reststop ur bars are crap u spit on the mic like sploo wen he hits that spice juststop, then recap, cus u wack, all u bumpin is traP while my style make even ur mommas ass cLaP
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Originally posted by RestStop
my mother was a whore and I was found in a trashcan by a nigger trash man. Thus explaining my love for niggers.
then one day in 2nd grade, the gym coach "entered" my little under developed pop cutter. To block out the pain of a grown man's erect penis violently thrusting inside my fragile boy hole i had no choice but to listen to the gym teacher's booming voice as he panted "faggots. Fucking faggots made me do this you little faggot! My fat whore boyfriend making me watch while he sells his asshole to the other niggers, then making me clean up the gallons of cum with my tongue! Fucking cunts!"
I planned on killing myself after that but I had this fantasy where I was licking my grandfathers nipples and he was stroking my tiny undeveloped cock and he was doing all sorts of kinky shit to my asshole and my fun ended when his wife(who I had previously some vast knowledge of inexplicably as soon as I saw her) right before I noticed her 3-6 month pregnant stomach and licked her already pretty soaked clit before I hopped outside into the parking lot which was also a Wal Mart parking lot. That was litty. I threw off my t shirt and waved my hand in the air. Also thought I saw some historical religious figure. I also pre cummed like a Clydesdale.
when i hit the age of 11 I would meet other niggas at a hotel and suck those niggas off for crack rocks. The funny thing is i thought no one knew about it and still thought i was the most popular kid in school even though i was $1. dicks are fun to let suck in the mouth then. I enjoy doing this with penis daily. It's something I used to do prolifically while drunk so idk maybe it's a coping habit or maybe it's plain ol' fun. I cannot decide. other men were killing my butt hole yet they completed me, ive alwasy been a slut for punishment , bud. An old nigga once told me "You either get busy fuckin niggers, or you stay a gay boi". i decided to stay gay. …in the end were all cucked men. *Plays violin as metaphorical ship is slowly sinking* he would tell me "Bend over and take it up the ass YA FUCKIN' SLAMPIG!!!!" I once let a negro mount me in 1987…simpler times I tell ya! I really hated it when I thought how much I charged niggers to fuck me in the ass or suck their cock. It like I was gettin' cucked the whole time and top of it my ass is WAY cheaper.I guess my question is how does one end up in that position involuntarily?IMHO i got fucked up the ass hard, and frequently, in life. I shuld've just stayed with black men and let them smash my asshole until I expired. They can just throw my honkey ass in prison. "Guys do you think I will be raped in prison?" Naw fam. But I do be goin' hard taking it in my ass from red bone nigger cock. #BlackCocksMatter
I wasn't allowed a smart phone or laptop in the county jail/prison but yeah that would be lit. I don't get how the isolation thing makes people crazy. I've sat in solitary confinement for weeks and aside from the occasional "eh this is boring" I didn't go insane or anything if anything it made me more goal oriented and showed me just how unnecessary human interaction can be, other than the nigger guards using me as their personal pocket pussy several times a day. they wouldnt feed me without sexual compensation. if i didnt give them head they would stop me mid bite and shove that food STRAIGHT UP MY ASS TO THE ELBOW! Showed me what a whore i am! Cucked in the dick! i was cucked in the dick! Cucked in the dick. Cucked. In. The. DIIIICK!
Dear Niggaz. I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid, but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called the Brewer, and a job sucking dick at the gay whore house. It's hard work. I try to keep up, but my mouth hurts most of the time. I don't think my pimp likes me very much. Sometimes after work I go to the park and earn some extra change by giving out blowjobs to the homeless people. I keep thinking my old gym coach might just show up and jam it in my ass for old times sake. But he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doing okay and making new friends.
I have trouble sleeping at night. too many men needing a late night dick-draining. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Food-Way, so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore. I don't like it here. I'm tired of my asshole being sore all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for a 29 year old bottom faggot like me.
Sometimes that's for the best though. I've quit fucking with nearly everyone that I used to and my asshole is so peaceful and harmonious I swear it almost feels like a cruel dream where eventually I'm going to wake up and I'm going to be in prison/whorehouse/insert horrific scenario here. Honest answer. If I could some up the number one problem in my life it would be : my broken asshole from men with big dicks. I had a black boyfriend who would only wash his dick every third month. I didn't ask the reason but I assumed it was a "nigga" thing and I honestly didnt have a choice either way when he was fucking my ass or my mouth with that jock itch he had.
I think I'm going to be a freelance male whore and have my moniker as "Lil' Squirty" while wearing a pink tutu with matching tee and leather neck choker. I'm at the point in my life that I could just be a single and friendless male whore forever and just watch tv while laying in bed all day while complete strangers ravage my ruined asshole and I'd be perfectly content not having to deal with anyone's bullshit/drama…just a giant cock in my asshole, I must admit.
I'd like to think surrounded on my death bed by my loved ones then I realize I have no ones that I love and i hope it will end in some horrific gay porn snuff style way and I'll be found by the police dead hanging from a ceiling fan, naked, and a giant dildo crammed up my asshole and filled with more semen than lil kim's stomach! like a common gutter slut.
its nauseating that you chose to share your pathetic life story with the world.
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Originally posted by Lanny
If you move to SF and go to one of those "dev bootcamp" things I could probably nepotisticly favor trade you into a job that would pay decent (six figs within a few years) for not a whole lot of work. But beyond that I don't have any good tricks besides going to school for something that pays well.
Seriously? I thought they didn’t hire guys that had just graduated from a boot camp.
I’d suck your dick to get a foot in the foor of the high paying financial industry. Just throwing that out there.
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Originally posted by RestStop
I'm not saying it's bad it's just…idk something I've heard before. I'm actually a fan of the sad/goth boy shit so it's nothing unique is all.
i was joking
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Originally posted by RestStop
Where's mq? Ain't seen that nigga in a few days.
He converted to JW and this kind of website is strictly prohibited within the context of his newfound belief. There was a goodbye thread, but I think Lanny deleted it to stop the userbase from panicking about member retention.
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Originally posted by Malice
I'm starting to wonder, what if my neighbor across the street didn't actually try to attack me, but instead I overdosed on something, possibly clonazolam, in an attempt to commit suicide, and I had been having thoughts of suicide, although it isn't an uncommon occurrence, or just blacked out, and had a psychotic episode, imagined everything, and ended up wrecking my own apartment, possibly out of resentment toward life in general, then ended up going outside and getting arrested.
I don't think that's what actually happened, but it is an interesting possibility.
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Originally posted by Malice
I'm not sure if this is a false memory I just recalled, but as a child I remember that for some reason it was fun to shower wearing clothes, and I may have pissed myself while doing that because it felt good, completely letting go and feeling that warm liquid spread around you, abandoning taboo and self-control.
It's practically a religious experience. Try wearing at least swimming bottoms in the shower and pissing yourself, then you might understand what I'm talking about.
You're fucked.
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Originally posted by LegalizeSpiritualDiscovery
That's still single. Everyone assumes you're a pedophile if you're a man without a wife who goes out of his way to live with a small child.
Now now. You can ask him yourself. His favorite phrase is "daddy didn't diddle".
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Originally posted by RestStop
Sure but you still have internet/TV/the entire outside(which you can roam around in without actually having to talk to anyone). I guess some people need to interact with other humans but even though I do this quite prolifically I don't feel like it's an absolute NEED but I have enough drugs and money to keep me entertained for years on end.
He's not doing meth either though. Meth totally eliminates the need for human interaction, it seems. That was one of my favorite things about it
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