I bet you're all pretty bummed about Coleman apparently taking a hiatus
from RGP to start his own list. "Where will I be entertained by his desire
to kill dozens of dogs?" you're probably wondering to yourself.
Wonder no more! I am hereby starting the "Coleman Classics," an archive of
the manic idiocy of a severely mentally ill retard. Today we have the
first installment:
"Does drinking the pussy juice of a beautiful stripper confer immortality?"
Originally posted October 12th, 2009.
https://groups.google.com/group/rec.gambling.poker/msg/3c4495385535d939?dmode=source&output=gplain&noredirect&pli=1
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I say yes. Others say it is a filthy, disgusting practice. I will report
the facts, then you decide.
In truth, drinking an ounce daily of the pussy juice of a beautiful woman
does indeed confer immortality to the imbiber. This is an advanced
Kundalini Yoga Practice, known only to Perfected Kundalini Yoga Masters
like Ramashiva.
My indulgence in this practice in Tens Show Club, 5120 East Speedway,
Tucson, Arizona created quite a ruckus, even coming to the attention of
the General Manager of this titty bar.
It started with a beautiful young stripper named Carly Driver, who dances
under the stage name December. No, you can't have her cell phone number.
Carly is 5'2" and 105 pounds of solid muscle. She can go into a yoga
handstand and do pushups effortlessly. Carly is truly a vision of beauty.
She has naturally red hair. In other words, the carpet
matches the drapes. I have first-hand visual knowledge of this.
She has the face of an angel. She wears her red hair in pigtails, and she
wears glasses which make her look like a librarian.
I brought up the subject of pussy juice drinking with her by commenting
that I was sure that she had the sweetest, tastiest pussy in the world.
Her reply --
You got that right.
I then pleaded with her to let me drink her pussy juice. She laughed and
asked me if I was trying to get her fired.
I said, no -- all you have to do is reach inside your G-string and
fingerfuck yourself, then let me lick your fingers. She laughed, and
wasn't offended at all, but another stripper, who overheard the
conversation, took it upon herself to complain to the head bouncer, whom I
tip heavily, that I was making disgusting remarks about drinking pussy
juice to sweet, innocent Carly.
The head bouncer, who is named Bobby, called me aside. We had a good
laugh, then he told me to be careful to notice who is listening when I
have romantic conversations with strippers.
All of the above is prolog. The next night, I was paying the going rate
of $7 per lap dance to a stripper named Sugar. And she is sweet. How
sweet? This sweet --
Sugar achieved the rare feat of making me come in my pants in the third
dance she did for me. She also had several orgasms. Please don't tell me
she really didn't have orgasms. You know nothing. A woman cannot fake
the telltale bright red flush all over her body. A
woman cannot fake the uncontrollable shaking and trembling which
accompanies a total orgasm.
After I told her I had come in my pants, she told me she had also had
several orgasms, and her pussy was dripping wet.
I then repeated the above story about Carly Driver and pussy juice
drinking. At this point, Sugar was down on her knees with her hand inside
my pants jacking me off.
She asked me, "Honey, do you want to drink my pussy juice?"
Naturally, I said yes. She immediately pulled down her G-string and
started fingerfucking herself with two fingers. When she pulled her
fingers out, the pussy juice was literally dripping off her fingers. I
licked her fingers dry, and the pussy juice was delicious. Slightly
salty, with a taste similar to the white clam sauce they put on pasta, or
white clam chowder.
She repeated this process at least six times. I was the happiest I have
ever been in my life.
Later that evening, she told me she was in big trouble with the General
Manager for the dances she did with me. The conversation went something
like this --
Ramashiva -- Why did you get in trouble? Because you let me suck on your
tits?
Sugar -- No.
Ramashiva -- Because you were giving me deep-throated French kisses?
Sugar -- No. The GM had no problem with the titty sucking or french
kissing.
Ramashiva -- Why then? Because you pulled down your G-string, stuck your
pussy in my face, and let me lick your pussy?
Sugar -- No. He was cool with that.
Ramashiva -- Well, it must have been when you put your hand in my pants
and jacked me off.
Sugar -- No. He said that was pushing the limits, but as long as I was
discreet, he had no problem with it.
Ramashiva -- Then what the fuck was his problem, exactly?
Sugar -- The pussy juice drinking.
Ramashiva -- The pussy juice drinking??? How the fuck would he know about
that?
Sugar -- Honey, he has a surveillance camera that he can zoom in and count
my cunt hairs.
Ramashiva -- OMFG! So he saw the whole thing?
Sugar -- Yes he did, and he told me he didn't want to see any more of that
perverted disgusting shit going on on the main floor. He told me to take
that perverted shit upstairs to VIP. Then he asked me what sort of
perverted freakazoid wants to drink a woman's pussy juice in the first
place. I told the GM you said it was an advanced practice of Kundalini
Yoga which confers immortality.
According to Sugar, the GM then finished his admonishment as follows
--
Kundalini Yoga, huh? Immortality, huh? This Coleman character is a total
nutcase. I suggest you stay away from him, or at least make sure he only
drinks your pussy juice upstairs in VIP. I don't want the other customers
seeing this perverted shit going on on the main floor, because they will
start demanding the same service with every lap dance. I can't have the
entire club chanting --
WE WANT PUSSY JUICE! WE WANT PUSSY JUICE!
Now that is enlightened strip club management.
True story, whether you believe it is irrelevant. It happened exactly as
I have described.
William Coleman (ramashiva)
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WILLIAM COLEMAN PHOTO GALLERY! See here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGg-mbTtlJ4&feature=youtu.be
William Coleman of Las Vegas Nevada is a dangerous, violent convicted
criminal. He has recently committed felonies in his harassment of an RGP
user.
"As a result of my encounter with the Henderson Police SWAT team, I
eventually pled guilty to Conspiracy to Commit a Crime, a gross
misdemeanor." - William Coleman admits that he is a convicted criminal
(cite:
http://recgroups.com/a/1/127894/)
"I have killed many dogs in my life, and I will kill many more." William
P. Coleman boasting about his sociopathic tendencies (cite:
http://recgroups.com/a/1/128390/)
"For years, when I see one or more teenaged girls walking down the
street, I pull up beside them and ask them if they want to go smoke
dope and fuck. Amazingly, this technique gets good results fairly
often. Otherwise, I wouldn't continue to use it." Convicted criminal
William Coleman (cite:
http://recgroups.com/a/1/123930/)
WARNING! 67-year old convicted criminal William Coleman describes how he
uses Facebook to meet minor girls. See:
http://recgroups.com/t/1/123914#a123914