Boy, Shitifa showa humiliated my ass dis morning. I told her ass about da dream I had about Amelia, where I got to moida hoy tits. Shitifa was pissed. Dat horwa asked why my ass was fantasizing about dat "skinny, honky bitch". Shitifa pointed out dat Amelia hates my ass (until I convince amelia to marry my ass) and dat Shitifa lets me eat out hoy chedda cheese smellin' ass.
I den instinctively said "yuck". This provoked Shitifa, dat slut reached beneath my trousa's and unda my gut den grabbed a tuft of pubes poyched above my cock. She jerked it hard enough to pull a handful of hair out while she pinched my nipples and snapped hoy fingas. AHHHHHH!!!!!
Den she tripped my ass where I landed on my gut. As I lay dere, she pulled down my pants to my ankles. Den da slut began flicking hoy middle finga at my asshole clit as I screamed "my clit, my fuckin' clit...." Ova and ova again Shitifa thumped my shit-clit. Soon all da guys showed up to watch da spectacle. Da humiliation led to a soyging swell of an impending climax which caused my ass to sweat profusely.
Suddenly my ass couldn't breathe. I panicked and thrashed, but still I couldn't breathe. Den she picked slapped my ass clit wit hoy black dildo, den da soyge of a humiliating oygazm came. Dat bastid Letravis Goyman was so aroused, he stat'ed humping Mud, who was pounding his weina wit da bra he makes my ass wear. Da soyge was so strong I crapped all ova da place den passed out in a puddle of my own piss and shit.
Now I an foyced to relive dis humiliation tonight at da Lib's anti-republican fund-raisa, since dis most recent bout of anal humiliation was filmed by da Toid and posted it on da Demorat Pa'ties official website. Why I oughtaaaa.....
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Da Devil went to Braddock
Da devil went down to Braddock, his ass was lookin' for a Hoyshey hole to fuck.
He was in a bind 'cause he liked men's behinds: he was willin' to try his luck.
When he came across dis lard-ass jackin' on his little weina' tot.
And da devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Hey fat-ass let me tell you what:
"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a jacker too.
"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet wit you.
"Now you jack your tiny cock pretty good, fat boy, but give da devil his due:
"I bet a dildo of gold against your hole, 'cause I think I'll cum quicka' dan you."
The fat ass said: "My name's Tony and jackin' might be a sin,
"But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cause I'm da fastest jack dat's ever been."
Tony you greasin up your cock and jack like a reta'd.
'Cawse hells broke loose in Braddock and da devil jacks it ha'd.
And if you win you get dis sticky dildo made of gold.
But if you lose, the devil rapes your asshole.
Da devil opened up his vaseline and he said: "I'll start dis show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he lathered up his cockbow.
And he pulled his cock across his balls and it made an evil hiss.
Den a band of demons sta'ted jackin' and it sounded sum'tin like dis.
When da devil finished, Tony said: "Well you're pretty quick ol' son.
"But if you'll recover in dat chair, right dere, and let my ass show you how it's done."
Fire on the mountain, run boys, run.
Da devil's strokin' in da house of da risin' sun.
Jackin' in da bread pin, spurtin' out goo.
Moanin' like a crack whore screaming, "ooo, ooo, ooo."
Da devil bowed his head because he knew dat he been beat.
He laid dat sticky, golden dildo on da ground at Tony's obese feet.
Tony said: "Devil just come on back if you ever wanna jack again.
"I told you once, you motha, I'm da quickest jack dat's ever been."
Fire on the mountain, run boys, run.
Da devil's strokin' in da house of da risin' sun.
Jackin' in da bread pin, spurtin' out goo.
Moanin' like a crack whore screaming, "ooo, ooo, ooo."
He was in a bind 'cause he liked men's behinds: he was willin' to try his luck.
When he came across dis lard-ass jackin' on his little weina' tot.
And da devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Hey fat-ass let me tell you what:
"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a jacker too.
"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet wit you.
"Now you jack your tiny cock pretty good, fat boy, but give da devil his due:
"I bet a dildo of gold against your hole, 'cause I think I'll cum quicka' dan you."
The fat ass said: "My name's Tony and jackin' might be a sin,
"But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cause I'm da fastest jack dat's ever been."
Tony you greasin up your cock and jack like a reta'd.
'Cawse hells broke loose in Braddock and da devil jacks it ha'd.
And if you win you get dis sticky dildo made of gold.
But if you lose, the devil rapes your asshole.
Da devil opened up his vaseline and he said: "I'll start dis show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he lathered up his cockbow.
And he pulled his cock across his balls and it made an evil hiss.
Den a band of demons sta'ted jackin' and it sounded sum'tin like dis.
When da devil finished, Tony said: "Well you're pretty quick ol' son.
"But if you'll recover in dat chair, right dere, and let my ass show you how it's done."
Fire on the mountain, run boys, run.
Da devil's strokin' in da house of da risin' sun.
Jackin' in da bread pin, spurtin' out goo.
Moanin' like a crack whore screaming, "ooo, ooo, ooo."
Da devil bowed his head because he knew dat he been beat.
He laid dat sticky, golden dildo on da ground at Tony's obese feet.
Tony said: "Devil just come on back if you ever wanna jack again.
"I told you once, you motha, I'm da quickest jack dat's ever been."
Fire on the mountain, run boys, run.
Da devil's strokin' in da house of da risin' sun.
Jackin' in da bread pin, spurtin' out goo.
Moanin' like a crack whore screaming, "ooo, ooo, ooo."
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
why i oughtaaaa......
My masta, Clay Boytrand said this to my ass da udda day? What the fuck does it mean?
"Smedley says that while your already sucking & cupping my balls, lick the taint too. I agree that you might as well. If you flick your tongue on the taint while stroking the shaft (after you lubed it up of course) sploosh! Catch it in your mouth for tasty surprise!! :-)"
"Smedley says that while your already sucking & cupping my balls, lick the taint too. I agree that you might as well. If you flick your tongue on the taint while stroking the shaft (after you lubed it up of course) sploosh! Catch it in your mouth for tasty surprise!! :-)"
Friday, June 26, 2009
Well, at least my ass is no longa' a voygin...
Now dat my ass is foyty tree, I looked back ova my life. I realized I was very shy and to dis day hadn't had any sexual experiences except wit my hand, Kelly da Fruit’s silky coytans, or eatin' out dat whore Shitifa's cheddar cheese smellin ass. Da only way I can get my rocks off, is I have to get away from my masta and savya's woyshipas who severely tortured my ass whenever I am caught jackin'--which is quite often. I had dis one place where I can go to peep on one of my ma’s old friends while I rub little Noochi wit da "flintlock" maneuver.
Da udda night, I was peepin on dat old broad. Da lot next to her shack was undeveloped and afforded me the ability to spy on hoy ass without woyey. I had spied on her ass several times, seeing everyting from da old bag undressing out of hoy goydle and cleanin' out her adult diapas, to some pretty exciting sexual tings wit some black men.
As I was standin on da air conditioner watchin her old ass disrobe, she bent down facin' hoy closet, giving me a perfect shot of hoy wrinkled puss. I failed to see dat da Crunk had slipped out of da room and had come around da coyna of da house, catchin my ass peeping while I was jackin'. I jumped down (wit my skid-marked pants around my ankles) and tried to act like I was lookin for my fake vagina and dat I was practicin' karate, but his ass wasn't buyin' it.
Da Crunk took my ass into the house (wit my pants still around my ankles) and said, "Ho, look at dis fat honky fuck I found outside our bedroom window." Dey sta'ted talkin about callin' da Toid on my ass. I was freaking out. Den, da old broad asked my ass if I tawt she was pretty. I told her I tawt she was very beautiful. She den dropped her nightgown and diapa to da flowa and asked me if I tawt her ass was sexy. I tink da rise in da flab around my cock was answa enough, but I told her "Oh, yes." Den she asked my ass if I tawt it would be better to touch her dan to just look at her ass troo da window. I was really scared, but I told her ass dat, yes, it would be much nicer.
She foiced my ass to wear a blindfold. Den, she told my ass to come and feel her fuckin' tits. Dis was the first real breast I had ever laid my hand on. Doz tits felt much smalla dan dey looked and ratha' boney. At da same time, she reached over and began rubbin' my cock. Toyns out, she and da Crunk was into some kinky shit. Dey taught me everyting about sex a person could imagine.
At last, afta 20 seconds of some ha'd poundin'--doggy style--I was not a voygin. But unfoytunately fowa my ass, my bliss was soon toyned into utta and complete humiliation. When I took da blindfold off, what I witnessed in da bed where I popped my cherry was Kelly "Da Fruit" Millis. He was totally nude and smokin' a fuckin' cigarette. On top of dat shit, I saw all my fuckin' pals (includin' dat old bag) standin' around wit video cameras laughin' at my ass. Da fuckin Toid played dat goddamn trumpet.
I yelled out real loud. You fuckin' assholes, you toyned my ass into a fag. I den challenged da Toid to a match. Afta my Loyd and Savya, da Liberal Libarian descend from his golden throne and allowed da match to ensue, da Toid began givin' my ass a severe beatin'.
As I was standing punch drunk on my feet, da Toid shoved da trumpet in my ass, den pushed my ass down where I landed on my fuckin' gut. Da gas dat came out of my ass made da most humiliatin' sound to ever come out of dat goddamn trumpet--da Toid was declared da winna, den everyting went black.
When I awoke da next day from my tremendous beatin' and humiliation in my slave quartas', I saw plasta'd across da whole house postas of my homosexual experience. I was told to autograph deez posta's so dey can be sold at my Masta's Communist cafe. Dat hot old broad had set my ass up. Why I oughtaaaa.... Well, at least da good news is, I'm no longa a voygin.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Masta Klaus
Last year on today’s date my ma told my ass da truth about da Tooth Fairy, da Easta Bunny and Santa Claus all in da same day---the same day she told my ass about da sex. Der wey two tings wrong here. Foyst, I would have prefoyed hearing about da sex from Amelia---dere's just something not right about a ma explaining sex to hoy son.
Especially a ma who lays down wit multiple black men every fucking day—often at da same time. Da NOYVE!!!
Second, she left something out. I'm not talking about da sex—she told my ass all about da orgies, oral, anal, and bukakee sex, dat she had wit da black wresla’s and a ups man--what her ass left out was da foyth memba of da mytalogical muskateers---da Tooth Fairy, da Easter Bunny, Santa Claus AND my masta and savya da liberal liberian --- da liberal masta, Son of Science, Queen of Queers, Loyd of Loyds, Prince of Lies, and one of da primary reasons der is no peace on da eoyth—or at least no peace fowa my sowa ass spinkter.
I rememba being stunned by da news. Santa Claus, not real? Impossible! After all, I had da evidence. I had experienced crimmus morning—even at da brown view apa’tments when I was living wit da Toid. I had wonderful memories of da event. I rememba jakin-off in da wee hours of da morning (tinking about da lovely Amelia) in da small, dark, smelly room, seeing our aluminum dildo tree cova’d in goo from da Toid. Afta jackin, I would just lie on da floowa (in da nude because my masta would not let my ass sleep in da bed or wear clothes at night). But when I had to get up to squeeze a toid owt my ass, I saw all da fuckin’ presents dat Santa had left.
Dere was foytha proof of Santa's existence in da half-eaten, cum-stained cookies and toids floatin' in milk which I had placed out da night befoy; and a hand-written note to my ass (always printed) tankin’ my ass for da snack, and that I should eat da leftova's or face a tremendous beatin. Now my ma was telling my ass that it had all been a lie, a joke, a charade? I was devastated. I was also fuyious, but I had been taught well to keep my emotions 'unda-control.'
However, inside I was angrily aroused because I was, yet again, so humiliated. So afta I finished jackin, I sta'ted tinkin'. Just last year my ma had encouraged my ass to take a photograph to Coytis's boythday party...a photograph of my ass and da 'real' Santa. Afta I showed da Revrund dis pickcha, he oyded his black goons (Malik Monroe and Eugene Washington) to give my ass a severe beatin which dey did.
I had always been skeptical about all da different Santas I encountered around crimmus time. Some, in doz days, even wore a ha’d plastic mask wit bright rosy cheeks and eye-holes for dem to see troo, makin dem look like some strangely jolly Halloween ghoul. ma always explained doze away by telling my ass dat dey was fags ...da real Santa was just too busy to be everywhere. I accepted dis.
Den, tree years ago, while visiting my masta, in his palace, I had encountered da 'real' Santa Claus in a depa'tment store in Braddock. I was thrilled. Anyone could see he was da real ting. His face was real, and he even wore little wire-rimmed spectacles just below his kind, blue eyes. I treasured da 5x7 framed photo of myself, seated on
da 'real' Santa's knee. Befoy my goyth caused his leg to shatta.
Now it was suddenly apparant dat I had been allowed...no, encoyaged to make a complete fool of my ass by proudly displaying my Santa photo in front of my fellow frustrated inc membas. Dat sure humiliated my ass. How could my ma have done dis to my ass? How could I face my pals and my masta, knowing what I know now? How many of dem must have been laughing at my ass den? And not because I sound like Coyly Howard or because of all da sexual humiliation I endoy every fuckin' day. Why I oughtaaaa!!!!!
To make matters woyse, my ma was almost taunting my ass as she continued the revalations:
"Ehhhhh......You didn't really think....ehhhhh..... that a big rabbit hopped around the neighborhood, leaving baskets of candy and sex toys....ehhhhh...did you? Ehhh......." she said, only half suppressing a chuckle.
"Hell, yes...I did !", I mutta'd. "Why wouldn't I ?" "You've told my ass all my life that it was true. How was I to know you were lying to my ass ?" "You old fuckin whore!!" "How could you have lied to my ass all deez years ? And Why? What otha lies have you told my ass ?"
At dis point a tawt occuyed to my ass and I asked, "What about my loyd and savya, da liberal libarian?"
"Ehhhhh......What? Ehhhh....." she said, her tone suddenly very serious.
"Well, is da liberal librarian's mystical powas just make-believe, too...like da oddas?" (It seemed even to my obese mind dat he fit rather neatly into da same category as da rest.)
"Ehhhh.... No! Of course not!" Ehhhhh..... "Don't ever say a thing like that. People won't like you. Ehhhhh.... Fuck you, you fat fuckin' failure. Ehhhh......."
Here was da crux of my ma's philosophy of life, one dat she stamped upon my ass so indelibly that it's taken most of my foyty-two years to get rid of---- Da most impoytant ting in life is fowa people to like your ass.
Well, I won't even go into all da problems which dat kind of tinking has caused my ass, except to say dat it has made my progress of being da greatest wrestler of all time very slow and difficult. People ( 99% of Americans) don't like jobbas, the leftova 1% are just losers like my ass. So...if you want to be liked, it follows that you need to be
a great wrestla.
Finally, dough, you reach a point in life where your priorities change. One day you realize dat da most important ting in life is dat you avoid eating out Shitifa's cheese smellin ass fowa one day... to hell wit dis nasty whore!
After all, doubting da existence of my lord and savya's mystical abilities was a bad ting, everyone fuckin' knew dat--because my ma told all dey asses...even dat weird lookin guy in da sunglasses and suit.
Da day dat Santa Claus died, my masta's mystical abilities died too. Such is life... I tawt. Until one evening I was surrounded by all membas of Frustrated Inc at Clay Boytrand's house. Even my ma was dere. Dey showa laid a tremendous beating on my ass, while my ma kept screamin' "Ehhh!!!!........... Kill him!!!!.... Ehhh!!!" Da noyve!!
Den afta da most severe beatin I eva received, I was left layin' dere in a pool of my own blood, piss, and shit lookin to da sky. Den da strange guy wit da sunglasses came up to my ass toyned around, pull den his trousa's, and let loose a toyant of rancid, liquified stool all ova my face. Dat was da last ting I rememba, until I awoke from another coma 7 weeks lata in a room full of my used colostomy bags.
Here's a tawt which just now occuyed to my ass while writing this a'ticle:
You'd better watch out.
You betta not pout.
You'd better believe in da supa-natural powers of my liberal masta,
Cause
Liberal Klaz is comin' to town
Liberal Klaz is comin' to town
Liberal Klaz is comin' to town
He's makin' a list and checkin it twicet
He's gonna find out if you've been jackin at night
Liberal Klaz is comin' to town
Liberal Klaz is comin' to town
Liberal Klaz is comin' to town
Especially a ma who lays down wit multiple black men every fucking day—often at da same time. Da NOYVE!!!
Second, she left something out. I'm not talking about da sex—she told my ass all about da orgies, oral, anal, and bukakee sex, dat she had wit da black wresla’s and a ups man--what her ass left out was da foyth memba of da mytalogical muskateers---da Tooth Fairy, da Easter Bunny, Santa Claus AND my masta and savya da liberal liberian --- da liberal masta, Son of Science, Queen of Queers, Loyd of Loyds, Prince of Lies, and one of da primary reasons der is no peace on da eoyth—or at least no peace fowa my sowa ass spinkter.
I rememba being stunned by da news. Santa Claus, not real? Impossible! After all, I had da evidence. I had experienced crimmus morning—even at da brown view apa’tments when I was living wit da Toid. I had wonderful memories of da event. I rememba jakin-off in da wee hours of da morning (tinking about da lovely Amelia) in da small, dark, smelly room, seeing our aluminum dildo tree cova’d in goo from da Toid. Afta jackin, I would just lie on da floowa (in da nude because my masta would not let my ass sleep in da bed or wear clothes at night). But when I had to get up to squeeze a toid owt my ass, I saw all da fuckin’ presents dat Santa had left.
Dere was foytha proof of Santa's existence in da half-eaten, cum-stained cookies and toids floatin' in milk which I had placed out da night befoy; and a hand-written note to my ass (always printed) tankin’ my ass for da snack, and that I should eat da leftova's or face a tremendous beatin. Now my ma was telling my ass that it had all been a lie, a joke, a charade? I was devastated. I was also fuyious, but I had been taught well to keep my emotions 'unda-control.'
However, inside I was angrily aroused because I was, yet again, so humiliated. So afta I finished jackin, I sta'ted tinkin'. Just last year my ma had encouraged my ass to take a photograph to Coytis's boythday party...a photograph of my ass and da 'real' Santa. Afta I showed da Revrund dis pickcha, he oyded his black goons (Malik Monroe and Eugene Washington) to give my ass a severe beatin which dey did.
I had always been skeptical about all da different Santas I encountered around crimmus time. Some, in doz days, even wore a ha’d plastic mask wit bright rosy cheeks and eye-holes for dem to see troo, makin dem look like some strangely jolly Halloween ghoul. ma always explained doze away by telling my ass dat dey was fags ...da real Santa was just too busy to be everywhere. I accepted dis.
Den, tree years ago, while visiting my masta, in his palace, I had encountered da 'real' Santa Claus in a depa'tment store in Braddock. I was thrilled. Anyone could see he was da real ting. His face was real, and he even wore little wire-rimmed spectacles just below his kind, blue eyes. I treasured da 5x7 framed photo of myself, seated on
da 'real' Santa's knee. Befoy my goyth caused his leg to shatta.
Now it was suddenly apparant dat I had been allowed...no, encoyaged to make a complete fool of my ass by proudly displaying my Santa photo in front of my fellow frustrated inc membas. Dat sure humiliated my ass. How could my ma have done dis to my ass? How could I face my pals and my masta, knowing what I know now? How many of dem must have been laughing at my ass den? And not because I sound like Coyly Howard or because of all da sexual humiliation I endoy every fuckin' day. Why I oughtaaaa!!!!!
To make matters woyse, my ma was almost taunting my ass as she continued the revalations:
"Ehhhhh......You didn't really think....ehhhhh..... that a big rabbit hopped around the neighborhood, leaving baskets of candy and sex toys....ehhhhh...did you? Ehhh......." she said, only half suppressing a chuckle.
"Hell, yes...I did !", I mutta'd. "Why wouldn't I ?" "You've told my ass all my life that it was true. How was I to know you were lying to my ass ?" "You old fuckin whore!!" "How could you have lied to my ass all deez years ? And Why? What otha lies have you told my ass ?"
At dis point a tawt occuyed to my ass and I asked, "What about my loyd and savya, da liberal libarian?"
"Ehhhhh......What? Ehhhh....." she said, her tone suddenly very serious.
"Well, is da liberal librarian's mystical powas just make-believe, too...like da oddas?" (It seemed even to my obese mind dat he fit rather neatly into da same category as da rest.)
"Ehhhh.... No! Of course not!" Ehhhhh..... "Don't ever say a thing like that. People won't like you. Ehhhhh.... Fuck you, you fat fuckin' failure. Ehhhh......."
Here was da crux of my ma's philosophy of life, one dat she stamped upon my ass so indelibly that it's taken most of my foyty-two years to get rid of---- Da most impoytant ting in life is fowa people to like your ass.
Well, I won't even go into all da problems which dat kind of tinking has caused my ass, except to say dat it has made my progress of being da greatest wrestler of all time very slow and difficult. People ( 99% of Americans) don't like jobbas, the leftova 1% are just losers like my ass. So...if you want to be liked, it follows that you need to be
a great wrestla.
Finally, dough, you reach a point in life where your priorities change. One day you realize dat da most important ting in life is dat you avoid eating out Shitifa's cheese smellin ass fowa one day... to hell wit dis nasty whore!
After all, doubting da existence of my lord and savya's mystical abilities was a bad ting, everyone fuckin' knew dat--because my ma told all dey asses...even dat weird lookin guy in da sunglasses and suit.
Da day dat Santa Claus died, my masta's mystical abilities died too. Such is life... I tawt. Until one evening I was surrounded by all membas of Frustrated Inc at Clay Boytrand's house. Even my ma was dere. Dey showa laid a tremendous beating on my ass, while my ma kept screamin' "Ehhh!!!!........... Kill him!!!!.... Ehhh!!!" Da noyve!!
Den afta da most severe beatin I eva received, I was left layin' dere in a pool of my own blood, piss, and shit lookin to da sky. Den da strange guy wit da sunglasses came up to my ass toyned around, pull den his trousa's, and let loose a toyant of rancid, liquified stool all ova my face. Dat was da last ting I rememba, until I awoke from another coma 7 weeks lata in a room full of my used colostomy bags.
Here's a tawt which just now occuyed to my ass while writing this a'ticle:
You'd better watch out.
You betta not pout.
You'd better believe in da supa-natural powers of my liberal masta,
Cause
Liberal Klaz is comin' to town
Liberal Klaz is comin' to town
Liberal Klaz is comin' to town
He's makin' a list and checkin it twicet
He's gonna find out if you've been jackin at night
Liberal Klaz is comin' to town
Liberal Klaz is comin' to town
Liberal Klaz is comin' to town
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Suga in my ass
Here's da new song dat my suga daddy, Clay Boytrand made my ass sing at his recent homo supa' bowl pa'ty--in da nude by da way... nyuck, nyuck, nyuck.... wo, wo, wo, wo, wooooo.....
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Pour Some suga' On My Ass"
Step inside, walk dis way
You and my ass babe, Hey, hey!
Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition whorwa, can I be your man?
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, suga' my ass sweet
Little miss ah innocent suga' my ass,yeah
Hey!
C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some suga' on my ass
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some suga' on my ass
C'mon fire my ass up
Pour your suga' on my ass
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my ass yeah
Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little man in a one man show
Drag queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen stool
You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little
Tease a little mowa
Easy operata' come a knockin' on my dowa
Sometime, anytime, suga' my ass sweet
Little miss innocent suga' my ass, yeah
Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some suga' on my ass
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some suga' on my ass
C'mon fire my ass up
Pour your suga' on my ass
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet yeah
[guitar solo]
You got the peaches, I got da cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'Cos I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet
From my head, my head, to my ass
Do you take suga'? one lump or tree?
Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the wind, break it up
Pour some suga' on my ass
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some suga' on my ass
C'mon fire my ass up
Pour your suga' on my ass
Oh, I can't get enough
Pour some suga' on my ass
Oh, in the name of love
Pour some suga' on my ass
Get it, come get it
Pour your suga' on my ass
Ooh
Pour some suga' on my ass
Yeah! suga' my ass!
--------------
Pour Some suga' On My Ass"
Step inside, walk dis way
You and my ass babe, Hey, hey!
Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition whorwa, can I be your man?
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, suga' my ass sweet
Little miss ah innocent suga' my ass,yeah
Hey!
C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some suga' on my ass
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some suga' on my ass
C'mon fire my ass up
Pour your suga' on my ass
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my ass yeah
Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little man in a one man show
Drag queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen stool
You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little
Tease a little mowa
Easy operata' come a knockin' on my dowa
Sometime, anytime, suga' my ass sweet
Little miss innocent suga' my ass, yeah
Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some suga' on my ass
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some suga' on my ass
C'mon fire my ass up
Pour your suga' on my ass
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet yeah
[guitar solo]
You got the peaches, I got da cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'Cos I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet
From my head, my head, to my ass
Do you take suga'? one lump or tree?
Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the wind, break it up
Pour some suga' on my ass
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some suga' on my ass
C'mon fire my ass up
Pour your suga' on my ass
Oh, I can't get enough
Pour some suga' on my ass
Oh, in the name of love
Pour some suga' on my ass
Get it, come get it
Pour your suga' on my ass
Ooh
Pour some suga' on my ass
Yeah! suga' my ass!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
woym air in my mouth- but at least my Steelas are Woyld Champeens!
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009
peka relish
Last night at my suga daddy's house was poyhaps da most humiliatin' night eva. Afta my finishin my gig as a nude model fowa one of his depraved homo pa'ties, my suga daddy--clay boytrand offered my ass some salami with "peppa" relish. well his ass got all excited. in a high pitched oygasmic squeal he axed my ass how much of da salami dat i wanted. my ass loves salami so i says da whole fuckin' ting.
boy he showa wuz arouzed, i could even see dat he had a woody. does he tink i'm gonna do something fowa his ass? i aint' no homo, da fool!!
So anyways, he cut up da salami den he set it on a plate. so i said "wheres da peppa relish"? wit a giant grin on his face, he gleefully and in a high pitch ansa'd, "I though you would never ask!"
Den dat bastid wipt out his rock-ha'd cock, stuck it in a ja' of peppa relish, and stoyed it quite thoyoyly and slapped his relish cock on my salami. Da bastid even said, "Here it is, pecker relish!" He tricked my ass. I told his ass, dat I wasn't gonna eat it.
Just when I was ready to take his ass out, he motioned his black soyvent Smedley to help him. I have to say for a 79 year old man, he showa is tuff. Despite my best efforts, Smedley laid a tremendous beatin' on my ass. He den proped my ass up, and Mista Boytrand said "Are you going to eat this scrumptiuos dinner"? I said hell no.
Boytrand became pissed. He pinched my nipples, twisted dem den snapped his fingas. AHHHH!!!!! I yelled, "Alright! I'll eat da pecka relish!" Den as he was bringin da plate ova to my ass, Boytrand dropped a salami slice on da flowa. He reached to pick it up. As he was coming up he grabed my nuts, twisted dem, den snapped his fingas. AHHHHH!!!! DA BASTID!!!
Well, needless to say I ate a healthy dose of da salami (actually all of it) wit an extra helpin of da pecka relish. On the whole, da salami did not taste too bad.... just a few hairs and a weird bleach smell.
Da next day, as I was gettin ready to retoyn to da asylum from my weekend foylough I saw Clay speakin to a clean-shavin man in a very expensive lookin' suit. Da bastid was also woyin' sunglasses. I ova hoyd da stranga say, "That was a pretty good show you put on last night, dude. See you at the next anti-Castro convention, jack." I wonda who dat guy was.
I wish my foyma masta, da Liberal Librarian was here. He would neva let my ass be humilated. Until den, as long as I'm at Boytrand's mansion, I'll go out fowa a snack.
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