalkee,
> thought I would thrill to the idea of his paying a surprise visit to
> the guy and having a talk with him.
>
> WTF?!
>
> There's no doubt that I'm eccentric to the extreme, but who really
> stalks someone in real life on the basis of usenet posts?
Hahaha. I collect stalkers like they were going out of fashion.
> <shakes head>
>
> So, anyway, back to my miserable plight. What's your solution?
<aside>
HEY! JACK! Where are you, you bastard?
Dr. Jack Kevorkian
<4en3k0F...@individual.net>...
> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk, the sufferer of diseases of the
>> feet & hands, exhorted:
>
> More like I have a mechanical problem involving mouth and foot. ;)
>
> <snipped>
>
>>> So while I'm semi-willing to become a victim of someone's
>>> words--whether as the brunt of a joke or as part of a sociopathic
>>> rampage--I'm not willing to victimize myself with graphical
>>> representations.
>>> I positively adore you, KMan,
>
>> You poor thing. You need to be put out of your misery.
>
> And how, exactly, would that be implemented?
The first appointment is free and no repeat visits are required. Guaranteed.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk wrote:
>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk, the sufferer of diseases of the
>>> feet & hands, exhorted:
>> More like I have a mechanical problem involving mouth and foot. ;)
>> <snipped>
>>>> So while I'm semi-willing to become a victim of someone's
>>>> words--whether as the brunt of a joke or as part of a sociopathic
>>>> rampage--I'm not willing to victimize myself with graphical
>>>> representations.
>>>> I positively adore you, KMan,
>>> You poor thing. You need to be put out of your misery.
>> And how, exactly, would that be implemented?
> The first appointment is free and no repeat visits are required.
> Guaranteed.
I'm afraid that my preferred way out would take you quite a long time
given my state of good health.
And it just might be the death of you. ;)
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the employee who stains veins
> on paper or other material in imitation of marble, fretted:
>
>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk, the sufferer of diseases of the
>>> feet & hands, exhorted:
>>
>> More like I have a mechanical problem involving mouth and foot. ;)
<snipped>
>>>> I positively adore you, KMan,
>>> You poor thing. You need to be put out of your misery.
>>
>> And how, exactly, would that be implemented?
>
> <aside>
> HEY! JACK!
>
>> I'll tell you what, though. I'm not very miserable right now.
>
> I can have that fixed.
I'm much more fun when I'm not miserable. In person, anyway.
>> I'm more
>> like really hot under the collar.
>
> Pity you're not hot under the knickers.
I'm always that, so it really wasn't worth mentioning. ;)
<snipped>
>> There's no doubt that I'm eccentric to the extreme, but who really
>> stalks someone in real life on the basis of usenet posts?
>
> Hahaha. I collect stalkers like they were going out of fashion.
Indeed. I can't keep up with AUK; it makes me dizzy. And there are
other groups I wouldn't look at on a bet, but they do tend to leak.
Ah well, I suppose that keeping psychos busy on usenet serves to keep
them off the street where they might do real harm.
>> <shakes head>
>>
>> So, anyway, back to my miserable plight. What's your solution?
>
> <aside>
> HEY! JACK! Where are you, you bastard?
In ash, where he belongs?
I'm not quite ready to end it, dear. I guess I'll just have to go on
living in misery, if that's the best solution you have to offer. ;)
Nobby
<alt.recovery.teu...@tattered-lovebox.com.au> wrote in message
news:crippled-dawdler@thou-turd-thou-neutered-rug-headed-old-white-bearded-satan...
> Nobby <plod@needs_to_know.now>, the gaunt-wretch and vain counterjumper
> who likes merciless anal inspections with humpback whales, and whose
> partner is a get-around-girl with a dowdy poontang, wrote in
> <e64to1$br8$1...@nntp.aioe.org>:
>> The pig-ugly euro abo "Banned Apache"
>> <alt.comp.hardware.p...@immense-breakfast.org.au> >>
>> Banned Apache the extinct ameoba who is going to get a sound
>>>> thrashing when I get my hands around his scrawny neck >>
>>>>>>> I never really believed myself when I stated that northern cunts
>>>>>>> are thicker than most cunts.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Feeling better now?
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>> Ta, I'm posting from one of their accounts.
>>>>> I'll see if I can post a picture of the cunt.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> twat you are exactly that, a fucking dumb twat.
>>>> I'm going to give you a good fucking kicking.
>>>
>>> Suck harder, bitch!
>>>
>> I'm going to punch your fucking lights out you pathetic cunt.
>
> Come on then. You slack-arsed faggot.
>
pliable rent boys don't you, I bet you also say it to the ugly
bald Abo poofter Don when you two are cyber-sexing.
You are going to get such a fucking slap when I catch up with
you.
Banned Apache
sperm burper who likes decadent hedge-hog violation with bullfrogs, and
whose partner is a freaky-cum-girl with a sickly putang, wrote in
<e66smu$79l$1...@nntp.aioe.org>:
Oh really.
Why don't you tell me where you'd like to meet up with as many of your so
called friends as you like.
Just make sure you bring your hospital clothes with you.
You stupid fucking cunt.
--
Lunch was nice;
Packed-up chicken entrails and tree mouse carcinoma topping accentuated
with beat-up discarded douchebags and foreskin extract accompanied by
trashed intestines on top of no go black snake kidney stones and hagfish
offal vinaigrette garnished with cooked discarded douchebags and
porpoise canker garnish accompanied with underdone viper stomach with
anus garnish with whacked chicken entrails, simmered in a randomly
twitching double boiler brimming with flavourless pieces of unidentified
floaty bits and lung in festering brussel sprout juice, a side of foetal
maggot lung and a gallon of coagulated parsnip soup.
Nobby
"Banned Apache"
<alt.conspiracy....@rough-garage-of-love.net.jp> wrote in
message
news:gurgling-freeloader@thou-prince-of-fiends-thou-maggot-infested-plume-plucked-general-filth...
>
> Oh really.
> Why don't you tell me where you'd like to meet up with as many of your so
> called friends as you like.
> Just make sure you bring your hospital clothes with you.
>
> You stupid fucking cunt.
>
It's a deal you dick, all this weekend I'll be skateboarding on the
Southbank
at the established pitch under the Nat Theatre.
I'm 185ibs, 5'11", white, early 20's with long hair that will be ponytailed.
You'll know me straight away, I'll wear red T-shirt on sat with "Pretty
Vacant"
The area is fully CCTV, so nobody there will trouble you.
You prove you ain't tooled up, I'll prove same to you.
Then we go to the disused landfill now used as car park behind Stamford
street.
And I will fucking batter you.
Banned Apache
speedway rider who likes ceaseless shank cranking with locusts, and
whose partner is a love-peddler with a displeasing furry front bottom,
wrote in <e67db0$596$1...@nntp.aioe.org>:
You couldn't batter a fish, you fucking student gimp.
--
Lunch was nice;
Enervated coral snake bane with lemon extract accentuated with impaired
chicken entrails and liver sauce, served in a steaming bowl containing
rare cooked cherry tomato, bleached uncooked tuna and remnants of an
unidentifiable organ, vomit, a side of sea otter testicles and a pint of
syphilis tea.
Nobby
"Banned Apache"
<alt.binaries.erotica...@unhappy-meat-muffin.com> wrote in
message
news:noxious-street-bum@thou-churlish-mute-contemplative-thou-repugnant-hog-sucker...
Of course you are not going to be the cissy cunt and
bottle out are you? So this weekend you and I meet up
and you can prove to me you ain't the biggest fat cunt
luser of a virtual reality wanker that we all know you
to be, so see you there........................
Banned Apache
pile-driver who likes sordid dickie licking with raccoons, and whose
partner is a short-time girl with a hideous furry horse collar, wrote in
<e67etr$pue$1...@nntp.aioe.org>:
I'll post a picture of your eyeball a few hours after I pluck it out.
Which eye would you rather keep, can't have you falling off your skateboard
can we? Child.
--
Lunch was nice;
Hackneyed cadaver foreskins accompanied with beat-up aborted feotus next
to beastly used cat litter chips and apple extract with nearly raw
innards aside fried vermin artery with fouled up boa constrictor breast
and marmoset nostril extract, dished up in a wriggling double boiler
chock full of warm squares of chestnut and kelp in pepper broth, a side
of cabbage chips and a bowl of saliva.
Kadaitcha Man
deviant ass king who likes hardhearted pile driving with marsupials, and
whose partner is a girl on the make with a dishevelled turkey beard,
wrote in <4eo6h9F...@individual.net>:
No, it's not the best solution I have to offer, but it is the only one I'm
willing to offer until there is some evidence that you're not either a bloke
or a grossly fat chick whose face looks like the arse end of a horse doing a
shit.
--
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Banned Apache
liaisons with toads, and whose partner is a nymph with an infected
vertical bacon slice, wrote in
<8k3ikr$jon$r...@joyless-rib-cushions.org.uk>:
They usually are one of the two or sometimes both.
Either that or one of those bloody wimmin things that belong with the
dingoes.
--
Lunch was nice;
Concocted jerboa ligament and tarantula belly marinade accentuated with
in smithereens Norway rat spit and tick labia extract con half-raw used
tampons and lemon seasoning accentuated by dead suckerfish innards with
apple topping, cooked in a splashing deep dish heaped with raw spinach,
warm particles of lobster, beef and lobster, sour cream, a side of
foetal Persian cat liver and a bowl of mouldy yoghurt.
Kadaitcha Man
<alt.binaries.erotica.mult...@hulking-birth-cannon.org.uk>,
the bald-headed derelict and tedious knob jockey who likes illicit butt
sniping with koala bears, and whose partner is a flash-girl with hot
bologna curtains, wrote in
<anorexic-ragbag@thou-of-basest-function-thou-neutered-second-hand-panderly-rascal>:
I'm not concerned about her being an ugly fat chick at all - I'll just
moderate my words so as never to inadvertently convey any notion of 'SHOW US
YOU TITS!'
--
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after the Transport Minister in 1934.; aberrant sexual behavior; Banned
Apache, Tanned Babe Muffdived For Facial By Old Man; blue joke; Tiny
Titted Grandma Banned Apache Gets Facial Cumshot; Desperately Seeking
Semen; depraved couch rugby; making; spike-faggot; exploitative noodle
doodling; giving lip service; debilitating hand jiving; barnwell ague;
human enema; afternoon gig; backdoor-birth; embryonic dirty pillows;
bulbous satellites; have; flesh it; ineffectual porkeroon; black jock;
and grunt; boffing; rose; Banned Apache, Depraved Teen Gets Her Face
Drenched In Piss; stormy dick; Cupid's toothpaste : n. Cross between
Aphrodite's Evostick (qv) and denture glue; that which women spit (qv)
or swallow (qv). Also tapioca toothpaste.; slushy foofer; sorry
pastries; Banned Apache, Innocent Twink Gets Hardcore Ass Fucked;
detestable beaver shooting; balls and bat; unit n. Penis. As in: "I
slipped her my unit".; the plague; Banned Apache, Exotic Tranny Suck
Cock Outdoor On Knees; extravagant arse fuck; foul little colonel;
bubatoes; Banned Apache, Gay Oral And Dildo Hardcore; swat your twat;
slimy snake charmer; lethal whisker poking; timbered; feral bed flute
beating; dip; wicked deep-throating; Gonad the Barbarian; tragic covert
homosexual; fruit that made; naughty chocolate runway pirate; have a bit
of curly greens; belly bristles; exploitative pearl necklace; happy lamp
: n. Sixth gear stick. As in: 'I'm horny (qv). Think I'll give my happy
lamp a quick buff'.; withering furry front bottom; vegetative pud
fuddler; analism; eminences; babys public house; feral wanking; tinpot
closet queen; tame her shrew; undersized piccolo; Banned Apache old fart
gang banged by whoopee-fluffs; Banned Apache and Muscle workers doing
amazing ass licking and rimming; curse; Banned Apache, Ebony Hooker
Doggystyle Pussy Banged; Busty Babe Banned Apache Gets Nipple & Pussy
Clamps; Shaved Fat Grandma Banned Apache Masturbating With Tools;
Bondaged Slave Clip Clamp Vibrator Tortured; low-grade cigar-burn; beach
bunny; buckets; dateless ass-boy; lever; gaping asshole; large anal
collar; deadly cum bucket; dwarf eggplants; scurvy boneless beef; cum
swallowing steve keith; horrendous get-a-leg-over; three-chinned
maricon; filthy clit slit; unpleasant dirt-chute; supple him-her;
standing; water spout; lank xcaliber; rickety whamadoodle; grungy flesh
missile; slippery gator grip; disgraceful womb ferret; heartless bone
smuggling; exotic weasel decongesting; apache; breasting
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the horrid ne'er-do-well and
> deviant ass king who likes hardhearted pile driving with marsupials,
> and whose partner is a girl on the make with a dishevelled turkey
>> I'm not quite ready to end it, dear. I guess I'll just have to go on
>> living in misery, if that's the best solution you have to offer. ;)
>
> No, it's not the best solution I have to offer, but it is the only
> one I'm willing to offer until there is some evidence that you're not
> either a bloke or a grossly fat chick whose face looks like the arse
> end of a horse doing a shit.
I see your point. :)
That's the trouble with what usenet has become. In my own online circle,
everyone knows I'm a girl, because they've either spent some time with
mel or know someone who has. And that was as true back in the old
rec.skydiving days as it is now since my entire tribe abandoned usenet
for dropzone dot com.
It is quite difficult--nay, impossible--in group as small and as closely
connected as skydivers, to maintain a pretense for very long. And
because I spent a couple of years as a manifestor at what is referred to
by the news media as an "international skydiving mecca," I know a whole
lot more people in my communitiy than I would otherwise, including more
than a few from your part of the world.
So, I can actually prove who I am. Out here in the wild, however, I
never know who I'm talking to because everyone morphs in strange and
mysterious ways. I can't really keep up with it all, and I don't really
care. My own philosophy is that I will take those who are bright lights
at face value without worrying how they look, and the rest don't matter.
rl
Kadaitcha Man
Hang about - if you are a grossly fat chick whose face looks like the arse
end of a horse doing a shit then there's no way I'm taking you at face
value.
On the other hand, not knowing what I want to know serves both as a leverage
point for stirring you up, as well as acting as a moderator of the types of
conversations I will allow myself to engage in with you.
It serves no other purpose; I don't give a shit what you look like or what
you are or who you are in real life - this is usenet and it is far from real
life. Essentially that means I will continue to do what I have done for more
than one and a half decades on usenet...
Serve up copious amounts of bullshit to anyone willing to swallow it.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the fence viewer, chinned:
<snipped>
>> So, I can actually prove who I am. Out here in the wild, however, I
>> never know who I'm talking to because everyone morphs in strange and
>> mysterious ways. I can't really keep up with it all, and I don't
>> really care. My own philosophy is that I will take those who are
>> bright lights at face value without worrying how they look, and the
>> rest don't matter.
> Hang about - if you are a grossly fat chick whose face looks like the
> arse end of a horse doing a shit then there's no way I'm taking you
> at face value.
Even if I'm really hot, I could still be psychotic. ;)
> On the other hand, not knowing what I want to know serves both as a
> leverage point for stirring you up, as well as acting as a moderator
> of the types of conversations I will allow myself to engage in with
> you.
My only fear is that I'm boring you to death.
> It serves no other purpose; I don't give a shit what you look like or
> what you are or who you are in real life - this is usenet and it is
> far from real life.
That's true for the large part of usenet, and it's also true when great
distances are involved. But there are exceptions.
I've had two moderately bad experiences--in the early 90s, a guy who
wrote for one of the computer magazines (MacWorld, IIRC) took the train
down to Princeton from New York to have dinner with me. He apparently
thought there was no question I would take him home and fuck his brains
out, so he was on his most obnoxious and egocentric behavior all
evening. Eventually, he started to scare me, but I was on home ground,
so it was easy enough to get rid of him. And then there was another one
a few years ago, but he was just...neurotic.
The rest have enlivened my life.
As for the skydivers...well, they run the gamut, but they don't really
count as "friends I first met online," even if that's where I first
encountered them, so any bad experiences there have nothing to do with
usenet.
> Essentially that means I will continue to do what
> I have done for more than one and a half decades on usenet...
I've been online since '89. Sorry I missed you.
> Serve up copious amounts of bullshit to anyone willing to swallow it.
I know. :)
Kadaitcha Man
> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the fence viewer, chinned:
>
> <snipped>
>
>>> So, I can actually prove who I am. Out here in the wild, however, I
>>> never know who I'm talking to because everyone morphs in strange and
>>> mysterious ways. I can't really keep up with it all, and I don't
>>> really care. My own philosophy is that I will take those who are
>>> bright lights at face value without worrying how they look, and the
>>> rest don't matter.
>
>> Hang about - if you are a grossly fat chick whose face looks like the
>> arse end of a horse doing a shit then there's no way I'm taking you
>> at face value.
>
> Even if I'm really hot, I could still be psychotic. ;)
True.
>> On the other hand, not knowing what I want to know serves both as a
>> leverage point for stirring you up, as well as acting as a moderator
>> of the types of conversations I will allow myself to engage in with
>> you.
>
> My only fear is that I'm boring you to death.
No. Lamers are boring and the penalty for lamery is a plonking into the
eternal bit-bucket.
>> It serves no other purpose; I don't give a shit what you look like or
>> what you are or who you are in real life - this is usenet and it is
>> far from real life.
>
> That's true for the large part of usenet, and it's also true when
> great distances are involved. But there are exceptions.
>
> I've had two moderately bad experiences--in the early 90s, a guy who
> wrote for one of the computer magazines (MacWorld, IIRC) took the
> train down to Princeton from New York to have dinner with me. He
> apparently thought there was no question I would take him home and
> fuck his brains out, so he was on his most obnoxious and egocentric
> behavior all evening. Eventually, he started to scare me, but I was
> on home ground, so it was easy enough to get rid of him. And then
> there was another one a few years ago, but he was just...neurotic.
>
> The rest have enlivened my life.
Ok, so now I'm getting the idea that you're a slut.
> As for the skydivers...well, they run the gamut, but they don't really
> count as "friends I first met online," even if that's where I first
> encountered them, so any bad experiences there have nothing to do with
> usenet.
I skydived once, not long after spending four and a half months in hospital
completely battered up from a minor altercation with a 42,000kg truck.
The experience sort of took my breath away as I realised how fast the ground
was approaching. I only did it to prove that I could.
>> Essentially that means I will continue to do what
>> I have done for more than one and a half decades on usenet...
>
> I've been online since '89. Sorry I missed you.
>> Serve up copious amounts of bullshit to anyone willing to swallow it.
>
> I know. :)
:D
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the press officer, whispered:
> Ok, so now I'm getting the idea that you're a slut.
I guess that depends on how you define "slut." I can be very slutty if
the situation is right. ;)
I have a lot of friends, but I don't fuck all or even most of them.
OTOH, I do have a certain fondness for sex, and I'm not at all hesitant
(except here) to discuss it in detail.
A friend of mine once posted: "Rhonda Lea, saving the world one sex
thread at a time," and it pleased me so much, I used it as a sig.
I did, however, upset a few male friends recently with a series of posts
that proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that women who "squirt" are
doing nothing more or less than failing to exercise bladder control.
They just did not want to believe that they'd been pissed on.
Sexual ignorance is just inexcusable in this day and age.
>> As for the skydivers...well, they run the gamut, but they don't
>> really count as "friends I first met online," even if that's where I
>> first encountered them, so any bad experiences there have nothing to
>> do with usenet.
>
> I skydived once, not long after spending four and a half months in
> hospital completely battered up from a minor altercation with a
> 42,000kg truck.
Sounds to me like you're living on bonus days. I'm really glad you're
still here.
> The experience sort of took my breath away as I realised how fast the
> ground was approaching. I only did it to prove that I could.
It's something, isn't it? Before I quit, I made about 250 skydives and
five base (bridge) jumps. My first jump was inspired by a burning need
to defy death. A friend of mine--Tom Mandel, who was something of a
legend on the Well--was dying, and I needed to do...something,
anything...I don't know. I never have figured out why I picked
skydiving, but the idea lodged in my mind, and off to the dz I went. I
made the actual jump the day he married Maria, three days before he
died.
I only ever intended to jump once, but I loved it so much, I continued
on. I took a two year break to groundcrew for a basejumping boyfriend,
which was...interesting. I was also lucky enough to groundcrew the last
*successful* jump from the Empire State Building in '98. Then I quit a
good job (as a paralegal) to work on a dropzone for a pittance (as a
manifestor), and I just procrastinated my way into quitting the sport.
"I'll jump tomorrow," can become an endless cycle. It got so bad that
the general manager would tell me to get out and not come back until I'd
made a skydive. And I'd say, "But I have work to do."
After a good friend died one day--not more than 30 feet from the
manifest window--I made one more jump, and I never jumped again.
There's a lot of death in it, but a lot of life too. I miss it
sometimes, and every now and again, I think I'll go back. No way to
tell, but I watch this birdlet learning to fly, and it burns a little.
Ah. Okay. Here's me, off the NRGB in '97. I'm the entire first row under
the caption "NRGBD-97. Rhonda, Sergey, Amy, Fishman, BJ and me."
http://maxf.net/~outrager/day0.html
>>> Essentially that means I will continue to do what
>>> I have done for more than one and a half decades on usenet...
>>
>> I've been online since '89. Sorry I missed you.
>
> r...@praxa.com.au
That was neat. :)
I've always used a real working address on usenet, because I like
getting mail more than I hate spam. And all my accounts now, including
this one, have good filters anyway.
I had a compuserve account and a delphi account and an account through a
local legal bbs, but I can't find anything on google from me prior to
'95. This is mostly because I don't remember my compuserve number, and
v0...@delphi.com comes up with nothing every time I search. I can't even
find the alt.callahan's plaque I posted for Tom in '95, a few days after
he died. Around then, I started using the AOL account I opened in '89,
because it was the only access I had from work. I also had an account
with a small local ISP (rhon...@skyweb.net). But except for when I
*couldn't* use my real name, I've pretty much always used my real name.
>>> Serve up copious amounts of bullshit to anyone willing to swallow
>>> it.
>>
>> I know. :)
>
>> D
<laughing>
There's all too little laughter in the world. Those who create some are
a treasure.
Kadaitcha Man
> I did, however, upset a few male friends recently with a series of
> posts that proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that women who
> "squirt" are doing nothing more or less than failing to exercise
> bladder control. They just did not want to believe that they'd been
> pissed on.
I'm busting for a piss and I'm in a conference call. I would like to see
your proof on that. I'll respond to the rest when I can concentrate on
something other than my soon to explode bladder.
--
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the piano tuner, stewed:
>> I did, however, upset a few male friends recently with a series of
>> posts that proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that women who
>> "squirt" are doing nothing more or less than failing to exercise
>> bladder control. They just did not want to believe that they'd been
>> pissed on.
> I'm busting for a piss and I'm in a conference call. I would like to
> see your proof on that. I'll respond to the rest when I can
> concentrate on something other than my soon to explode bladder.
Are you okay, or are you in the hospital? Just wondering if I need to
send flowers and a get well card. ;)
Anyway <big sigh> I'm not going to do all that googling for evidence all
over again; therefore:
or, in the interest of saving you from a broken link:
http://makeashorterlink.com/?T26F23A3D
It was a relatively hot topic with a lot of posts, but towards the end,
most of them are mine. The definitive link is in post #58, but some of
the others are...um...downright embarrassing. <laughing> I was on a roll
that day.
<snipped>
rl
Kadaitcha Man
henpecked:
> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the piano tuner, stewed:
>
>>> I did, however, upset a few male friends recently with a series of
>>> posts that proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that women who
>>> "squirt" are doing nothing more or less than failing to exercise
>>> bladder control. They just did not want to believe that they'd been
>>> pissed on.
>
>> I'm busting for a piss and I'm in a conference call. I would like to
>> see your proof on that. I'll respond to the rest when I can
>> concentrate on something other than my soon to explode bladder.
>
> Are you okay, or are you in the hospital? Just wondering if I need to
> send flowers and a get well card. ;)
>
> Anyway <big sigh> I'm not going to do all that googling for evidence
> all over again; therefore:
>
> http://www.dropzone.com/cgi-bin/forum/gforum.cgi?do=post_view_flat;post=2021958;page=1;sb=post_latest_reply;so=ASC;mh=25;
>
> or, in the interest of saving you from a broken link:
>
> http://makeashorterlink.com/?T26F23A3D
>
> It was a relatively hot topic with a lot of posts, but towards the
> end, most of them are mine. The definitive link is in post #58, but
> some of the others are...um...downright embarrassing. <laughing> I
> was on a roll that day.
Well, you're going to have to start the argument all over again...
Forums: An error occurred
No such action
'post_view_flat;post=2021958;page=1;sb=post_latest_reply;so=ASC;mh=25;'
Rhonda Lea Kirk
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the tonsorial chancellor,
>> henpecked:
>>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the piano tuner, stewed:
>>>>> I did, however, upset a few male friends recently with a series of
>>>>> posts that proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that women who
>>>>> "squirt" are doing nothing more or less than failing to exercise
>>>>> bladder control. They just did not want to believe that they'd
>>>>> been pissed on.
>>>> I'm busting for a piss and I'm in a conference call. I would like
>>>> to see your proof on that. I'll respond to the rest when I can
>>>> concentrate on something other than my soon to explode bladder.
>>> Are you okay, or are you in the hospital? Just wondering if I need
>>> to send flowers and a get well card. ;)
>>> Anyway <big sigh> I'm not going to do all that googling for evidence
>>> all over again; therefore:
<snipped non-working link>
>>> It was a relatively hot topic with a lot of posts, but towards the
>>> end, most of them are mine. The definitive link is in post #58, but
>>> some of the others are...um...downright embarrassing. <laughing> I
>>> was on a roll that day.
>> Well, you're going to have to start the argument all over again...
>> Forums: An error occurred
>>
>> No such action
>> 'post_view_flat;post=2021958;page=1;sb=post_latest_reply;so=ASC;mh=25;'
Son of a bitch.
It works for me. I wonder...
It used to be that all the forums were open, and only Incidents required
a log-in. I must have fucked up the link, because I can't believe
Sangiro would lock the whole board down. Sorry.
Try this:
http://www.dropzone.com/cgi-bin/forum/gforum.cgi?post=2021958
I have to run to the store, because it's closing in 30 minutes. If that
link doesn't work, I'll copy and paste what I wrote (with the external
links) as soon as I get back.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
This was interesting, and I initially posted it without a lot of
comment:
http://www.the-clitoris.com/f_html/ejacula.htm
It's very high on speculation, but at the end, it's honest enough to
include the quote from Beverly Whipple.
This came next. I was still being lazy. Most of what I know about this
subject does not come from the internet, but books and other
publications. It was difficult to find reliable sources, and this one is
a little...um...well...I used it but I wasn't happy with it.
"I just want to distinguish something here.
http://www.jackinworld.com/library/science/physorg.html
'Orgasm in women involves rhythmic contractions of the uterus and the
muscles that surround the vagina. Women normally experience 3 to 10 very
strong contractions that occur at 0.8-second intervals. These initial
contractions may be followed by 3 to 6 slower and weaker contractions.
Some women also release a small gush of fluid.'
As far as I know, that small gush of fluid has nothing to do with what
all the porn pages are referring to as "squirting" orgasms. The former
originates in the vagina, the latter in the bladder.
And most of the argument against "squirting" orgasms is that upon
examination, a large measure of the fluid is found to be urine."
And then I was amused to discover:
"Too late. So many people looked at the link I posted, the site went
down. 'The server is temporarily unable to service your request due to
the site owner reaching his/her bandwidth limit. Please try again
later.' Although, if you google for it, you can looked at the cached
page.
And while you're at it, you can google for the credentials of Beverly
Whipple (http://www.sexualhealth.com/experts.php?Action=view&user=36),
who says, 'Since most women are lying on their backs during sex and the
amount of fluid is so small [about a teaspoon], it sometimes doesn't
come out.' Another perspective on this is on the site that all of you
overwhelmed: '...but the chances are, the women seen ejaculating in
adult movies are most likely urinating, not ejaculating. They are
intentionally squirting urine to simulate orgasm and true female
ejaculation. The proof of this is the shear [sic] volume they expel.
True ejaculation is almost impossible to capture on film, it is over in
a blink of an eye.'"
That last line is the most relevant part of the argument against
squirting orgasms.
There was also a bonus link to a description of the substances of which
vaginal fluid is composed:
http://www.the-clitoris.com/f_html/fluids.htm
There was also some discussion of incontinence, Kegels and a few other
things that I'm just not going to repeat here. ;)
Banned Apache
impertinent goat blower who likes hardfisted tapioca tube tugging with
electric eels, and whose partner is a love-lady with a ripe stinky pink,
wrote in <4epk5sF...@individual.net>:
I looked through that stuff until someone had written a canucklehead was
cool.
I fell off my chair laughing and haven't managed to look at any more.
I think those people would be much better off just admitting they like
golden showers.
There's fuck all wrong with piss when compared to someone who smokes.
--
Lunch was nice;
Shot discarded douchebags and foreskin conserve accompanied with common
moon rat adenoid with tendon preserve, simmered in a circulating double
boiler with a slew of well-spiced cooked tomato in dreadful ulcerated
eye discharge, a side of roadkill rectum carcinoma and a draught of hot
dwarf rabbit serum.
Kadaitcha Man
elucidated:
Well, your alleged proof is, in your own words, "very high on speculation",
not to mention buttressed by more get-out clauses than you can poke a
vibrator at... "but the chances are... most likely... speculate...
speculate... speculate..."
Had I been in the discussion, I would have lampooned you from pillar to post
for putting that forward as any kind of proof.
There is not a single shred of proof in your texts to support your claim.
There is only wild speculation. I can only conclude that you are not a
squirter and are likely to be somewhat jealous of those women who are.
The fluid is not urine, nor is it intentionally expelled. It is too viscous
and too sticky, not to mention odourless and completely colourless, to be
urine. I can attest to those statements as fact on the grounds that my wife
squirts, and she squirts big time; a shear [sic] volume.
James O'Riley
> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the piano tuner, stewed:
>
>>> I did, however, upset a few male friends recently with a series of
>>> posts that proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that women who
>>> "squirt" are doing nothing more or less than failing to exercise
>>> bladder control. They just did not want to believe that they'd been
>>> pissed on.
> Anyway <big sigh> I'm not going to do all that googling for evidence all
> over again; therefore:
>
> http://www.dropzone.com/cgi-bin/forum/gforum.cgi?do=post_view_flat;post=2021958;page=1;sb=post_latest_reply;so=ASC;mh=25;
>
> or, in the interest of saving you from a broken link:
>
> http://makeashorterlink.com/?T26F23A3D
Or shorter yet:
http://tinyurl.com/q93g8 ;-)
> <snipped>
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the waterproof leggings maker,
> elucidated:
<snipped all but the central argument>
>> And while you're at it, you can google for the credentials of Beverly
>> Whipple
>> (http://www.sexualhealth.com/experts.php?Action=view&user=36), who
>> says, 'Since most women are lying on their backs during sex and the
>> amount of fluid is so small [about a teaspoon], it sometimes doesn't
>> come out.' Another perspective on this is on the site that all of
>> you overwhelmed: '...but the chances are, the women seen ejaculating
>> in adult movies are most likely urinating, not ejaculating. They are
>> intentionally squirting urine to simulate orgasm and true female
>> ejaculation. The proof of this is the shear [sic] volume they expel.
>> True ejaculation is almost impossible to capture on film, it is over
>> in a blink of an eye.'"
>>
>> That last line is the most relevant part of the argument against
>> squirting orgasms.
<snipped link to composition of fluid>
> Well, your alleged proof is, in your own words, "very high on
> speculation", not to mention buttressed by more get-out clauses than
> you can poke a vibrator at... "but the chances are... most likely...
> speculate... speculate... speculate..."
Yes, the writer of that page is all over the place with his theory. I
especially like how he manages to produce two cups of fluid from a very
tiny gland in an amount of time approaching the speed of light.
> Had I been in the discussion, I would have lampooned you from pillar
> to post for putting that forward as any kind of proof.
Oh, I think it would've been fun to have you in on that discussion.
> There is not a single shred of proof in your texts to support your
> claim. There is only wild speculation. I can only conclude that you
> are not a squirter and are likely to be somewhat jealous of those
> women who are.
You read my posts or you read only what I wrote above?
I think you're just playing me like a fish now. ;)
But no, I'm not incontinent--during sex or otherwise.
> The fluid is not urine, nor is it intentionally expelled. It is too
> viscous and too sticky, not to mention odourless and completely
> colourless, to be urine. I can attest to those statements as fact on
> the grounds that my wife squirts, and she squirts big time; a shear
> [sic] volume.
In all seriousness, the key to the argument is Beverly Whipple. And,
unfortunately, the books themeselves are not online.
A teaspoon of fluid is not enough to make an interesting movie, and it's
certainly not enough to soak the sheets, but it has its uses.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk wrote:
>> or, in the interest of saving you from a broken link:
>>
>> http://makeashorterlink.com/?T26F23A3D
>
> Or shorter yet:
> http://tinyurl.com/q93g8 ;-)
>
>> <snipped>
I only click on tiny urls that come from people I really trust, so I
only create tiny urls for people who really trust me. :)
Kadaitcha Man
trivialised:
Yes, well, two full cups is a lot of vaginal discharge. However I would
estimate that my wife produces close to a full cup during the time she has
one of her 20-30 minute orgasm sessions. Then she comes back for more. I'd
say 2 cups is a bit over the top in a short period.
>> Had I been in the discussion, I would have lampooned you from pillar
>> to post for putting that forward as any kind of proof.
>
> Oh, I think it would've been fun to have you in on that discussion.
>
>> There is not a single shred of proof in your texts to support your
>> claim. There is only wild speculation. I can only conclude that you
>> are not a squirter and are likely to be somewhat jealous of those
>> women who are.
>
> You read my posts or you read only what I wrote above?
Neither. I write good bullshit, hey.
> I think you're just playing me like a fish now. ;)
Um, what are you swimming in?
> But no, I'm not incontinent--during sex or otherwise.
>
>> The fluid is not urine, nor is it intentionally expelled. It is too
>> viscous and too sticky, not to mention odourless and completely
>> colourless, to be urine. I can attest to those statements as fact on
>> the grounds that my wife squirts, and she squirts big time; a shear
>> [sic] volume.
>
> In all seriousness, the key to the argument is Beverly Whipple. And,
> unfortunately, the books themeselves are not online.
Well, no. The key to the argument is the facts.
> A teaspoon of fluid is not enough to make an interesting movie, and
> it's certainly not enough to soak the sheets, but it has its uses.
It's the fucking electric blanket that scares the shitter out of me.
Kadaitcha Man
> James O'Riley wrote:
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk wrote:
>
>>> or, in the interest of saving you from a broken link:
>>>
>>> http://makeashorterlink.com/?T26F23A3D
>>
>> Or shorter yet:
>> http://tinyurl.com/q93g8 ;-)
>>
>>> <snipped>
>
> I only click on tiny urls that come from people I really trust, so I
> only create tiny urls for people who really trust me. :)
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the potbound saxophonist,
> trivialised:
>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the waterproof leggings
>>> maker, elucidated:
<snipped>
>> Yes, the writer of that page is all over the place with his theory. I
>> especially like how he manages to produce two cups of fluid from a
>> very tiny gland in an amount of time approaching the speed of light.
>
> Yes, well, two full cups is a lot of vaginal discharge. However I
> would estimate that my wife produces close to a full cup during the
> time she has one of her 20-30 minute orgasm sessions. Then she comes
> back for more. I'd say 2 cups is a bit over the top in a short period.
A few years ago, an old boyfriend experimented on me. The first time, it
was 41/hour, the second, about ten to fifteen more than that, but then I
lost count. While there was certainly a fair amount of fluid, I don't
have any recollection of sloshing through a puddle on the bed. A
teaspoon of liquid does spread to a rather large area though, and
several teaspoons covers quite a bit more, so I suspect that unless you
stand by with a collection cup, it would be hard to tell.
And there's a big difference between "squirt" and "ooze."
>>> Had I been in the discussion, I would have lampooned you from pillar
>>> to post for putting that forward as any kind of proof.
>>
>> Oh, I think it would've been fun to have you in on that discussion.
>>
>>> There is not a single shred of proof in your texts to support your
>>> claim. There is only wild speculation. I can only conclude that you
>>> are not a squirter and are likely to be somewhat jealous of those
>>> women who are.
>>
>> You read my posts or you read only what I wrote above?
>
> Neither. I write good bullshit, hey.
Indeed you do. :)
>> I think you're just playing me like a fish now. ;)
>
> Um, what are you swimming in?
Not telling. If you want to know, you'll have to find out firsthand.
>> But no, I'm not incontinent--during sex or otherwise.
>>
>>> The fluid is not urine, nor is it intentionally expelled. It is too
>>> viscous and too sticky, not to mention odourless and completely
>>> colourless, to be urine. I can attest to those statements as fact on
>>> the grounds that my wife squirts, and she squirts big time; a shear
>>> [sic] volume.
I missed that last line first time around, but I guess I'll just let it
go at what I wrote above.
>> In all seriousness, the key to the argument is Beverly Whipple. And,
>> unfortunately, the books themeselves are not online.
>
> Well, no. The key to the argument is the facts.
Yes, and the key researcher is...yada, yada, yada. :)
And the factoid of the day is that not all women have a G-spot anyway.
>> A teaspoon of fluid is not enough to make an interesting movie, and
>> it's certainly not enough to soak the sheets, but it has its uses.
>
> It's the fucking electric blanket that scares the shitter out of me.
Get a down comforter. Safer. And it stays warm even when it gets wet, no
matter what that wetness happens to be.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the tumbling preacher,
> exhorted:
>> James O'Riley wrote:
>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk wrote:
>>>> or, in the interest of saving you from a broken link:
>>>> http://makeashorterlink.com/?T26F23A3D
>>> Or shorter yet:
>>> http://tinyurl.com/q93g8 ;-)
>>>> <snipped>
>> I only click on tiny urls that come from people I really trust, so I
>> only create tiny urls for people who really trust me. :)
<sigh>
She should learn to swallow. Less messy.
And while swallowing itself is sexy, the actual demonstration of "see? I
have this on my tongue, and now I'm going to roll it around in my
mouth...and it's still there...see? and now I'm going to do this, that
and the other thing to it until I have no choice but to swallow..." is
not.
rl
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> I looked through that stuff until someone had written a canucklehead
> was cool.
> I fell off my chair laughing and haven't managed to look at any more.
<grim> I appear to have picked up--just this morning--a canucklehead
stalker, o savage one, so I'm not laughing.
I have no idea if this is a one-time thing or if he's going to start
following me around, but if he does...
...I'll miss y'all a lot. I'm guessing he's the guy who sent me the
email about stalking the guy I was arguing with, so he's as cracked as
they come. I've been through this once before, and I'm just not going to
do it again.
Nobby
"Banned Apache" <alt.sports....@hot-gleaming-mound-of-venus.co.uk>
If you don't show, I will come looking, and find you.............
I'm going to punch seven shades of shit out of you.
Cameron L. Toew
> I'm 185ibs, 5'11",
When did the British develop technology to stack shit that high ?
Gazwad
piccolo player who likes shocking pity fucks with toucans, and whose
partner is a cathouse bird with a rough pink taco, wrote in
<e69qku$bsq$1...@nntp.aioe.org>:
LOL, sure you are.
The last wanker who tried that regretted it along with another 3 of his 5
friends.
You seem to have gotten yourself into a spot of bother, eh? Fucknuts.
--
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.
Gazwad
butt buddy who likes lurid sexual behavior with blackbirds, and whose
partner is a sporting-woman with a wringing-wet bear trap, wrote in
<e69v8r$hgd$1...@nntp.aioe.org>:
>> I'm 185ibs, 5'11",
>
>
> When did the British develop technology to stack shit that high ?
I'm actually uncertain what 185 ibs looks like.
I have IBS and assume that's what he means, it's not graded though like an
IQ for example. I do an awful lot of shit but can't really fathom what is
meant by 185 IBS or indeed IBS 185.
Maybe the fool means to say he weighs 185 Lbs which is quite a lot of shit
and would surely need several attempts to flush..
Besides, medically speaking 13 stones of lard is rather fat for someone who
is 5'11" tall.
So he's a big fat, long haired poof. At least that's the image he seems to
want to convey.
Banned Apache
queen-sized screaming queen who likes adulterous great white knuckler
riding with toads, and whose partner is a bawd with enormous pee jaws,
wrote in <4eqrqjF...@individual.net>:
>
> And while swallowing itself is sexy, the actual demonstration of
> "see? I have this on my tongue, and now I'm going to roll it around
> in my mouth...and it's still there...see? and now I'm going to do
> this, that and the other thing to it until I have no choice but to
> swallow..." is not.
It depends entirely on whose load she's swirling around her mouth.
Oddly if it's on film and not one's own then it can be quite arousing.
However, if it's for real and it is one's own then one doesn't care and
would rather have a nap.
If only that bubble had been from the nose...
--
Lunch was nice;
Hurt platypus puddings and kitten head sauce garnished with over-cooked
chef's pubic hairs and chive extract, cooked in a turbid casserole
filled with threadbare leftover olive and chestnut with hodgepodge of
chestnut in fruit juice, a side of water buffalo cervix and a bowl of
turkey vomit.
Banned Apache
teary-eyed flip who likes deviant dangleberry dribbling with worm
lizards, and whose partner is an immoral-girl with a fiery grand canyon,
wrote in <4eqs62F...@individual.net>:
>
>> I looked through that stuff until someone had written a canucklehead
>> was cool.
>> I fell off my chair laughing and haven't managed to look at any more.
>
> <grim> I appear to have picked up--just this morning--a canucklehead
> stalker, o savage one, so I'm not laughing.
>
> I have no idea if this is a one-time thing or if he's going to start
> following me around, but if he does...
>
> ...I'll miss y'all a lot. I'm guessing he's the guy who sent me the
> email about stalking the guy I was arguing with, so he's as cracked as
> they come. I've been through this once before, and I'm just not going
> to do it again.
Most of these fruits who email people are simply reaching out.
If they ask for anything just ignore them or tell them to fuck off.
I have no idea why but I get people wanting to kick my ass, I don't have any
livestock so how they plan to kick a donkey I don't own is beyond me.
If anyone turns up just tell them their mother dressing them funny and they
smell.
Works a treat.
--
Lunch was nice;
Whacked toucan rectum and sea cow bane garnish accentuated with wasted
barracuda ligament and stinkbug lung dressing, dished up in a splashing
deep dish heaped with expensive leftover chestnut and sundry bits of
booger in foul-stinking compost gravy, a side of house sparrow
intestines and a keg of phlegm.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk, the haggard-wastrel and queen-sized screaming queen
> who likes adulterous great white knuckler riding with toads, and whose
> partner
>> And while swallowing itself is sexy, the actual demonstration of
>> "see? I have this on my tongue, and now I'm going to roll it around
>> in my mouth...and it's still there...see? and now I'm going to do
>> this, that and the other thing to it until I have no choice but to
>> swallow..." is not.
> It depends entirely on whose load she's swirling around her mouth.
> Oddly if it's on film and not one's own then it can be quite arousing.
> However, if it's for real and it is one's own then one doesn't care
> and would rather have a nap.
I don't know, dear. The latter assertion is quite reasonable, but the
former...<shakes head>
I can speak only from the female point of view, of course. For the first
ten seconds, it smells good, it tastes good, and it feels nice going
down, and then all of those lovely qualities change, and it's just a
mess.
It is for that very reason that my own policy is "not on me, in me,"
wherever "in" happens to be, because if it's "on," you'd best have a
towel ready to clean it all up.
> If only that bubble had been from the nose...
Then I'd have wondered if she had a serious nasal congestion problem.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the grovelling-freeloader and
> teary-eyed flip who likes deviant dangleberry dribbling with worm
> lizards, and whose partner is an immoral-girl with a fiery grand
> canyon, wrote in <4eqs62F...@individual.net>:
>> Banned Apache wrote:
>>> I looked through that stuff until someone had written a canucklehead
>>> was cool.
>>> I fell off my chair laughing and haven't managed to look at any
>>> more.
>> <grim> I appear to have picked up--just this morning--a canucklehead
>> stalker, o savage one, so I'm not laughing.
>> I have no idea if this is a one-time thing or if he's going to start
>> following me around, but if he does...
>> ...I'll miss y'all a lot. I'm guessing he's the guy who sent me the
>> email about stalking the guy I was arguing with, so he's as cracked
>> as they come. I've been through this once before, and I'm just not
>> going to do it again.
> Most of these fruits who email people are simply reaching out.
> If they ask for anything just ignore them or tell them to fuck off.
Oh, I don't mind email. If it's ugly, I can bin it, and if it's not,
I'll talk to anyone who is bright enough to entertain me.
But when my name starts to appear in subject lines, it makes me nervous.
The last time that happened, I had to ask all the remailers to block any
posts containing my email address because I was getting emails from
irate people who were too clueless to read a post header. Why anyone
would think I would post those things about myself is beyond me.
> I have no idea why but I get people wanting to kick my ass, I don't
> have any livestock so how they plan to kick a donkey I don't own is
> beyond me.
Who or what is that Nobby character anyway?
> If anyone turns up just tell them their mother dressing them funny
> and they smell.
>
> Works a treat.
<grim> If anyone uninvited and unwanted turns up, they'd best hope they
can outrun a shotgun.
rl
Kadaitcha Man
the beans:
> <snipped>
Ditto.
> A teaspoon of liquid does spread to a rather large area though,
> and several teaspoons covers quite a bit more, so I suspect that
A teaspoon of liquid does not soak the joint up to the point where you have
to put thick towels down to stop yourself getting drenched. It's difficult
to sleep on a big, cold, wet spot, and changing the bedding at 2AM isn't fun
either.
> unless you stand by with a collection cup, it would be hard to tell.
Not at all, especially if she's sitting on your face and filling your mouth.
> And there's a big difference between "squirt" and "ooze."
Squirt... ooze... ooze... squirt...
There's a pattern.
>>>> Had I been in the discussion, I would have lampooned you from
>>>> pillar to post for putting that forward as any kind of proof.
>>>
>>> Oh, I think it would've been fun to have you in on that discussion.
>>>
>>>> There is not a single shred of proof in your texts to support your
>>>> claim. There is only wild speculation. I can only conclude that you
>>>> are not a squirter and are likely to be somewhat jealous of those
>>>> women who are.
>>>
>>> You read my posts or you read only what I wrote above?
>>
>> Neither. I write good bullshit, hey.
>
> Indeed you do. :)
>
>>> I think you're just playing me like a fish now. ;)
>>
>> Um, what are you swimming in?
>
> Not telling. If you want to know, you'll have to find out firsthand.
Put your webcam on.
<snippage>
Kadaitcha Man
produces rubbish made from bits of wood, inflected:
> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the tumbling preacher,
>> exhorted:
>>> James O'Riley wrote:
>>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk wrote:
>
>>>>> or, in the interest of saving you from a broken link:
>
>>>>> http://makeashorterlink.com/?T26F23A3D
>
>>>> Or shorter yet:
>>>> http://tinyurl.com/q93g8 ;-)
>
>>>>> <snipped>
>
>>> I only click on tiny urls that come from people I really trust, so I
>>> only create tiny urls for people who really trust me. :)
>
>> http://tinyurl.com/r6mqd
>
> <sigh>
>
> She should learn to swallow. Less messy.
>
> And while swallowing itself is sexy, the actual demonstration of
> "see? I have this on my tongue, and now I'm going to roll it around
> in my mouth...and it's still there...see? and now I'm going to do
> this, that and the other thing to it until I have no choice but to
> swallow..." is not.
That's irrelevant. I was more interested in blowing your tinyurl statement
out of the water. You'd better do a spyware scan now, btw.
Kadaitcha Man
announced:
> Banned Apache wrote:
>
>> I looked through that stuff until someone had written a canucklehead
>> was cool.
>> I fell off my chair laughing and haven't managed to look at any more.
>
> <grim> I appear to have picked up--just this morning--a canucklehead
> stalker, o savage one, so I'm not laughing.
There is something wrong with most canucks who post in usenet. A large
majority of them are nutters, fruitcakes and stalkers. Maybe there is
something in their drinking water or they have very poor mental health
services.
> I have no idea if this is a one-time thing or if he's going to start
> following me around, but if he does...
>
> ...I'll miss y'all a lot. I'm guessing he's the guy who sent me the
> email about stalking the guy I was arguing with, so he's as cracked as
> they come. I've been through this once before, and I'm just not going
> to do it again.
--
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the keeper of the pantry,
> spilled the beans:
>
>> <snipped>
>
> Ditto.
And even more.
> A teaspoon of liquid does not soak the joint up to the point where
> you have to put thick towels down to stop yourself getting drenched.
> It's difficult to sleep on a big, cold, wet spot, and changing the
> bedding at 2AM isn't fun either.
That seems...inconvenient.
>> unless you stand by with a collection cup, it would be hard to tell.
>
> Not at all, especially if she's sitting on your face and filling your
> mouth.
I suppose that makes it less inconvenient, as long as you swallow.
>> And there's a big difference between "squirt" and "ooze."
>
> Squirt... ooze... ooze... squirt...
>
> There's a pattern.
We all have one, and while mine might include the occasional small gush,
if *I* ever start squirting, I'll know it is time to give up sex and lay
in a supply of Depends.
<makes note to double Kegel sets>
>>>> I think you're just playing me like a fish now. ;)
>>>
>>> Um, what are you swimming in?
>>
>> Not telling. If you want to know, you'll have to find out firsthand.
>
> Put your webcam on.
It is for the precise reason that I might be tempted that I do not own a
webcam. ;)
> <snippage>
And a very good morning to you, dear sir. :)
Kadaitcha Man
perfumed labrador dog hair used exclusively in the volvo trade, frothed:
> It is for the precise reason that I might be tempted that I do not
> own a webcam. ;)
Bugger.
>> <snippage>
>
> And a very good morning to you, dear sir. :)
I need another coffee.
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the unskilled craftsman who
> produces rubbish made from bits of wood, inflected:
>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the tumbling preacher,
>>> exhorted:
>>>> James O'Riley wrote:
>>>>> Or shorter yet:
>>>>> http://tinyurl.com/q93g8 ;-)
>>
>>>>>> <snipped>
>>
>>>> I only click on tiny urls that come from people I really trust, so
>>>> I only create tiny urls for people who really trust me. :)
>>
>>> http://tinyurl.com/r6mqd
>>
>> <sigh>
<snipped>
> That's irrelevant. I was more interested in blowing your tinyurl
> statement out of the water. You'd better do a spyware scan now, btw.
I do a spyware scan every day. I rarely have even a "bad" cookie.
Does this mean I should no longer click on your tiny urls, KMan?
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the dishonourable gunstocker,
> announced:
>> Banned Apache wrote:
>>> I looked through that stuff until someone had written a canucklehead
>>> was cool.
>>> I fell off my chair laughing and haven't managed to look at any
>>> more.
>> <grim> I appear to have picked up--just this morning--a canucklehead
>> stalker, o savage one, so I'm not laughing.
> There is something wrong with most canucks who post in usenet. A large
> majority of them are nutters, fruitcakes and stalkers. Maybe there is
> something in their drinking water or they have very poor mental health
> services.
I can't speak to that, because my usenet experience with crazy Canadians
is limited to this one. The only other canucklehead I know who posts
here (in soc.men and sci.space, of all places) is originally from the
east coast of the United States. (And the only other Canadians I know
are basejumpers and skydivers--crazy by definition, perhaps, but it's
not quite the same kind of crazy.)
It may have something to do with a longer winter season. Every person
I've ever known from from North Dakota and Michigan were also completely
bonkers.
rl
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the dealer in dressed and
> perfumed labrador dog hair used exclusively in the volvo trade,
> frothed:
>
>> It is for the precise reason that I might be tempted that I do not
>> own a webcam. ;)
>
> Bugger.
Well, you work on getting a permission slip from your bride, and I'll
work on trusting you not to post the pictures here.
>>> <snippage>
>>
>> And a very good morning to you, dear sir. :)
>
> I need another coffee.
No wonder your bladder was bursting.
Wog George
"Rhonda Lea Kirk" <rhon...@gmail.com> wrote in message
news:4erphpF...@individual.net...
> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the unskilled craftsman who
>> produces rubbish made from bits of wood, inflected:
>>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the tumbling preacher,
>>>> exhorted:
>>>>> James O'Riley wrote:
>
>>>>>> Or shorter yet:
>>>>>> http://tinyurl.com/q93g8 ;-)
>>>
>>>>>>> <snipped>
>>>
>>>>> I only click on tiny urls that come from people I really trust, so
>>>>> I only create tiny urls for people who really trust me. :)
>>>
>>>> http://tinyurl.com/r6mqd
>>>
>>> <sigh>
>
> <snipped>
>
>> That's irrelevant. I was more interested in blowing your tinyurl
>> statement out of the water. You'd better do a spyware scan now, btw.
>
> I do a spyware scan every day. I rarely have even a "bad" cookie.
>
> Does this mean I should no longer click on your tiny urls, KMan?
>
They're to be avoided if the word "crack" appears anywhere in the post.
--
George
"Strike me down while you can, but it won't make your dried up ovaries any
more fertile." - Eric Cartman - 3 May 2006
Banned Apache
AC-DC TV who likes animalistic e-coli pie eating with monkeys, and whose
partner is a B-girl with satiny mutton chops, wrote in
<4erl1eF...@individual.net>:
a fruit of the lowest order, it seems.
>
>> If anyone turns up just tell them their mother dressing them funny
>> and they smell.
>>
>> Works a treat.
>
> <grim> If anyone uninvited and unwanted turns up, they'd best hope
> they can outrun a shotgun.
>
> rl
Shotguns are pretty good if you live on a farm, I guess.
--
Lunch was nice;
Washed-up heads of lettuce and sloth gonad seasoning on top of cooked
crunchy handkerchief dregs, cooked in a splashing bucket containing
medium to well done green snot pie, minced particles of bone, melted
butter, a side of flying fox pituitary gland and a cup of syphilis tea.
nos1eep
Or if you are blind.
Point and squirt.
ermmmm
Shoot.
--
-nos1eep
Mr BillyB
>>>>> You couldn't batter a fish, you fucking student gimp.
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>> Well you've got nothing to worry about then have you,
>>>> Of course you are not going to be the cissy cunt and
>>>> bottle out are you? So this weekend you and I meet up
>>>> and you can prove to me you ain't the biggest fat cunt
>>>> luser of a virtual reality wanker that we all know you
>>>> to be, so see you there........................
>>>
>>> I'll post a picture of your eyeball a few hours after I pluck it out.
>>> Which eye would you rather keep, can't have you falling off your
>>> skateboard
>>> can we? Child.
>>>
>>
>> If you don't show, I will come looking, and find you.............
>> I'm going to punch seven shades of shit out of you.
>
> LOL, sure you are.
> The last wanker who tried that regretted it along with another 3 of his 5
> friends.
>
> You seem to have gotten yourself into a spot of bother, eh? Fucknuts.
>
>
>
But this thread has been commented on in both the Millwall and
Chelsea HeadHunters geocities forums?? Apparently that "carpark" in
Bermondsey is a early sunday morn Gypsy bare knuckle/gambling ground???
A few of us are of a very diff opinion, we say it is BA who has gotten
himself into a spot of bother after the challenge he laid down, it seems
he is either socking or has called in his chatroom buddies to back him.
But the thread indicates it is BA who is in a spot of bother and quite
terrified in fact?. we'll see. will it be video'd? I think it will?
Rhonda Lea Kirk
> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the twittering-ragbag and horny
> AC-DC TV who likes animalistic e-coli pie eating with monkeys, and
>> Banned Apache wrote:
>> Who or what is that Nobby character anyway?
>
> a fruit of the lowest order, it seems.
Indeed.
I'm open-mouthed with wonder.
>>> If anyone turns up just tell them their mother dressing them funny
>>> and they smell.
>>> Works a treat.
>> <grim> If anyone uninvited and unwanted turns up, they'd best hope
>> they can outrun a shotgun.
> Shotguns are pretty good if you live on a farm, I guess.
Used to be all farmland. Now it's slowly being eaten up by suburb.
Still, the wild turkeys come up past the house into the woods, and there
are foxes and scoonies and hawks and...well, a lot of
critters...including...
Bambi.
I hit a deer...or I should say, a deer hit me...about an hour ago. I saw
it in time to turn my wheel, so it hit the left front side of the car,
fell, slid and rolled over about five times. It was awful, and I had
visions of having to put it out myself, because I obviously hadn't hit
it hard enough to kill it outright. But after the last roll, it got to
its feet, turned tail and ran. No limbs broken that I could tell, but I
don't know if it'll survive the internal damage.
I remember once being behind a woman who hit a deer, and she got out of
the car and ran to it because she wanted to "hold it while it died."
People are nuts. Fortunately, the guy behind me was not a yuppie, and
while I kept her occupied, he broke its neck.
So that's my tale of woe for the evening. Guess tomorrow is my day to go
five rounds with the insurance company.
I can't wait. :)
Kadaitcha Man
> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the dealer in dressed and
>> perfumed labrador dog hair used exclusively in the volvo trade,
>> frothed:
>>
>>> It is for the precise reason that I might be tempted that I do not
>>> own a webcam. ;)
>>
>> Bugger.
>
> Well, you work on getting a permission slip from your bride, and I'll
> work on trusting you not to post the pictures here.
I promise not to post the pictures. As for the other half, her philosophy is
if I'm getting laid elsewhere then I won't be waking her up in the middle of
the night.
>>>> <snippage>
>>>
>>> And a very good morning to you, dear sir. :)
>>
>> I need another coffee.
>
> No wonder your bladder was bursting.
--
Kadaitcha Man
wiredrawer, stammered:
> "Rhonda Lea Kirk" <rhon...@gmail.com> wrote in message
> news:4erphpF...@individual.net...
>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the unskilled craftsman who
>>> produces rubbish made from bits of wood, inflected:
>>>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the tumbling preacher,
>>>>> exhorted:
>>>>>> James O'Riley wrote:
>>
>>>>>>> Or shorter yet:
>>>>>>> http://tinyurl.com/q93g8 ;-)
>>>>
>>>>>>>> <snipped>
>>>>
>>>>>> I only click on tiny urls that come from people I really trust,
>>>>>> so I only create tiny urls for people who really trust me. :)
>>>>
>>>>> http://tinyurl.com/r6mqd
>>>>
>>>> <sigh>
>>
>> <snipped>
>>
>>> That's irrelevant. I was more interested in blowing your tinyurl
>>> statement out of the water. You'd better do a spyware scan now, btw.
>>
>> I do a spyware scan every day. I rarely have even a "bad" cookie.
>>
>> Does this mean I should no longer click on your tiny urls, KMan?
>>
>
> They're to be avoided if the word "crack" appears anywhere in the
> post.
lol
Kadaitcha Man
> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the unskilled craftsman who
>> produces rubbish made from bits of wood, inflected:
>>> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>>>> Rhonda Lea Kirk <rhon...@gmail.com>, the tumbling preacher,
>>>> exhorted:
>>>>> James O'Riley wrote:
>
>>>>>> Or shorter yet:
>>>>>> http://tinyurl.com/q93g8 ;-)
>>>
>>>>>>> <snipped>
>>>
>>>>> I only click on tiny urls that come from people I really trust, so
>>>>> I only create tiny urls for people who really trust me. :)
>>>
>>>> http://tinyurl.com/r6mqd
>>>
>>> <sigh>
>
> <snipped>
>
>> That's irrelevant. I was more interested in blowing your tinyurl
>> statement out of the water. You'd better do a spyware scan now, btw.
>
> I do a spyware scan every day. I rarely have even a "bad" cookie.
>
> Does this mean I should no longer click on your tiny urls, KMan?
I don't dish out nefarious links. To anyone, for any reason. I was merely
testing for the boundary of your cognitive dissonance threshold.