Well, it’s time once again to bring ~my devoted readers up to speed.
I recently took a trip to Michigan, with the intentions of visiting my good friend Mark….But, while I was cruising down some red-neck-rural-route in the old Volvo I was abruptly cut-off by a rather large, and quite angry ~man in a pick-up truck. The old Volvo skidded off the road, head on into a tree, and out of nowhere this 400lb ~fucktard reaches through my window and drags me from the wreck.
I [sternly] instructed this feeble reasoning, shit for brains, local yokel, to unhand me at once before things turned ugly (I was a soldier you know) but he just laughed and said, “you dun picked the wrong place to visit” He then produced a ~gun from his pocket, and proceeded too beat me about the head with it until I lost consciousness.
I later awoke in some rather unfamiliar surroundings, possibly an auto repair garage (as it was littered with transmissions) with my captor hovering over me, eating a large bag of Taco Bell.
After he finished eating his taco’s, my captor, who referred to himself as Mr. G, asked if I had any nigger in me, when I said no, he said, “ well you about too, fucktard” and that’s when Leroy walked in…and things took a turn for the worse, with all that entails.
Leroy, a darkie by nature, walked over carrying what appeared to be a bucket of old transmission fluid, and dipped what he called his “JOHNSON” in it, as Mr.G shouted “give that butt baby some African sausage” Where as Leroy, rather vigorously, and quite violently, proceeded to [analy] rape me ~stretching my tight anus, and filling my rectum with his ‘Mandingo’ meat…But, at times, I did have trouble distinguishing the difference between pain and ~pleasure
After this rather horrific, and quite humiliating ordeal, Mr.G then drove me back to my ~ car, but before allowing me to continue on my way he had one last surprise for me. He removed from the bed of his ~truck what appeared to be a toilet seat with chair legs attached to it…. He threw me to the ground and set this contraption up over my head, dropped his britches and positioned his rather hairy ass on the seat above my face, where he proceeded to evacuate his bowels for some twenty minutes. He then, before driving off, threw a napkin at me, but only after blowing his nose into it, and said, “Clean yourself up scat-boy”
After all this I decided to [prematurely] end my vacation and head back to Canada…A very unpleasant trip I do say, as I had to travel in a smashed car, with human excrement on my head, and an ass that felt like it was on fire…Bravo fucktards
In closing, Mr.G, whom ever you are, please govern yourself accordingly, and do sign for the registered letter coming.
Sincerely
Your turd covered toilet boy
Karol
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Is there anything they don't know about me?
Woe is me; I am such a disingenuous little bitch, a homosexual and a fraud. Everyone is already well aware that I am not a lawyer, was nothing more than a librarian in the RCM, even though I [Disingenuously] claimed to be a ~captain, but in truth was never more than a private. The world even knows that I am the mildly retarded son of A Nazi-Whore, and that my stupidity got me barred from the Victoria Real Estate Board.
They know everything about me…What is there left to tell? It’s already common ~knowledge that I am a degenerate alcoholic, cocksucker, and coward who is petrified to venture from the safety of my own home, for fear that I might be beaten senseless, or [perhaps] become the victim of a fate that I would rather not think of.
And, to make matters worse, I have recently discovered that my dear mommy has been letting my nemesis from Fla blow his load in her mouth…Yes, the very mouth that she uses to kiss me when I come for a visit! I even heard that mommy is into scat, and that my ‘nemesis’ took a steaming ~dump on her chest, this he did after eating chili and corn!
Well, I’m out of money and beer, so I’m off to piss in a cup, and drink it. Sort of like a warm lager. Hey, recycled beer is better than none at all.
Sincerely
Your queer son of a shit eating Nazi whore
Karol
They know everything about me…What is there left to tell? It’s already common ~knowledge that I am a degenerate alcoholic, cocksucker, and coward who is petrified to venture from the safety of my own home, for fear that I might be beaten senseless, or [perhaps] become the victim of a fate that I would rather not think of.
And, to make matters worse, I have recently discovered that my dear mommy has been letting my nemesis from Fla blow his load in her mouth…Yes, the very mouth that she uses to kiss me when I come for a visit! I even heard that mommy is into scat, and that my ‘nemesis’ took a steaming ~dump on her chest, this he did after eating chili and corn!
Well, I’m out of money and beer, so I’m off to piss in a cup, and drink it. Sort of like a warm lager. Hey, recycled beer is better than none at all.
Sincerely
Your queer son of a shit eating Nazi whore
Karol
Monday, July 28, 2008
Am I getting a new Daddy?
As some of you may, or [perhaps] may not know, Tom "mother fucker" N1FM/SOB has been claiming to be dating my dear mommy Sophie, and while mommy has denied this [FRUADulant] accusation ~I still can't seem to shake my suspicions. You see, Mommy has been a bit too cheerful lately, and some times doesn’t answer my dozen or so ~daily phone calls.
I have no concrete proof, as of yet, that mother is seeing Tom, but I can’t stop obsessing over the thought of Tom chasing Mommy around the house with a doughnut on his schlong (mommy does love doughnuts) the mere thought of mommy dropping to her knees to partake in Tom’s dick doughnut ~haunts my every thought.
I can just see that smug bastard lying on my old bed with a banana ~covered in whipped-cream, wedged between his butt cheeks ~while my mommy eats that disgusting banana split….I know he would commit many highly disgusting/disturbing acts with my dear old mom ~in an attempt to spite me!
He is even claiming [I can only hope disingenuously] that he is going to marry my mommy, and adopt Brian! How dare he say such a thing! I would rather cut off my dick (if I actually had one) than to have Brian as a brother! And if it does happen, I am NOT taking Brian to the bath-house with me, nor will I let him look at any of my [gay] porn! And, if we do both happen to be at mommy’s house at the same time ~I get the top bunk!
Why oh why did Tom have to put this thought in my head? I have been calling mommy for hours, and she hasn’t answered the phone. I have the feeling that Tom is there right now, giving my beloved mommy a dirty Sanchez, or [perhaps] a wicked dragon ~for those who don’t know, a wicked dragon is when your partner felates you, and upon orgasm, you slap him/her [in my case him] in the back of the head ~causing the semen too shoot out of their nose….And A dirty Sanchez is when you use your schlong to give someone a mustache after anal intercourse.
Sincerely
Your queer hero, Karol
I have no concrete proof, as of yet, that mother is seeing Tom, but I can’t stop obsessing over the thought of Tom chasing Mommy around the house with a doughnut on his schlong (mommy does love doughnuts) the mere thought of mommy dropping to her knees to partake in Tom’s dick doughnut ~haunts my every thought.
I can just see that smug bastard lying on my old bed with a banana ~covered in whipped-cream, wedged between his butt cheeks ~while my mommy eats that disgusting banana split….I know he would commit many highly disgusting/disturbing acts with my dear old mom ~in an attempt to spite me!
He is even claiming [I can only hope disingenuously] that he is going to marry my mommy, and adopt Brian! How dare he say such a thing! I would rather cut off my dick (if I actually had one) than to have Brian as a brother! And if it does happen, I am NOT taking Brian to the bath-house with me, nor will I let him look at any of my [gay] porn! And, if we do both happen to be at mommy’s house at the same time ~I get the top bunk!
Why oh why did Tom have to put this thought in my head? I have been calling mommy for hours, and she hasn’t answered the phone. I have the feeling that Tom is there right now, giving my beloved mommy a dirty Sanchez, or [perhaps] a wicked dragon ~for those who don’t know, a wicked dragon is when your partner felates you, and upon orgasm, you slap him/her [in my case him] in the back of the head ~causing the semen too shoot out of their nose….And A dirty Sanchez is when you use your schlong to give someone a mustache after anal intercourse.
Sincerely
Your queer hero, Karol
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Another failure
I have been in a rather depressed and highly suicidal state, such as it may be, and consequentially, attempted to end my own life ~this I did by putting my head inside my oven! After an elapsed time of 45 minutes my head was only starting to feel mildly warm. Evidently this method was not going to work as I had intended, so I reluctantly removed my head from the Hasbro Easy-Bake oven….I instead decided to use it to make some [delicious] penis-shaped-cookies ~which I promptly and gleefully popped into my mouth. Yum!
Later that evening, after putting on my Snoopy pajamas, I noticed that the light bulb in the Easy-Bake oven had seared a [red] dot in the center of my forehead! I now look like a freaking Indian woman, an old, drunk, ugly one at that! How the hell can I walk into the bath house looking like this?
The next morning I headed down to the local bath house. After a few stares and giggles the boys calmed down and we all had a few Zima’s to lighten the mood. It was my turn to man the glory hole, but my good friend lance had a better idea, target practice.
Well, needless to say, a new and rather erotic game was invented that day. The new game ‘Target-Practice’ consisted of me getting on my knees and facing the boys who had formed a rather long line in front of me. One by one the boys took turns shooting their loads at the dot on my forehead. Not only was this great fun, but my complexion has never been better, by far the best facial moisturizer I have ever used.
My attempt at suicide was however a failure, not unlike every other thing I have ever attempted.
Sincerely, your queer hero
Karol
Later that evening, after putting on my Snoopy pajamas, I noticed that the light bulb in the Easy-Bake oven had seared a [red] dot in the center of my forehead! I now look like a freaking Indian woman, an old, drunk, ugly one at that! How the hell can I walk into the bath house looking like this?
The next morning I headed down to the local bath house. After a few stares and giggles the boys calmed down and we all had a few Zima’s to lighten the mood. It was my turn to man the glory hole, but my good friend lance had a better idea, target practice.
Well, needless to say, a new and rather erotic game was invented that day. The new game ‘Target-Practice’ consisted of me getting on my knees and facing the boys who had formed a rather long line in front of me. One by one the boys took turns shooting their loads at the dot on my forehead. Not only was this great fun, but my complexion has never been better, by far the best facial moisturizer I have ever used.
My attempt at suicide was however a failure, not unlike every other thing I have ever attempted.
Sincerely, your queer hero
Karol
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Why do I hate Dan?
Many of you would like to ~know why I had one of my dim witted [Hameerikan] flunkies try to start a rumor about W4NTI being deceased, the victim of a massive coronary, so I will answer that question as best as I can….Well, you see, it’s because I am jealous of Dan. I (yours truly) was the one and only soldier on 14.275 for lo these past years, and then along comes ‘Rambo Dan’ [he even has a manlier moniker than I], he gets Rambo and I get 'fruitcake', old 'queen', etc. I love to brag about my ~military service, such as it is. So what if I was just a librarian. Yes, yes, we all know that Rambo Dan was a real soldier, in a real army, and fought in a real war, and that he served his country like a real man. I would have done the same but I am Canadian, it’s not my fault that we didn't have a real war going on! I understand full well that Rambo Dan's MANLY service detracts from what I have done. Sure Rambo Dan fought in Vietnam, but did he ever have to check out 500 books in a row for a library of avid readers? No, he did not, but I did, and I am told that I made the best library clerk in the history of the Canadian Forces.
I was also once the most decorated Officer in all of Canada. I remember it like the taste of my mother's breast milk. It was Christmas 1975 and I was adorned with tinsel, ornaments, and colorful lights. My friend Bruce Dickstein and I had imbibed in [perhaps] a bit ~too much Kahlua, and he completely adorned me with lights and the biggest load of... but, I doo digress….
I once helped in the aftermath of a devastating flood. As a freshman and new Cadet, I flooded the bath room when I let loose with a voluminous load of my mother's fruitcake which had been stuck inside my lower bowel for over a week (with all that entrails). I sprang into action with mop and bucket and quickly cleaned up the soiled and flooded area, in spite of a previous injury, a limp wrist!
I was even wounded in my time of service, yes that’s right ~wounded. One of the boys in the General's steno pool threw a pencil -- and it hit me right in the eye! Ouch! That smarts! He later awarded me ~HIS purple hardon. In return he received the highly coveted ‘MUD HELMUT’ For those of you who don’t know, The ‘MUD HELMUT’ is one of the highest honors that can be bestowed upon an RCM officer.
And, let’s not forget that I directed the RCM's annual Christmas production of the Nutcracker Suite, 3 years in a row, to rave reviews I might add! I played the Nutcraker, of course. Not only did I star in the Nutcracker, but I also got to suck a few rather hairy nuts back stage.
I think I've proved my point. I am a real Soldier, just like Mark Morgan, and I don’t care what anyone else says!
Sincerely
Your Queer Hero
I was also once the most decorated Officer in all of Canada. I remember it like the taste of my mother's breast milk. It was Christmas 1975 and I was adorned with tinsel, ornaments, and colorful lights. My friend Bruce Dickstein and I had imbibed in [perhaps] a bit ~too much Kahlua, and he completely adorned me with lights and the biggest load of... but, I doo digress….
I once helped in the aftermath of a devastating flood. As a freshman and new Cadet, I flooded the bath room when I let loose with a voluminous load of my mother's fruitcake which had been stuck inside my lower bowel for over a week (with all that entrails). I sprang into action with mop and bucket and quickly cleaned up the soiled and flooded area, in spite of a previous injury, a limp wrist!
I was even wounded in my time of service, yes that’s right ~wounded. One of the boys in the General's steno pool threw a pencil -- and it hit me right in the eye! Ouch! That smarts! He later awarded me ~HIS purple hardon. In return he received the highly coveted ‘MUD HELMUT’ For those of you who don’t know, The ‘MUD HELMUT’ is one of the highest honors that can be bestowed upon an RCM officer.
And, let’s not forget that I directed the RCM's annual Christmas production of the Nutcracker Suite, 3 years in a row, to rave reviews I might add! I played the Nutcraker, of course. Not only did I star in the Nutcracker, but I also got to suck a few rather hairy nuts back stage.
I think I've proved my point. I am a real Soldier, just like Mark Morgan, and I don’t care what anyone else says!
Sincerely
Your Queer Hero
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Where have I been?
I do apologize for the lag in my posting, but I have been quite busy lately, and consequentially, have been far too occupied with numerous other tasks to keep up with the blog. You see, I have recently acquired a job, and while I do admit that there aren't many jobs out there for degenerate alcoholics like myself, I do believe I have found the perfect occupation. A close friend of mine recently introduced me to the exciting world of cart pushing. Yes, thats right, I am now a bona fide cart pusher! I even get to don a ball cap and a reflective yellow vest, quite dapper attire if I do say so my self! Best of all, no one cares if I drink on the job! I'm falling down drunk most of the day and still manage to complete my extremely complex cart pushing duties...This is a career I am sure to succeed at. You see, I had a FAILED MILITARY career, a FAILED REAL ESTATE career, I even graduated from LAW SCHOOL and FAILED TO BE ACCEPTED BY THE VICTORIA BARR ASSOCIATION! But alas, it's my time to shine!
Finally, I have found my calling, and to all of those who said I was doomed to fail I say; FUCK OFF, FUCKTARDS, you know who you are! look out minimum wage here I come!
Todd, thanks for the career advice, I hope to see you at the annual cart pushers Cotillion. I have already picked out a pink gown and can't wait to wear it!
Sincerely, your queer cart pushing hero
Karol.
Finally, I have found my calling, and to all of those who said I was doomed to fail I say; FUCK OFF, FUCKTARDS, you know who you are! look out minimum wage here I come!
Todd, thanks for the career advice, I hope to see you at the annual cart pushers Cotillion. I have already picked out a pink gown and can't wait to wear it!
Sincerely, your queer cart pushing hero
Karol.
Monday, March 24, 2008
I am such a FRAUDulent Queen
A doctored [by me] recording in my failed attempt to frame N1FM.
I was hoping that this would affect [cancel] his amateur license, but, unfortunately, no one would take my recording seriously. Simply put, Once again, I failed.
N1FM Recording
I was hoping that this would affect [cancel] his amateur license, but, unfortunately, no one would take my recording seriously. Simply put, Once again, I failed.
N1FM Recording
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Happy Easter
First and foremost, please allow me to apologize for the lag in my blog. My computer was badly ~damaged during my latest bender. It seems that while I was in a highly intoxicated, extremely altered, and quite nebulous state of mind that I urinated all over my tower causing [extensive] damage to my cpu, hard drive, and video card.
I attempted to take my ~computer back to the store where I purchased it for [warranty] service, but the UNSCRUPULOUS-DISINGENUOUS-NEOPHYTE manager told me that the warranty didn't cover damage due to drunken stupors. Bravo [renta-center] fucktards!
So, here I am in Toronto ~visiting my NAZI-WHORE of a mother for Easter [I only hope mommy can refrain from giving free-bees to the local sailors while I am here] Mommy gave me an Easter-basket containing a six-pack of Piels [my favorite beer] that I can't wait to consume for breakfast tomorrow morning.
Well, I must go now. Mom is taking her teeth out, and I am preparing to give her some good-old-fashioned POLISH SAUSAGE. Hi, Hi [amateur short hand for laughing]
Happy Easter
Your intoxicated-queer-hero
Karol.
Btw, Mark, quit FRAUDulently reporting that I am in the USA! I am not allowed there and even if I were I wouldn't want to visit. So, Mark, to you I say; FUCK-OFF you fucking FUCKTARD.
I attempted to take my ~computer back to the store where I purchased it for [warranty] service, but the UNSCRUPULOUS-DISINGENUOUS-NEOPHYTE manager told me that the warranty didn't cover damage due to drunken stupors. Bravo [renta-center] fucktards!
So, here I am in Toronto ~visiting my NAZI-WHORE of a mother for Easter [I only hope mommy can refrain from giving free-bees to the local sailors while I am here] Mommy gave me an Easter-basket containing a six-pack of Piels [my favorite beer] that I can't wait to consume for breakfast tomorrow morning.
Well, I must go now. Mom is taking her teeth out, and I am preparing to give her some good-old-fashioned POLISH SAUSAGE. Hi, Hi [amateur short hand for laughing]
Happy Easter
Your intoxicated-queer-hero
Karol.
Btw, Mark, quit FRAUDulently reporting that I am in the USA! I am not allowed there and even if I were I wouldn't want to visit. So, Mark, to you I say; FUCK-OFF you fucking FUCKTARD.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Where is Todd
I am getting worried about my good friend Todd, I haven't heard from him in weeks! Rumour has it that his parents locked him in the basement for molesting the family cat. The other rumour being circulated is that Todd was killed during a 3-some with Mark and Gavi, as the story goes Todd was suffocated while Gavi sat on his face, but I suspect that it was the putrid stink emanating from Gavi's filthy snatch that killed Todd, not the lack of oxygen.
I have grown lonely as of late, it seems that all of my friends have vanished from 20 meters, my tube with handles is history and therefore no one can hear me over Mikey's superior signal. My Radio days are coming to a close. I even had to stop having sexual relations with Mark, it seems that several men's dick's have turned black and fallen off after having sex with Mark.
Woe is me, I have become a very lonely old queen.
Sincerely your lonely intoxicated queer hero
Karol
I have grown lonely as of late, it seems that all of my friends have vanished from 20 meters, my tube with handles is history and therefore no one can hear me over Mikey's superior signal. My Radio days are coming to a close. I even had to stop having sexual relations with Mark, it seems that several men's dick's have turned black and fallen off after having sex with Mark.
Woe is me, I have become a very lonely old queen.
Sincerely your lonely intoxicated queer hero
Karol
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Bad Day
Today was a very bad day, I was watching 'Romper Room'--and became [extremely] aroused, so I grabbed an empty ~beer bottle--and some lube, I then attempted to 'make love' to my ~beer bottle. I wound up having to take the bus to the emergency room with my ~dick stuck in the bottle....It was a humiliating experience to say the least, but they did manage to free my willy.
I attempted to spend the rest of my day 'masturbating' in front of the television, but this only angered a large security guard who then ejected me from Circuit City.
Check back tomorrow for more of my drunken escapades.
Sincerely
Your intoxicated queer hero
Karol
I attempted to spend the rest of my day 'masturbating' in front of the television, but this only angered a large security guard who then ejected me from Circuit City.
Check back tomorrow for more of my drunken escapades.
Sincerely
Your intoxicated queer hero
Karol
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
The Conjugal Visit
I am sorry for the lapse in my blog. I took a short vacation, it seems that a good friend of mine [Todd] has been [falsely] placed in prison due to [fraudulent] accusations [theft of services with all that entails] lodged against him by a group of rogue Hameerican amateurs. Amateurs, they are indeed, whilst I am a professional [Barrister] with the degrees/diplomas to show for it [fucktards be warned] and a wealth of knowledge to accompany.
I arrived at the Court House at 9:00am Sharp to plead Todd's case. I stood before the judge and listened [while yawning and rolling my eyes in clear contempt of what was being said] to the laundry list of [fraudulent]charges being read, the judge then asked if he was boring me, my [humorous] reply, no, not terribly, please proceed your honor, that is if you have any honor(chuckle). Needles to say, I was ultimately fined and held in contempt.
Finally it was my turn to address the court. I stated that this was all just a sham and that the American Fucktard Judicial system was, and is an abomination of great proportions, [with all that entails]. I then called the judge a fat conservative communist swine and proceeded to accuse the judge, prosecutor,and jury of being homosexuals. I spat on the floor and called on Alquida to bomb the Court House. As the Bailiff dragged me out of the Court room [kicking and screaming], I yelled to the Judge, if your daughter has big tits, I promise not to cum in her mouth.
I thought the proceedings went quite well, but for reasons that I don't quite understand [admittedly, I don't understand most things] Todd was sentenced to 8 years hard labor, instead of the $500.00 fine he was originally supposed to receive.[my intentions were to get the fine dropped]
Oh, well, I did manage to get them to agree to let Todd and I have conjugal visits on a weekly basis. Unfortunately the Volvo disintegrated on the ride home, So I will be riding the Buss for the time being, which, in retrospect, is not necessarily a bad thing, as I am too intoxicated to drive most days.
Sincerely
Your intoxicated queer hero
Karol
I arrived at the Court House at 9:00am Sharp to plead Todd's case. I stood before the judge and listened [while yawning and rolling my eyes in clear contempt of what was being said] to the laundry list of [fraudulent]charges being read, the judge then asked if he was boring me, my [humorous] reply, no, not terribly, please proceed your honor, that is if you have any honor(chuckle). Needles to say, I was ultimately fined and held in contempt.
Finally it was my turn to address the court. I stated that this was all just a sham and that the American Fucktard Judicial system was, and is an abomination of great proportions, [with all that entails]. I then called the judge a fat conservative communist swine and proceeded to accuse the judge, prosecutor,and jury of being homosexuals. I spat on the floor and called on Alquida to bomb the Court House. As the Bailiff dragged me out of the Court room [kicking and screaming], I yelled to the Judge, if your daughter has big tits, I promise not to cum in her mouth.
I thought the proceedings went quite well, but for reasons that I don't quite understand [admittedly, I don't understand most things] Todd was sentenced to 8 years hard labor, instead of the $500.00 fine he was originally supposed to receive.[my intentions were to get the fine dropped]
Oh, well, I did manage to get them to agree to let Todd and I have conjugal visits on a weekly basis. Unfortunately the Volvo disintegrated on the ride home, So I will be riding the Buss for the time being, which, in retrospect, is not necessarily a bad thing, as I am too intoxicated to drive most days.
Sincerely
Your intoxicated queer hero
Karol
Sunday, February 3, 2008
A queens life
Well, I decided to play radio today and just as I had anticipated, Mikey Qrm'ed me, called me names and humiliated me, for millions of people around the world to hear. Damn that Mikey and his superior wit. Why does he always embarrass me like that? He's a big bully and he made me cry.
Speaking of bullies,they are ruining my life. I would love to go to Florida to visit Mickey Mouse but for reasons that I am too embarrassed to mention, I am afraid to set foot in Fla. I wish I hadn't pissed off so many people. Because of my drunken on-air tirades I can never set foot in America and will never get to meet Mickey Mouse.
I am on my way down to the local homeless shelter where I pay homeless teen boys to let me perform oral sex on them. I must be careful, last week a 12 year old kicked my ass up and down the street. I really need some condoms but, they don't come in my size, extra small.
The good news is that Junior and Grandma are coming over tonight. Grandma and I are going to give Junior an Elmers glue enema. Then Junior is going to give grandma oral sex. I once asked Junior
what Grandmas 80 year old snatch tasted like and he replied depends. I think I will make Junior wear Grandmas dirty diaper on his head. I must go, I have some Schaefer bottles to refill, it's juniors favourite.
Your queer hero
Karol
Speaking of bullies,they are ruining my life. I would love to go to Florida to visit Mickey Mouse but for reasons that I am too embarrassed to mention, I am afraid to set foot in Fla. I wish I hadn't pissed off so many people. Because of my drunken on-air tirades I can never set foot in America and will never get to meet Mickey Mouse.
I am on my way down to the local homeless shelter where I pay homeless teen boys to let me perform oral sex on them. I must be careful, last week a 12 year old kicked my ass up and down the street. I really need some condoms but, they don't come in my size, extra small.
The good news is that Junior and Grandma are coming over tonight. Grandma and I are going to give Junior an Elmers glue enema. Then Junior is going to give grandma oral sex. I once asked Junior
what Grandmas 80 year old snatch tasted like and he replied depends. I think I will make Junior wear Grandmas dirty diaper on his head. I must go, I have some Schaefer bottles to refill, it's juniors favourite.
Your queer hero
Karol
Saturday, February 2, 2008
What a gay day
Oh, what a gay day I had today! I awoke at the crack of noon, and enjoyed a heaping bowl of count chocula for breakfast, I washed it down with a case of warm Schaefer [the beer to have when you're having more than one], I never have just one~ as I am a degenerate alcoholic. I then passed out on the kitchen floor for a couple of hours.
I awoke in a pool of my own vomit shortly before 1:00 pm, I decided not to play radio today because my tooob with hondals had been repossessed by renta center[yes, I forgot to make the payments] and Mikey with his superior signal & intelligence would just chase me off the frequency. I am so tired of Mikey chasing me off of the frequency, I would argue with him, but he is so much smarter than I am, and he would surely make a fool out of me.
I decided to fill up the empty Schaefer bottles with my urine and recap them, I put them in the refrigerator to cool down while I waited for Mark and Todd to arrive. When they finally arrived I offered them each one of the cold Schaefers, I could barely hold back my laughter as they drank them, much to my surprise they quickly gulped them down and went for seconds. I decided to let them in on my little joke and we all had a good laugh. What good sports Mark and Todd are, I serve them piss and they laugh about it. I couldn't ask for better friends.
Your queer hero, Karol
I awoke in a pool of my own vomit shortly before 1:00 pm, I decided not to play radio today because my tooob with hondals had been repossessed by renta center[yes, I forgot to make the payments] and Mikey with his superior signal & intelligence would just chase me off the frequency. I am so tired of Mikey chasing me off of the frequency, I would argue with him, but he is so much smarter than I am, and he would surely make a fool out of me.
I decided to fill up the empty Schaefer bottles with my urine and recap them, I put them in the refrigerator to cool down while I waited for Mark and Todd to arrive. When they finally arrived I offered them each one of the cold Schaefers, I could barely hold back my laughter as they drank them, much to my surprise they quickly gulped them down and went for seconds. I decided to let them in on my little joke and we all had a good laugh. What good sports Mark and Todd are, I serve them piss and they laugh about it. I couldn't ask for better friends.
Your queer hero, Karol
Friday, February 1, 2008
My day by ve7kfm
Today was a very bad day, some of the local ruffians were giving me a hard time down at the seven eleven, they wouldn't let me play the pacman game. Well, I gave them a thorough tongue lashing using my superior vocabulary and wit, they laughed hardily and then proceeded to beat me mercilessly. I regained consciousness about 20 minutes later and staggered home.
When I arrived home, Mark and Todd were waiting on the front steps. I invited them into the house, I was still very angry about what transpired at the 7/11, so I decided to take it out on them.
I removed my belt and whipped Mark like the little bitch that he is, I then demanded that Todd lay down on the floor, and instructed Mark to defecate on Todd's face.
While watching Mark defecate on Todd I became very aroused, I then commanded Mark to get on his Knees in front of me, so that I could masturbate and cum on his ugly face.
Afterwards, I allowed Todd to penetrate Marks ass with his pathetically small dick while I yelled at Mark to squeal like a pig.
Tune in tomorrow for more of my gay escapades
be sure to visit my new site ve7kfm products
Your queer hero, Karol
When I arrived home, Mark and Todd were waiting on the front steps. I invited them into the house, I was still very angry about what transpired at the 7/11, so I decided to take it out on them.
I removed my belt and whipped Mark like the little bitch that he is, I then demanded that Todd lay down on the floor, and instructed Mark to defecate on Todd's face.
While watching Mark defecate on Todd I became very aroused, I then commanded Mark to get on his Knees in front of me, so that I could masturbate and cum on his ugly face.
Afterwards, I allowed Todd to penetrate Marks ass with his pathetically small dick while I yelled at Mark to squeal like a pig.
Tune in tomorrow for more of my gay escapades
be sure to visit my new site ve7kfm products
Your queer hero, Karol
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