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Thursday, August 13, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
~Killer Chili~
**One of the funniest jokes I have heard in a long time, Dr Pepper came out my nose multiple times while reading it!!**
I went grocery shopping recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're definitely going to shit yourself chili. Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.
Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement 2'. Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my next door neighbors as 'thunder and lightning'.
Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for the market, a local Wal-Mart grocery store that I often haunt in search of tasty tidbits.
Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh, Oh, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time.
The thing is, this pain was different.
The habanera peppers in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt.
In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning shot.
There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me.
Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an elderly woman turned into it.
I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally?
Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate.
I could've warned that poor woman but didn't. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. .......BIG mistake!!!!!
Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that
someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.
Suddenly things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand mal assplosion took place. Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began
the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe' . He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Sonofabitch!', then quickly left.
Once finished I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'
That of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me.
The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.
Home again without having shopped, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Albertson's. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter.
Bastards claim they're going to have to repaint the store..
I went grocery shopping recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're definitely going to shit yourself chili. Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.
Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement 2'. Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my next door neighbors as 'thunder and lightning'.
Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for the market, a local Wal-Mart grocery store that I often haunt in search of tasty tidbits.
Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh, Oh, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time.
The thing is, this pain was different.
The habanera peppers in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt.
In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning shot.
There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me.
Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an elderly woman turned into it.
I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally?
Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate.
I could've warned that poor woman but didn't. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. .......BIG mistake!!!!!
Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that
someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.
Suddenly things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand mal assplosion took place. Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began
the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe' . He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Sonofabitch!', then quickly left.
Once finished I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'
That of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me.
The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.
Home again without having shopped, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Albertson's. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter.
Bastards claim they're going to have to repaint the store..
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
2009 Nursery Rhymes
Mary had a little pig,
She kept it fat and plastered;
And when the price of pork went up,
She shot the little bastard.
Mary had a little lamb
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her,
Between two hunks of bread.
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to have a little fun.
Stupid Jill forgot the pill
and now they have a son.
Simple Simon met a Pie Man going to the fair.
Said Simple Simon to the Pie Man,
"What have you got there?"
Said the Pie Man unto Simon, "Pies, you dumb ass!"
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the King's horses and all the Kings' men
Had scrambled eggs for breakfast again.
Hey Diddle, Diddle the cat took a piddle,
All over the bedside clock.
The little dog laughed to see such fun.
Then died of electric shock.
Georgie Porgy Pudding and Pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
And when the boys came out to play,
He kissed them too 'cause he was gay.
There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good, she was very, very good.
But when she was bad......... She got a fur coat, jewels, a waterfront condo and a sports car.
These are copied from AmyOops which is an awesome site. Go check her out!!!
She kept it fat and plastered;
And when the price of pork went up,
She shot the little bastard.
Mary had a little lamb
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her,
Between two hunks of bread.
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to have a little fun.
Stupid Jill forgot the pill
and now they have a son.
Simple Simon met a Pie Man going to the fair.
Said Simple Simon to the Pie Man,
"What have you got there?"
Said the Pie Man unto Simon, "Pies, you dumb ass!"
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the King's horses and all the Kings' men
Had scrambled eggs for breakfast again.
Hey Diddle, Diddle the cat took a piddle,
All over the bedside clock.
The little dog laughed to see such fun.
Then died of electric shock.
Georgie Porgy Pudding and Pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
And when the boys came out to play,
He kissed them too 'cause he was gay.
There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good, she was very, very good.
But when she was bad......... She got a fur coat, jewels, a waterfront condo and a sports car.
These are copied from AmyOops which is an awesome site. Go check her out!!!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
~~~Wild Wild Wanda~~~
~~Wild Wild Wandaaaaa~~
I received this as an email a couple weeks ago and have looked for it on the internet, only finding it on another bloggers site along with a comment that the author is unknown. So if anyone knows where this originally came from please let me know, and for the blog Nazi, "Jimmy Cracked Corn and yep, you guessed it, I don't give a flyinf fuck what you think!! "
This is not for the easily offended. Of course, if you were easily offended you wouldn't be here visiting me, would you?
Grab a tissue- you will need it once the laughing begins. Move away from your children, coworkers or inlaws, you do not want to have to explain why you are crying!!
Picture a mixture of these:
"Last night one of my buddies, Stan and I decided to head on out to a local gentlemen’s club for a little eye candy and a few drinks, now for some reason the local talent here has been on a downward trend for the last year or so, but slut watching is slut watching so off we go.
Show up at the place, and there is a $10.00 cover because it is Buffet Night (woo hoo free chow and boobies!) we pay the price and in we go. Typical strip club type place dark, lots of dim colored lights, scantily clad women serving drinks and young ladies dressed like those hookers from an HBO special. Music is thumping and the cheesy DJ is introducing Nevada or Austin or Dallas or some equally stupid vixen named after a city.
On our way to our seats we pass the buffet, not being one to waste a lot of energy I decide to grab a plate on the way to the table.
MMMMM looky here shrimp and steak, chicken strips and pasta…why do they always have pasta on buffets? Oh well I snatch up a pile of shrimp (get it snatch and shrimp) as well as a couple of grayish steaks, some chicken strips and honey mustard sauce for dippin and head off to the table to be entertained.
I get to the table and Stan has already placed a drink order for us, and there are already two fine up standing young ladies sitting at the table trying to wrangle drinks and table dances out of him.
I have a seat and one of them moves over next to me….is it just me or do all these chicks wear the same perfume powder combo? All titty dancers smell alike and that is not necessarily a good thing.
Well I get ready to dig in and then it hits me, this shrimp smells funny, or maybe it was Roxy sitting next to me, at any rate I am smelling a bit to much sea food odor and decide to skip to the Steak, it is passable but over cooked. The chicken fingers however are quite good.
Anyway, I am making small talk with Roxy, and she is telling me how she in college and this is just to help her get through school and get her degree. I inquire as to what she will be getting a degree in and she tells me cosmetology…..uummm ok.
So we are chatting away Stan is getting a table dance from this leggy blond right next to us and I am checking out that action out of the corner of my eye; Here is a tip when you go to a titty bar, go with someone who is willing to spend lots of cash then you get like a contact table dance sort of like a contact high. If you don’t have someone like this to go with then try and sit next to the largest group of Asians you can find, trust me on this one..
While checking out the talent walking around the room I notice that the stage has a ramp built on the side of it so I ask Roxy what’s up with the ramp is evil Knievel gonna jump his motorcycle over a dozen triple D’s? She laughs partly because I am witty and partly because that’s what they teach them to do in stripper school.
Roxy, then tells me that they had to install is to comply with the American with disabilities act, so that the stage would be wheelchair accessible.
“Wheel chair accessible?!? Are you shitting me?” Nope she tells me it’s the law. Sure because handicapped people are just beating down the door to become titty dancers right? She seemed a bit miffed at my remarks and corrected me, “We are Exotic Dancers and they are Handicapable not handicapped!”
Yeah what ever and my toilet plunger is a fecal waste flow control device, handicapped or handicapeable either way I don’t see them lined up to be “exotic daaannncerrrs.”
Roxy then tells me to stick around because Wanda will be out soon!
Who is Wanda I ask? You’ll see she replies.
Roxy then gets up and leaves and while I am not sure I think my shrimp did smell better but I still didn’t eat it.
We watch a few girls make the rounds Stan gets another table dance and tips a few of the dancers on stage, and we bullshit a bit while watching ESPN on the big screen, when Mr. Cheesy DJ, announces "Next up on the main stage gentlemen put your hands together for WILD WILD WANDAAAAAAAaaaaa!"
At this point the recognizable tones of Steppenwolf come over the speakers and I hear…
GET YER MOTOR RUNNIN HEAD OUT ON THE HIGHWAY LOOKING FOR ADVENTURE AND WHATEVER COMES MY WAY….BORN TO BE WIIIIILLD
THEN TO THE LEFT OF THE STAGE UP THE RAMP COMES WILD WANDA….A DOUBLE AMPUTEE LEGS CUT OFF AT THE KNEES IN AN ELECTRIC FREAKING WHEEL CHAIR!
I literally spit my drink all over the table! I look at Stan and his mouth is just hanging open, I think I looked the same way because I was in total shock. Now I have seen midget porn, I have even took a peak or two at women screwing a horse…..but this my friends was just plain WRONG!
Wanda rolls around the stage and spins in a circle a couple of times drives towards the end of the stage real fast, so it looks like she will go over the edge and be launched into the crowd like a human football with tits, but at the last minute she stops, throws it in reverse and then does one of those “Rockford turns” those of you old enough will know what I mean, but it is where you go backward real fast and then spin around to fact the opposite direction.
I got to hand it to her the little legless bitch could drive that damn chair like scene from the fast and the furious all that was missing was a fart can muffler and a big ass spoiler and a few r-type stickers slapped on her stumps and she would be race ready!
Now at this point I am both intrigued, shocked, and impressed, OK she is handicapeable but can she dance? Believe it or not here is where it gets weird.
The normal routine at this place seems to be dance one song dressed (this is the tease) then strip on the next song. The first song stops and the next song starts, Private Dancer.
Wanda slides out of her chair and onto the stage, goes into a hand stand (which causes the plaid school girl skirt she is wearing to drop down and expose her thong.) and walks to the center of the stage and begins to roll around in typical stripper school style first on all fours sort of dry humping the stage then she rolls over to her back…at this point I am thinking “NO PLEASE PLEASE DON’T DO IT!” she does!
Yes the stripper standard props her self up on her elbows and SPREADS HER STUMPS, just when I think I am about to puke she does the roll over back onto all fours with her ass pointed at the crowd, reaches back and slaps it!
It is at this point that Stan who up until now I had always thought of as a normal sort of guy begins to yell “Oh hell yeah shake that thing baby!!! Smack it smack it!! WOOO HOO” This behavior continues until I smack him in the back of the head. Wanda has now taken off her top to reveal a very nice set of tits, obviously fake but a nice job was done they were a good full C cup, she was not unattractive in the face and her upper body was in good shape tone and not over weight. Had it not been for the mental images of Lieutenant Dan from Forrest Gump playing over and over in my head I might have found her attractive.
Stan leaves me behind and runs up to the stage with a $5.00 in his mouth to tip Wanda, she walks over to him (on her hands) then sits down and grabs his waist with her stumps and grabs his collar with her hands pulls him to her and takes the $5.00 from his mouth with hers and gives him a kiss….Stan is kissing a half naked legless stripper the image is still etched in my mind.
After the kiss she rolls back into a hand stand (I wonder if she was a gymnast) then walks back to the center of the stage turns her back to the pole and sort of falls back against it grabs it between her stumps and PULLS HERSELF UP OFF THE FLOOR! Holding the pole with one hand and griping it with her stumps she leans back and rubs her fake tits (then it hits me…why would she spent 5k on new tits when she could have gotten some fake legs? But anyway)
She climbs the poll hangs off it by her stumps, all I can think is she must have some serious pinching power with those legs because it has to be that and friction that is keeping her up there….well it seems that friction played a big part. See all that pinching the pole and hot lights made Wanda’s stumpy little thighs sweat and while hanging upside down playing with her nipples, and looking at Stan who had another $5.00 in his mouth, that sweat made her iron grip slip, and down came Wild Wild Wanda!
Blam! Wanda smashed into her wheel chair which was double parked next to the Pole, the impact knocked Wanda OUT COLD and sent her wheelchair into a table near the stage where two fat business men were sitting, spilling their drinks and dumping a plate of pasta in one guys lap.
The other strippers and the door man rushed to the stage to attend to Wanda the two business men were cursing I was laughing my ass off and Stan was just standing there blank faced, $5.00 dollar bill hanging from his mouth.
The paramedics were called, and the manager comp’ed the fat guys. Stan was heart broke and I never did finish my shrimp. As for Wild Wanda I have no clue, but keep an eye out for her. And if you ever see a ramp next to the stage at the titty bar, go the other way as fast as you can go."
I received this as an email a couple weeks ago and have looked for it on the internet, only finding it on another bloggers site along with a comment that the author is unknown. So if anyone knows where this originally came from please let me know, and for the blog Nazi, "Jimmy Cracked Corn and yep, you guessed it, I don't give a flyinf fuck what you think!! "
This is not for the easily offended. Of course, if you were easily offended you wouldn't be here visiting me, would you?
Grab a tissue- you will need it once the laughing begins. Move away from your children, coworkers or inlaws, you do not want to have to explain why you are crying!!
Picture a mixture of these:
"Last night one of my buddies, Stan and I decided to head on out to a local gentlemen’s club for a little eye candy and a few drinks, now for some reason the local talent here has been on a downward trend for the last year or so, but slut watching is slut watching so off we go.
Show up at the place, and there is a $10.00 cover because it is Buffet Night (woo hoo free chow and boobies!) we pay the price and in we go. Typical strip club type place dark, lots of dim colored lights, scantily clad women serving drinks and young ladies dressed like those hookers from an HBO special. Music is thumping and the cheesy DJ is introducing Nevada or Austin or Dallas or some equally stupid vixen named after a city.
On our way to our seats we pass the buffet, not being one to waste a lot of energy I decide to grab a plate on the way to the table.
MMMMM looky here shrimp and steak, chicken strips and pasta…why do they always have pasta on buffets? Oh well I snatch up a pile of shrimp (get it snatch and shrimp) as well as a couple of grayish steaks, some chicken strips and honey mustard sauce for dippin and head off to the table to be entertained.
I get to the table and Stan has already placed a drink order for us, and there are already two fine up standing young ladies sitting at the table trying to wrangle drinks and table dances out of him.
I have a seat and one of them moves over next to me….is it just me or do all these chicks wear the same perfume powder combo? All titty dancers smell alike and that is not necessarily a good thing.
Well I get ready to dig in and then it hits me, this shrimp smells funny, or maybe it was Roxy sitting next to me, at any rate I am smelling a bit to much sea food odor and decide to skip to the Steak, it is passable but over cooked. The chicken fingers however are quite good.
Anyway, I am making small talk with Roxy, and she is telling me how she in college and this is just to help her get through school and get her degree. I inquire as to what she will be getting a degree in and she tells me cosmetology…..uummm ok.
So we are chatting away Stan is getting a table dance from this leggy blond right next to us and I am checking out that action out of the corner of my eye; Here is a tip when you go to a titty bar, go with someone who is willing to spend lots of cash then you get like a contact table dance sort of like a contact high. If you don’t have someone like this to go with then try and sit next to the largest group of Asians you can find, trust me on this one..
While checking out the talent walking around the room I notice that the stage has a ramp built on the side of it so I ask Roxy what’s up with the ramp is evil Knievel gonna jump his motorcycle over a dozen triple D’s? She laughs partly because I am witty and partly because that’s what they teach them to do in stripper school.
Roxy, then tells me that they had to install is to comply with the American with disabilities act, so that the stage would be wheelchair accessible.
“Wheel chair accessible?!? Are you shitting me?” Nope she tells me it’s the law. Sure because handicapped people are just beating down the door to become titty dancers right? She seemed a bit miffed at my remarks and corrected me, “We are Exotic Dancers and they are Handicapable not handicapped!”
Yeah what ever and my toilet plunger is a fecal waste flow control device, handicapped or handicapeable either way I don’t see them lined up to be “exotic daaannncerrrs.”
Roxy then tells me to stick around because Wanda will be out soon!
Who is Wanda I ask? You’ll see she replies.
Roxy then gets up and leaves and while I am not sure I think my shrimp did smell better but I still didn’t eat it.
We watch a few girls make the rounds Stan gets another table dance and tips a few of the dancers on stage, and we bullshit a bit while watching ESPN on the big screen, when Mr. Cheesy DJ, announces "Next up on the main stage gentlemen put your hands together for WILD WILD WANDAAAAAAAaaaaa!"
At this point the recognizable tones of Steppenwolf come over the speakers and I hear…
GET YER MOTOR RUNNIN HEAD OUT ON THE HIGHWAY LOOKING FOR ADVENTURE AND WHATEVER COMES MY WAY….BORN TO BE WIIIIILLD
THEN TO THE LEFT OF THE STAGE UP THE RAMP COMES WILD WANDA….A DOUBLE AMPUTEE LEGS CUT OFF AT THE KNEES IN AN ELECTRIC FREAKING WHEEL CHAIR!
I literally spit my drink all over the table! I look at Stan and his mouth is just hanging open, I think I looked the same way because I was in total shock. Now I have seen midget porn, I have even took a peak or two at women screwing a horse…..but this my friends was just plain WRONG!
Wanda rolls around the stage and spins in a circle a couple of times drives towards the end of the stage real fast, so it looks like she will go over the edge and be launched into the crowd like a human football with tits, but at the last minute she stops, throws it in reverse and then does one of those “Rockford turns” those of you old enough will know what I mean, but it is where you go backward real fast and then spin around to fact the opposite direction.
I got to hand it to her the little legless bitch could drive that damn chair like scene from the fast and the furious all that was missing was a fart can muffler and a big ass spoiler and a few r-type stickers slapped on her stumps and she would be race ready!
Now at this point I am both intrigued, shocked, and impressed, OK she is handicapeable but can she dance? Believe it or not here is where it gets weird.
The normal routine at this place seems to be dance one song dressed (this is the tease) then strip on the next song. The first song stops and the next song starts, Private Dancer.
Wanda slides out of her chair and onto the stage, goes into a hand stand (which causes the plaid school girl skirt she is wearing to drop down and expose her thong.) and walks to the center of the stage and begins to roll around in typical stripper school style first on all fours sort of dry humping the stage then she rolls over to her back…at this point I am thinking “NO PLEASE PLEASE DON’T DO IT!” she does!
Yes the stripper standard props her self up on her elbows and SPREADS HER STUMPS, just when I think I am about to puke she does the roll over back onto all fours with her ass pointed at the crowd, reaches back and slaps it!
It is at this point that Stan who up until now I had always thought of as a normal sort of guy begins to yell “Oh hell yeah shake that thing baby!!! Smack it smack it!! WOOO HOO” This behavior continues until I smack him in the back of the head. Wanda has now taken off her top to reveal a very nice set of tits, obviously fake but a nice job was done they were a good full C cup, she was not unattractive in the face and her upper body was in good shape tone and not over weight. Had it not been for the mental images of Lieutenant Dan from Forrest Gump playing over and over in my head I might have found her attractive.
Stan leaves me behind and runs up to the stage with a $5.00 in his mouth to tip Wanda, she walks over to him (on her hands) then sits down and grabs his waist with her stumps and grabs his collar with her hands pulls him to her and takes the $5.00 from his mouth with hers and gives him a kiss….Stan is kissing a half naked legless stripper the image is still etched in my mind.
After the kiss she rolls back into a hand stand (I wonder if she was a gymnast) then walks back to the center of the stage turns her back to the pole and sort of falls back against it grabs it between her stumps and PULLS HERSELF UP OFF THE FLOOR! Holding the pole with one hand and griping it with her stumps she leans back and rubs her fake tits (then it hits me…why would she spent 5k on new tits when she could have gotten some fake legs? But anyway)
She climbs the poll hangs off it by her stumps, all I can think is she must have some serious pinching power with those legs because it has to be that and friction that is keeping her up there….well it seems that friction played a big part. See all that pinching the pole and hot lights made Wanda’s stumpy little thighs sweat and while hanging upside down playing with her nipples, and looking at Stan who had another $5.00 in his mouth, that sweat made her iron grip slip, and down came Wild Wild Wanda!
Blam! Wanda smashed into her wheel chair which was double parked next to the Pole, the impact knocked Wanda OUT COLD and sent her wheelchair into a table near the stage where two fat business men were sitting, spilling their drinks and dumping a plate of pasta in one guys lap.
The other strippers and the door man rushed to the stage to attend to Wanda the two business men were cursing I was laughing my ass off and Stan was just standing there blank faced, $5.00 dollar bill hanging from his mouth.
The paramedics were called, and the manager comp’ed the fat guys. Stan was heart broke and I never did finish my shrimp. As for Wild Wanda I have no clue, but keep an eye out for her. And if you ever see a ramp next to the stage at the titty bar, go the other way as fast as you can go."
Friday, July 10, 2009
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