Cibbuano
Mr Nice Guy
AhmedAn Ethnic Buffet - Welcome to Do Land
August 9th 2006 02:26
Right off the bat - I wrote this post. So, I'm congratulating myself, really.
But if you're not your own biggest fan, who is? By linking to myself, I'm showing myself support that only mysellf can give. Me and myself, kicking back in Tennessee with Bobby McGee.
An Ethnic Buffet
Look, I'm not going to lie to you. This is a dirty, nasty story. Look at some of the comments:
Ben: Holy crap, that was a filthy pack of lies from start to finish.
Queenie: Holy crap, you like 15-year-olds?
In fact, this post ended a lot different to when I started. I never planned to include:
"She took a swig of Sweet Chili sauce and went down on me, the chili seeds running tracks across the most sensitive regions of my pee-pee. It burned and I tried to pull out of her mouth, but she set her teeth in. I sobbed in painful pleasure amidst the bubbling pots and simmering soup."
No, I surprised myself by writing that. Surprised myself so much that I slapped myself for being fresh. Of course, myself returned the favour by kneeing myself in the groin.
Doubled over in pain, I made it to the cafeteria. 'One pack of ice, please?' I moaned, clutching at my crotch.
'That'll be $5.50' said the checkout lady.
'What!?' I was outraged, 'How can it cost that much!?'
But I still paid it. And hated myself for it, realizing that I was the one that got myself into this mess. Me me me me me. It's like a song. A dirty, filthy song. About lies and murders.
In conclusion, I'm not the man I used to be.
But if you're not your own biggest fan, who is? By linking to myself, I'm showing myself support that only mysellf can give. Me and myself, kicking back in Tennessee with Bobby McGee.
An Ethnic Buffet
Look, I'm not going to lie to you. This is a dirty, nasty story. Look at some of the comments:
Ben: Holy crap, that was a filthy pack of lies from start to finish.
Queenie: Holy crap, you like 15-year-olds?
In fact, this post ended a lot different to when I started. I never planned to include:
"She took a swig of Sweet Chili sauce and went down on me, the chili seeds running tracks across the most sensitive regions of my pee-pee. It burned and I tried to pull out of her mouth, but she set her teeth in. I sobbed in painful pleasure amidst the bubbling pots and simmering soup."
No, I surprised myself by writing that. Surprised myself so much that I slapped myself for being fresh. Of course, myself returned the favour by kneeing myself in the groin.
Doubled over in pain, I made it to the cafeteria. 'One pack of ice, please?' I moaned, clutching at my crotch.
'That'll be $5.50' said the checkout lady.
'What!?' I was outraged, 'How can it cost that much!?'
But I still paid it. And hated myself for it, realizing that I was the one that got myself into this mess. Me me me me me. It's like a song. A dirty, filthy song. About lies and murders.
In conclusion, I'm not the man I used to be.
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Comment by edward
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Although it got very heated very quickly...
Comment by Cibbuano
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thanks, ed!