Regrets?
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Publié :26/9/2008 12h47
Dernière mise à jour :15/8/2009 20h36 2904 vues
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Regrets, I've had a few.
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I like to do, and would again, with exhibition.
I screamed until I was hoarse.
I got it on, at rest stop, along the highway.
On five inch heels, I stood tall, and did it all, the bi-way.
I moaned. I begged, I laughed.
I took each one, without apprehension.
I did, what good girls don't do.
And your best friend, who we won't mention.
I been so full of cock.
Melted ice cream, down my thighs play.
And through it all, on hands and knees I crawl.
I still live to fuck on broadway.
I've licked and sucked while tied.
Swallowed more then my intention.
With all the vibrators I did ride.
I thank Mr Granville for his invention.
Choose, if I could be, Paula Adul, for one more day.
All in all, Were it up to me.
I still want, one more three-way.
SandraD1000 had a post about regret that set my wheels turning.
If you're a fan of the chairman of the board, so am I.
Don't hate me for stealing. There are so many other moral indiscretions to hold against me.
If you secretly want to be Paula Adul. The line starts behind me.
Joseph Granville, you have my undying gratitude.
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Real life Cowboys
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Publié :29/6/2008 1h44
Dernière mise à jour :15/8/2009 20h41 2793 vues
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It is rare that I endorse a club, diner, or hotel. However, last night I was at a place called Cowboy Dance Hall in San Antonio, Texas. It's fun. Live music was the Glen Templeton Band. They were good. The best live acts are still on the road and playing venues, clubs and bars. Not on those cheesy American-Idle-Who's-Not-Got-Talent Shows.
Big dance floor. Pool tables, craps table, poker table. Large stage, excellent lighting. Valet in the restrooms. A mechanical bull on the ground floor. In the adjoining section is a full size rodeo ring. We saw professional bull-riding, salute to the armed forces. A sixty thousand dollar college grant was awarded to the wife of a army serviceman. To attend the University of Central Florida. Their mascot: The Bulls.
Upstairs is a smaller dance floor, a view of the rodeo ring or the main dance floor and stage. Another bar, pool tables and restrooms. July 3rd will be Jo Dee Messina. The bands are country/western/rock music. Between sets a DJ plays dance music for those who do not two-step or line dance. This is a mix or the Urban Cowboy and Cowboy Cowboy crowd. I enjoyed myself.
Go to www.cowboydancehall.com to see more. If you go to the dance hall itself, go into the gift shop. Plenty of neat things that will not melt your credit card. Scores of attractive cowboys and beautiful cowgirls. I will be here for a few days. The only drawback, the temperature downtown was one hundred and eleven at twelve noon on saturday.
Before I am flooded with e-mail. No, it is not a drag queen club. My alter-ego has a life also. He is my man about town-entertainment scout.
He was invited by friends and gave me this wonderful review. Also the boys who played for the Mobile Baybears Minor League Baseball team were moved here to play for the San Antonio Missions. The Mobile Baybears team was acquired by the Arizona Diamondbacks.
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Green confetti? No just green Money.
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Publié :27/6/2008 12h43
Dernière mise à jour :15/8/2009 20h46 2666 vues
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David Stern is happy. The Boston Celtics are happy. Burgeoning authors Johnson and Bird are happy. The NBA is happy. Kobe Bryant is happy for the time being. Shaq could lose his badge.
In April NBA commissioner David Stern said; it was his understanding that the fans were tired of lackluster NBA Finals. They wanted the glory years of the past. Another Celtics/Lakers match up. He wished to see that himself. The team of the past lacked glamor. Meaning the San Antonio Spurs. I'm not a Spurs fan. But a slap in the face is a slap in the face.
After that statement Manu Ginobili was throwing passes to Tim Duncans feet. The Spurs started putting up air balls and bricks. The choreography was as transparent as the New England Patriots offensive line in the faux Super Bowl. Stern had the nerve to issue the statement that "referees were not instructed on guiding the outcome of games" There is no need, it's decided before the coin toss.
Charles Barkley pointed out the Spurs play solid defense and sharp offense. They win championships and go home to be with their families. That is not enough for the NBA. A team has to produce stars and headlines year round. Their are no Air Duncan sneakers. The Spurs side court does not look like a hollywood casting call of stars.
One sad moment was the Celtics sending a player into the locker room, supposedly hurt. Only to return to the court. Mimicking the Larry Bird return to play from years ago. It was cheap, fairly crass and drew cheers from the ticket buyers. You paid to see a show, you saw one.
Phil Jackson is too young to assume the most titles win from Red Auerbach. The Boston Celtics are the glorified pedigree of professional basketball. They will have to repeat in 2009. The Lakers will fall again. Another MVP pat on the back for Kobe Bryant. Also a boost to sales for Larry and Magics book. Making room for another Laker run in 2010. In time for the big Kobe VS Shaq showdown. LaBraun James is young and will be looked over much as Kevin Garnett. Until he joins an approved team.
It will be Shaqs time to step down from the ranks of NBA big men. The Sun will be given a Reggie Miller and the Pacers like send off. Shaq will shed tears thanking all who made this moment possible. The axe between he and Kobe will be buried. Passing the new NBA Man of the Moment-Michael Jordan credentials to Kobe Bryant.
Still, would not it be just as good, if they just let the men play the game? Not decide in the office who will win what championship in what year. Based on sales of merchandise and celebrity headlines news.
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Yes, I like to watch.
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Publié :20/5/2008 19h22
Dernière mise à jour :15/8/2009 20h59 3092 vues
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Like any fetish costume wearing super heroine, I have been watching everything. And reading. Visiting posts, and answering magazine questions when necessary. I just did not have the spirit to write anything from scratch.
Senator Obama and Senator Clinton continue to wear each other down, playing the full seven games. While Senator McCain rests, doing one appearance a day to stay sharp.
Kyle Busch wrecks Dale Earnhardt Jr. Because Kyle was released from the team. Dale is easier to work with and is liked by fans. At the track in Richmond, people threw debris at Kyle.
New Orleans Hornets choke, May 19th. Firing five shots inside the lane. Missing all five shots and losing game seven.
Amy Winehouse was arrested in order to be interviewed, about video showing her drug abuse and a assault charge. Anyone else would be arrested, to be interrogated.
Dennis Rodman beats up a girlfriend, at a hotel.
The couple is still dating, she appreciates the publicity. He appreciates that he can still draw the foul.
In order to deny Charles Manson parole again, mysterious bodies are suspected to be buried under a farm house connected to him.
Execute him or give him one of those brain dead non-reality shows.
President Bush considers a second round of economic stimulus checks. Was stunned, that scores of people used the first check, to catch up one of many months over due, mortgage payments.
Producers gamble that people will actually go to see Sex And The City on the big screen.
Charles Barley acknowledges he owes a Vegas casino $400,000. Says one day he will stop gambling. Still flirts with idea of being governor of Alabama.
Level 3.1 earthquake during May, in a remote area of Alabama. Damage was negligible. There is an advantage to keeping the wheels on your home. Yes, I expect bags of hate mail for saying this.
Mobile, Alabama based drug dealer surrenders his house in Houston. 2007 Mercedes. 2007 BMW M6. 2007 Avalanche. 2006 Ferrari F-430. 2002 Saturn. 2001 BMW X5. $47,041 cash. A Zenith, Hublot, Cartier, and Corum wrist watches. 15 karat gold diamond ring. 14 karat gold JESUS pendant necklace. 330 pounds of uncut cocaine. worth $3,300,000. wholesale. AND $19,272 in cashiers checks.
All for a reduced prison sentence. He got it. Instead of life, he gets 20 years. Possible parole in 5 years with excellent behavior.
In a fit of romantic depression. I seduced a dark haired, lean, yet buff, 24 year old stud boy. His name was Bobby. Enjoyed kissing his soft lips, licking his smooth muscular chest. Sucked him off with enthusiasm. Let him screw me senseless. Fell asleep on his couch that folds out into a bed. The whole time I was fantasizing he was Home Shopping Network sex kitten Bobbie Ray Carter fucking me with a strap-on cock.
Today in 1992. Massapequa, New York. Mary Jo Buttafuoco was shot and seriously wounded by Amy Fisher.
Fisher was the teenage girlfriend of scumbag philandering mob wanna-be Joey Buttafuoco.
Who enticed Fisher to kill his wife, because although well connected, he could not find a hitman. When Amy failed to kill his wife.
Joey ran to Marys' hospital bedside and crawled up inside her ass. Passing all blame to Amy. Like the true punk messenger boy he is.
4-3 Decision. California Supreme Court overturns the previous discrimination of marriage against certain American citizens. Some people call it gay marriage. Marriage is marriage. If you love each other, congratulations. I wish all the newlyweds the very best.
I've been having a romantic/emotional drama the past few weeks. Does not mean I have not been paying attention, this month. I like to watch, or be watched. Still, if only to have a heart in my chest, as hard as some of the dicks, I've had in my ass. Oh, if only to be loved by the one you love the most.
Make a wish on a full moon.
It could come true.
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Oh, to be innocent and seduced.
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Publié :7/4/2008 17h33
Dernière mise à jour :15/8/2009 21h10 2750 vues
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I offer my congratulations to the winners, runners up, participants, all burners of the midnight oil. Writers worked with impassioned vigor, up to the editors deadline. Sustained by vivid imaginations, viagra and vibrators. To become the next Hemingway of the Homo/Hetero Erotic.
The first Seduce A Star writing contest, was a tremendous success. Bags of mail arrived from as far away as Nepal.
Well, no not really. It was an on-line contest. But, were these the days of pen and paper.
The mail room would have been flooded with entries.
For weeks, the ears of hollywood stars and b-list celebrities alike, burned with equal indignation. As thousands of would be authors and day job hacks slumped over keyboards. Fueled by Red Bull/Vodka and doses of self-medication. Occasionally resorting to left handed typing for inspiration.
My God, the agony, the shame, the bliss.
Many a night, man, woman, both. Or any combination there of, succumbed to the randy thoughts of the seldom said. Tearing away clothing and falling to the floor overcome by the moment. Same to say of the haphazard lover, suddenly overcoming his writers block. Screaming a passage of solicitous dialog, all at the wrong moment. "Ah ha! Finally, Amy Winehouse. You sullen wrench! YOU--ARE--MINE!"
To which his male lover replies. "What did you just say?"
Again, well done. To all those, who used the power of composition, to seduce a star or inadvertently spurn a lover.
Your contributions were well received.
Rest assured your words and the image of some major actor or actress, is the fire of someones masturbatory glee.
Somewhere in America, on a promotional tour.
At a showing of "Leatherheads" later this week.
While being questioned by the media.
After these contest blogs intermingle with internet news.
George Clooney: "What? Me? We did what? To who?
No, I don't know that woman.
And I've never even met Tom Brady."
Lawsuits are in progress.
Subpoenas are in the mail.
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The Secular Four Day Weekend.
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Publié :20/3/2008 19h18
Dernière mise à jour :15/8/2009 21h15 3154 vues
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This weekend upsets me. It starts because I can't see the kids who were this close to being our grandchildren. They are not being told about the significance of this weekend. The miracle birth. Life of teaching peaceful philosophy. Being wrongfully accused. Mocked and executed. Returning from the dead, still having faith in us to believe.
Instead they are being raised up into hokey non-sense. About looking just so on one sunday out of the year for photographs. And if you are good little children for a few days, you get a basket full of candy.
There is the main difference between Christmas and Easter. True the songs are better. Still it's the events and the irony.
December 0000. A baby comes into the world in the middle of winter. Freezing ass cold night in a stable.
People bring blankets.
March 0033. First decent spring day, the same man is nailed to a stick and killed. People bring lawn chairs.
I have never made the connection of a giant rabbit and colored eggs.
Do I send cards? No. Do we take off work for four days? No
It's not just the indifference or the kangaroo court that sentenced a innocent man to drag a cross down a street, to his own execution.
Or that thousands of people just watched and did nothing.
They also had to put him in a cave. Post a guard and block the entrance with a big fucking rock.
Like he was going somewhere.
HA, HA, Roman Army the jokes on you.
When the great day comes, and it will.
I want to be close by, when they ask the people from the trial to explain.
What did Jesus do that merited crucifixion? This answer, better be the Matlock of all answers.
For an entity that created everything. And things, we have never seen. Things so far out in space, we will never see them.
God knows forms of torture, to bring pain, we can't even describe.
Fear in such a degree, that the brain would literally shut down.
But God, being God, will not let it shut down.
It would continue, like a bad eight track tape.
The closest I can explain is awaking from anesthesia. Seeing your orthodontist lying on the floor. And Jack Bauer leaning over you, fondling a tray full of surgical steel implements.
I'm also upset at Mel Gibson and that movie.
Mostly Mel Gibson. He made many bad movies.
Don't even try to sell me on this was Gibsons' vision of the event. His paying homage to his religious beliefs. KA-CHING.
If he wants to pay homage. Make him pay everyone back, their ticket money for Lethal Weapon 3 & 4. Then let him exercise his vision by getting into character. By dragging a cross along a city street, up hill. And not a cross on wheels like the guy you see being followed by the van, stocked with water and a fresh change of clothes.
Then, give me a nail gun. Give him one chance to explain The Patriot. Do you think we never read a history book? Never again will anyone joke about, a critic nailing someone to the cross with a bad review.
Easter will arrive. More than a few people will get the message. Just as many will miss the point. Radio stations will hide millions of eggs containing money and tickets to crappy rock shows. Clubs will do huge business thanks to the four day weekend. And wives of dentists will dance naked in drunken orgasms at the thought of all the cavities and bad teeth to be cashed in on.
I wish most of you well. It is my sincere wish that this time next year, I can send a greeting of a peaceful and cordial message. From our famliy to yours.
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The Birthday Girl answered....sort of.
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Publié :18/2/2008 16h36
Dernière mise à jour :15/8/2009 21h19 3073 vues
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Today a glossy 8x10 arrived at the office. It was signed. I was thrilled. I realize with the sheer bulk of mail received, it is impossible to reply to each letter. So, I never expect anything other than the standard black and white photo with the signature stamp.
February 9th, I thought I would get ahead of the game this year, by sending a combination Happy Valentines and Happy Birthday card. One of those huge over sized cards, you see at gas stations and novelty stores. If anything, it will stand out and be noticed. Then be buried with the bags of letters, fan mail and cards.
Instead my desk is adorned by a beautiful hand signed picture of Jane Seymour. Who turned fifty-seven on February 15th. That means when I first got my crush on her during "Live and Let Die", I was eleven, she was only twenty-three.
Now I can have my morning coffee and imagine how Dr. Quinn and I would have saved the West and enjoyed passionate romance, if I had been Sully. Of course there is that time travel thing when instead of Sully, I'm Scully from the X-Files. Dr. Quinn and Scully while working closely together, fall to an erotic need for each other during a tender moment. When everything that can be done to save Sullys life, is now left to fate. He survives against incredible odds and they enegage a ardent three way
Still even better is when Sully and Naked Deer(me) first meet and have to fight to the death. Dr. Quinn is held captive by renegade Apache cheif Black Eagle. Me and Sully are tied together at the wrist by leather. Allowed only a sharp knives. Naked bodies glistening with oil and sweat against the roaring fire. The screams of excited blood thirsty savages, the drum beats. The long flowing hair, the deep tans, the muscularity.
The two leading men always hate each other. All seems lost. But Scully manages to convince a U.S. Calvary Colonel not to lead a slaughter on the manipulated indian nation. The plot involving an evil land baron, the railroad, the U.S. Government and space aliens is exposed. Dr. Quinn, Sully, Scully and I engage in torrid animal lovemaking. Before Scully and I have to return to the future.
So that I can send Jane Seymour her next birthday card.
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Roy Scheider 1932-2008
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Publié :11/2/2008 17h40
Dernière mise à jour :15/8/2009 21h26 3113 vues
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Roy Scheider is gone. Among the James Bonds, Rambos and Axel Foleys of the screen; Scheider played the lead like a true everyman. He carried that look of the average man faced with other than average circumstances.
Whether facing down the great white shark in JAWS, holding his own with heavy weights like Gene Hackman and Robert Shaw or keeping his composure with Ann Margaret and Vanity. Scheider did it the way we would have, only better. No unnecessary muscle flexing, no milking his exit. A study in inner strength. Up there with McQueen, guys that say much buy saying a little.
Then came "All That Jazz" playing the character for Bob Fossee, we had a chance to see the song and dance man. A role thats made jaws drop, when you realized his versatility. I watched this one a hundred times. Who else would look credible in the role of someone living out his own heart attack in a broadway dream sequence? Most guys wear sequins, we draw attention. The character of Joe Gideon draws a line on the ground, that asks: You got a problem?!
Golden Gloves boxer, sportsman, singer, dancer, actors' actor, writer, family man.
Prayers and comfort for the Scheider family.
Two wives, two daughters, one son.
Our thoughts to a library of work that ended much too soon.
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Super Bowl ? or Super Let-Down?
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Publié :4/2/2008 17h30
Dernière mise à jour :15/8/2009 21h31 3373 vues
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Sunday evening should have closed the Mardi Gras weekend with another celebration. A celebration of excellence. Once long ago, the 1948 Cleveland Browns 15-0, again the 1972 Miami dolphins 17-0. And now the New England Patriots for undefeated NFL seasons 19-0. To see another team join the elite few, a perfect season, in our life time.
Instead we were treated to an offensive line that refused to block. Offering the quarterback little protection. Gaps in the line, large enough to drive a golf cart through. One hand slap and grab at jerseys, instead of wrap up tackling. Defensive backs playing their wide receivers soft off the line, to allow comfortable passing routes.
By not nearly as comfortable as Eli Manning. Who could have thrown passes from an on field arm chair. Older brother Peyton Manning was more at risk of a sack, in the luxury box. End with non existent cover on the corners. And when needed, league MVP Tom Brady throwing into double and triple coverage. This was a true disgrace.
You have to go back to the 1934 and the 1942 Chicago Bears. To see such championship game day choking melt downs. The 1934 defeat? At the hands of the New York Giants. For reasons logical only to the National Football League. These teams are not recognized by current records.
I was begging the defensive backs to take the penalty, make early contact, break up the pass. I was stunned at Bill Belichick for his casual response at half time. "We'll let the defense win this one" I was screaming at Randy Moss to stop celebrating, with 2:42 left on the clock. I'm still waiting on the Patriots running game to begin. And yes, I was sexually excited by Naomi Campbell and lizards dancing to Thriller.
Will this team be around next year? Doubtful. Free agency, injuries, trades due to a low place in the draft. A second run at the undefeated season? Doubtful. An undefeated season in todays NFL is timing, luck, near injury free play and winning every game. If you're ten years old, you probably might see this season again in your life time. If you're ten years old, you're probably not reading this website.
I'm a Buffalo Bills follower. I know the pain being this close, and seeing the win slip away. Again and again and again. My heart goes out to New England fans. I hope the coaches play calling, was just incompetence and stupidity. Not people with history in their grasp, laying down for the Vegas Bookmakers.
Before we join Tom and Giselle. We congratulate the New York Giants. Welcome another member of the Manning family to the trophy club. Salute Micheal Strahan for waiting fifteen years for his ring. And apologize to Coach Tom Coughlin who was this close to be fired early in the season.
I would like to have been one of the Victoria Secret mannequins in Giselle Bundshen bedroom (where do you think supermodels hang their clothes? on hangers?) while she was giving Tom Brady sympathy sex. To hear his explanation of what really went wrong. Who really threw that game. He could admit all in their after sex soul bearing moment of truth.....Oh, hell with the explanation and being the mannequin. What he needs now, is a good three way. When his hair is all ruffed up and he hasn't shaved, he's hot.
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For the Auburn and the Alabama people.
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Publié :25/9/2007 12h58
Dernière mise à jour :11/3/2012 16h35 3421 vues
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September 15th, the Auburn University Tigers lost to the University of South Florida Bulls. In over time Coach Tommy Tuberville chose to go for a field goal; three points. Coach Jim Leavitt studied this for a moment, as it might be a maneuver of superior gamesmanship. Then he sent his quarterback in to throw a pass to the end zone, touchdown; six points. Game Over.
September 22nd, the University of Alabama Crimson Tide lost to the University of Georgia Bulldogs. In over time Coach Nick Saban chose to go for a field goal; three points. Coach Mark Richt remembered the previous weekend Auburn/South Florida contest. And pondered this as a shrewd psychological ploy. Then he sent in his quarterback to throw a pass to the end zone, touchdown; six points. Game Over.
Neither Tuberville nor Saban are from the state of Alabama. But they both have been drinking the water. I will exclude remarks about the Alabama Public School System. As thousands of loyal fans for Auburn and Alabama respectively watched in stunned disbelief.
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