Some would always prefer another female's
knowing touch and tongue. Others were BUGS
(bi-sexual until graduation) or GUGS (gay until
Most, of course craved cocks and, for some mysterious
reason, actually enjoyed the company of men. With many of
them being positively dick-happy by their late teens.
What they ALL had in common was that they wanted
nothing to do with HIM. Ever. Never. No matter what he tried.
Some girls liked jocks, so he tried out for every team. Didn't
work out. He sucked at sports.
Some girls liked guys in bands. Didn't work out. He sucked
even worse at music.
So, he dedicated his life to VENGEANCE upon the teen female.
And he was smart and determined. He'd make the next generation
of males so repulsive it would drive an entire generation of females
into being lesbians by default.
He earned an MBA from Stanford. Then a PhD in genetic engineering
from Cornell. All in 6 years.
His rise to prominence in his chosen public profession was even more
A Game for Adults
It was an adults-only kind of game we played.
You had to 21 years-old just to enter the garish
play palace. For we were all at risk to be exposed
naked and helpless before the snickering crowd.
Some call it a War, not a game.
Baggy shorts, pot belly, cheap bling, ballcap
on backwards. The new breed of donkey who
learned the game from Espn.
They try to stay in packs so they don't get their
asses kicked. There were two at my table.
There are rules to the game.
When you fold out of a hand, you can't reveal
what your cards were while the others are still
playing. One of the wiggers broke that rule.
I said nothing. And waited.
They, of course, steadily lost their chips because,
after all, they were dumber than dirt.
Then he went ALL IN. It would require over half my
stack of chips to call. And I called. And he won the hand.
Caught a flush on the river to my 3 Queens.
So, I called the Tournament Official to the table and told
him how the wigger had broken the rules. The dea
The Palm of Deborah
In the days preceding the people wrongly asking for a
King, the people were ruled by Judges in the land given
to them by El Shaddai, God Almighty.
There were a series of Judges and the only Woman among
them was Deborah who held court beneath the Palm of Deborah.
She was wise and strong and settled disputes with fairness.
This was thousands of years before the word "Palestinian" was
first invented by a Tunisian Criminal called Yassar Arafat around
During the time of Deborah, the people were oppressed by a brutal
warlord quite similar in character to Arafat. She rallied the people
and asked a General called Barak to lead them into battle.
Barak agreed to do this only if Deborah also marched into battle
with him. So, Deborah said, " Very well, but because you've made
that decision, the honor of killing the brutal warlord will go to a Woman.".
The Israeli Army was victorious in battle because they had turned back to
the Lord and were following the wise counsel of Deborah.
Lust under the midnight sun.
They terrorized the Women of the Northlands for twenty years
or more. Well, perhaps terrorized is the wrong word.
Let's change it to nauseated.
They nauseated the Women of the Northlands for twenty years
or more. Self-described "fierce rebels", they demonstrated their
rugged individualism by wearing identical garb every day.
As they slouched towards battle, their baggy "pimp shorts" would
rustle with the breeze. The clang-clang of their cheap bling-bling
could be heard for miles as they shuffled along. Never raising their
laceless sneakers more than a micron above the ground. Adding to the
dreadful cacophony of their approach was the "music" they played. They
called it "rap" or "hip-hop".
It's believed that they removed the laces to show "props to their
homies in Cell Block 6". Why they choose to wear their battle-helmets
facing backward remains a mystery lost in antiquity.
Although it's thought they developed a crude written language, the only
surviving samples c