I hope that all my loyal ~readers had a merry Christmas, just as I did, mine however, was mostly spent sucking off voodoo reasoning ~jigaboos down at the local home-less shelter...Oh how I love the [salty] taste of a Negro's load on my refined palette.
As usual, I also made the yearly trip to my ~whore of a mothers house, in the beautiful ghetto of Toronto--where mommy supports herself by sucking off ~Mexican immigrants for a paltry sum of money, but none the less, it provides enough income for her day to day needs, with enough left over for her occasional crack cocaine binge.
Also, I have come realize that I am quite lonely, and most recently, made the decision ~to seek out my soul mate through means of an on-line dating service...Gay.com being my site of choice, as it appears to have an infinite number of gay souls ~like myself, who are seeking out their ideal life-partner.
Well, I really must say good-bye for now, as it is necessary for me to go and primp for my first date ~with a man I met through Gay.com. I must admit that while I am a bit nervous ~I can't help but feel a warm and tingly sensation down in my nether regions as I anticipate the warm embrace I will [hopefully] receive from my suitor.
Wish me luck
Your [flaming] hero
Karol ~VE7KFM
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Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sunday, September 28, 2008
My trip to Michigan
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
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
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.
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