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October 31, 2014
Meridian, Idaho
Why did I've to come? Bubba or Franky could be pounding this woman instead of me. It was their friend—Franky's call anyway—his gaddam wife! Cuckolded her for a poker bet. Ugh. I won. Damn you, Fours! And Bubba folds on a straight flush? They set me up—Jewed me good—Jewed me long time. And long time will it be smashing this five-foot hundred-pound barmaid. And Bubba said he'll be here. Where the fuck is he? Damn you, Bubba! You niggered me again. Fuck!
Her legs open. She massages her vagina with her wet fingertips I had to moist prior to when she stuck them into my mouth unannounced. "It's not going to fuck itself, Jim." She said.
Damn you, guys! Bubba claimed he was on the brink of losing his trailer to his greedy grandparents, that insisted it was their home anyway. They claimed he didn't belong there. So he changed the locks and hunkered down, so the POPO arrived and swarmed the residence. Guns drawn. And so he says.
"Toss me around like a ragdoll, Jim. Please do me like the stories I heard. Fuck me like a no-good whore, you hear me, boy?" Her legs lock around mine as I slide into this pickle. What happens if she enjoys this too much? I begin contemplating as I glide deeper inside. She gasps and wails a phony Japanese anime character cry. Ugh. This woman's severely disturbed, I assured myself. My eyes closed as I reminisced a happier time.
August 23, 2005
Houma, Louisiana
The journey had been rough, taking its toll on my garbage truck. A hurricane had just destroyed this little town in the deep south of Louisiana. I came to looter for copper wiring and scrap metal. Ugh. Big bucks up north for these gems. But I had little time to get er' done. The sun had just risen as I observed the annihilation mother nature left in its path. Or perhaps the storm was artificial, and the wealthy needed to destroy this town so they could purchase it for pennies on the dollar then erect condominiums later. Ugh, none of my concern. I'm just a looter. And this is just business.
Moments later, I'm pulling copper wiring out of a refrigerator when I hear a faint grunt. "Ugh." Where is that coming from? I search the debris and listen to it again. "Ugh." A pile of rubble moves in the corner view of my eye. I trek there, and again, "Ugh." So I remove a paneling from the top of the pile and see a hand reaching out—a hairy muscular one. I grab it and begin pulling. The junk scatters, and a man covered in dirt holds a bundle of gem. What the fuck! It's me.
"Ugh. As you can see, I'm you." He says.
"Wait, hold on." I begin realizing what may have happened or will happen as I take a more evident observation of the bundle of copper wiring he held. "I'm going to time travel to beat other looters to the gems?"
"Bingo was his name-o." He replied.
"Ugh." I concurred.
"Ugh," he concurred.
Present-day
"Deeper, Jim!" She wails as I'm already fourteen inches deep inside her.
"Deeper? What the boogers? Franky has a micropenis. Why are you so wrecked?"
"Dildos...hello?? My Onlyfans account, remember?"
"Ugh. You're on Onlyfans?"
"Ya! And you are too," she gestures me to look up, and I do and see a camera with a steady red light with a sticker printed, Onlyfans. "And that's not the only site. Look to your left." And I see another camera labeled Chatubate. Then, quickly, I look to my right, another camera tagged Brother/Sister Voyeur.
"So your decorations are real cameras? I thought they were just conversation pieces."
"No, Jim. Why do you think Franky and Bubba let you win that pot with me included?"
I then look back at the Brother/Sister one, "But you're not my sister."
"Duh! You are really dense. How much was that pot?"
"$500 smack-a-roos, including you."
"Well, Franky's making ten times that amount with this live sex act broadcasted on multiple sites, and Bubba's getting a commission on that."
"Ugh. He Jewed me again."
"Sorry, Jimbo."
Meridian, Idaho
Why did I've to come? Bubba or Franky could be pounding this woman instead of me. It was their friend—Franky's call anyway—his gaddam wife! Cuckolded her for a poker bet. Ugh. I won. Damn you, Fours! And Bubba folds on a straight flush? They set me up—Jewed me good—Jewed me long time. And long time will it be smashing this five-foot hundred-pound barmaid. And Bubba said he'll be here. Where the fuck is he? Damn you, Bubba! You niggered me again. Fuck!
Her legs open. She massages her vagina with her wet fingertips I had to moist prior to when she stuck them into my mouth unannounced. "It's not going to fuck itself, Jim." She said.
Damn you, guys! Bubba claimed he was on the brink of losing his trailer to his greedy grandparents, that insisted it was their home anyway. They claimed he didn't belong there. So he changed the locks and hunkered down, so the POPO arrived and swarmed the residence. Guns drawn. And so he says.
"Toss me around like a ragdoll, Jim. Please do me like the stories I heard. Fuck me like a no-good whore, you hear me, boy?" Her legs lock around mine as I slide into this pickle. What happens if she enjoys this too much? I begin contemplating as I glide deeper inside. She gasps and wails a phony Japanese anime character cry. Ugh. This woman's severely disturbed, I assured myself. My eyes closed as I reminisced a happier time.
August 23, 2005
Houma, Louisiana
The journey had been rough, taking its toll on my garbage truck. A hurricane had just destroyed this little town in the deep south of Louisiana. I came to looter for copper wiring and scrap metal. Ugh. Big bucks up north for these gems. But I had little time to get er' done. The sun had just risen as I observed the annihilation mother nature left in its path. Or perhaps the storm was artificial, and the wealthy needed to destroy this town so they could purchase it for pennies on the dollar then erect condominiums later. Ugh, none of my concern. I'm just a looter. And this is just business.
Moments later, I'm pulling copper wiring out of a refrigerator when I hear a faint grunt. "Ugh." Where is that coming from? I search the debris and listen to it again. "Ugh." A pile of rubble moves in the corner view of my eye. I trek there, and again, "Ugh." So I remove a paneling from the top of the pile and see a hand reaching out—a hairy muscular one. I grab it and begin pulling. The junk scatters, and a man covered in dirt holds a bundle of gem. What the fuck! It's me.
"Ugh. As you can see, I'm you." He says.
"Wait, hold on." I begin realizing what may have happened or will happen as I take a more evident observation of the bundle of copper wiring he held. "I'm going to time travel to beat other looters to the gems?"
"Bingo was his name-o." He replied.
"Ugh." I concurred.
"Ugh," he concurred.
Present-day
"Deeper, Jim!" She wails as I'm already fourteen inches deep inside her.
"Deeper? What the boogers? Franky has a micropenis. Why are you so wrecked?"
"Dildos...hello?? My Onlyfans account, remember?"
"Ugh. You're on Onlyfans?"
"Ya! And you are too," she gestures me to look up, and I do and see a camera with a steady red light with a sticker printed, Onlyfans. "And that's not the only site. Look to your left." And I see another camera labeled Chatubate. Then, quickly, I look to my right, another camera tagged Brother/Sister Voyeur.
"So your decorations are real cameras? I thought they were just conversation pieces."
"No, Jim. Why do you think Franky and Bubba let you win that pot with me included?"
I then look back at the Brother/Sister one, "But you're not my sister."
"Duh! You are really dense. How much was that pot?"
"$500 smack-a-roos, including you."
"Well, Franky's making ten times that amount with this live sex act broadcasted on multiple sites, and Bubba's getting a commission on that."
"Ugh. He Jewed me again."
"Sorry, Jimbo."
