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On 8 March 2005

 

Hi everyone, I stole this from a blog where they were making fun of my stories. According to them this was done to complement me. I didn't write this but please feel free to read it and tell me what you think of it, if you want to.

 

Hey I may have misspoken in the above paragraph, so let me sneak in a few more words here. The ass hole that wrote that came to my blog one day and invited me to visit there blog, saying that they had "Paid Homage" to me.

 

So I go to visit and I get slapped in the face by this "Nigger Hating Nazi". He's lying about me on his blog. They know that I have a tendency to post a persons mindsay name whenever they jerk my fucking chain, and that is what they tried to get me to do here = just to build a little traffic to their site.

 

The post that I copied is a re-post. No one read it the first time around so they put it up again and made sure to let me know that they had done that.

 

Now here's a real kick in the ass, check this out =

"I asked that bastard child if I could use that post", and "They said yes". 

 

Now they have gone to mindsay and accused me of "Plagiarizing" their work. I'm still am not going to put their name up on my blog like they're trying to get me to do = "Cause some of my nigger might rub off on them!"

 

It's killing their nasty ass that so many of you are commenting on it too so "Mis amigos. Espero que usted disfrute. ¡Y esto él se ahoga!" Wendy

 

 

I was buying a happy meal for my seven-year-old son at McDonald’s the other day. When I pulled up to the window, a gorgeous manling handed me my bag of various grease-laden goodies. I was wearing a low-cut top that day, and as I reached out to grab the sack of victuals, he got a good view of my breasts. His eyes bulged, and I saw something jump in his pants. Something massive. It was like watching a leviathan stirring in the ocean depths. A massive leviathan.

 

He was the sexiest hunk of male I’d seen in a while, and since little Trevin’s daddy ran off with our dog, the old mungbasket hadn’t been stuffed in a while.

I told my son to park the car and eat his happy meal in the parking lot. Mommy had some bidness to git down to.

 

I strutted into the McDonald’s and found the guy who served us. Perhaps the sunlight had caught some attractive feature I couldn’t see in under the florescent lighting, or perhaps it’d been the smell of fried starch and boiled rat meat piquing my hunger and interfering with my perception, but he was not as attractive as I’d originally thought.

 

Regardless, the faucet had been set a-drippin’, and he was the closest Roto-Rooter around. Besides, with that patina of grease he had coating his body, he was already lubed and ready.

 

I leapt onto the counter, and pointed at him. "YOU!" I shouted in all-caps to get his attention. When he turned to see who was screeching at him, I flew at him and landed with my legs wrapped around his torso. "Uhhh?!" He gurgled as his throbbing pieces reordered themselves under the fabric of his pants.

 

I whispered coyly into his ear, "I want you to evolve my womanhood with your monolith."

 

.At that moment, our clothes exploded off of our bodies, and he jammed his Little Angry Man into my poonaner. As he slid it in and out of me, I grunted and gasped. The lips of my poochie started sucking him like a demonic fish trying to suck his soul out through his urethra.

 

After a bunch of mediocre cunt-reaming, I dismounted and crawled up his body. He shuddered as I ran my bo-gina over his giant wad of pulsating gristle. His various giblets quivered under my heaving EE breasts. I moaned delightedly at the furious prodding he was delivering unto my heaving bosoms.

 

"Wouldst thou cream my knockers?" I crooned into his sweaty ear.

"Yeeeehurrrrrrrrsssss!!" he moaned ecstatically.

 

His hotdog discharged about a quart of hot, sticky pudding. It completely covered my heaving bazooms, but some of it migrated into my ass somehow.

As his monolithic man-pipe disgorged on my mammaries, his eyes bugged out of his skull, like on Total Recall where Quaid gets shot out onto the surface of Mars.

 

His manpump wouldn’t stop firing off threads of hot, sticky nut yogurt, so I corked it with a nipple while I squatted over his face, allowing the ass-jizz to dribble into his quivering eyeball.

 

He came again, this time all over the other set of tits that I had sewn onto my stomach.

Then my anus descended from my ass and ripped his eyes out of his skull, providing safe passage to his brain for my camel spit.

 

He died then and there on that greasy floor… but I’m fairly certain I sent him heaven.

Recently, I found out that I have herpes.

 

Think: Use protection.

This has been a pubic service announcement.

 

Anyway there it is, hope some of you got a chuckle out of it, I sure did. 

♥ Wendy

Recently I went to a jam band concert out in Buffalo. I don't remember what day it was but if you ask me about it later I can tell you what day it was.
Earlier in the day I was drinking bottles of hobo wine, Mad dog 20/20, with my sister. I had gone through two bottles and gave a few calls out.  I got ahold of Pat and he was excited to hear from me. He informed me that he was going to some Jam Band concert out in Buffalo. Well I continued drinking so by the time we were well on our way and entering the concert I was pretty... well you could only imagine.
I had fun in the crowd for a little bit until I had to go to the bathroom. I made my way there. On the way out I decided to have a lay down in the grass near a light pole. I was awaken by some guy. He woke me saying "Hey man do you know of anything good going around?" Well I didn't know of anything that was going around I was just drunk and passing out. He must have thought I was high on something. Well I decided to relocate to a bench just a hundred feet or so away. I feel asleep again and was awaken by a similar question.  I stayed awake. I got a call and text message from several people. One was my dad who wanted to know what time I graduated. The other was Sean. Good friend. PA. He left me a rather nice message telling me to give him a call back about visiting. I have to get back to him. The other was Samantha. She left text messages and I tried calling back. I returned the calls to Sean and Samantha in one of the Port-o-potti's  because it wasn't so loud in there. I guess I had a rough entrance and exit because after I got out one of the lady security guards came up to me and tried to take me away to the Ambulence. I was obliged to go. She told me that I was unable to walk straight and that she was taking me to the Ambulence. I was telling her it was no big deal and that I was trying to answer my phone and all that jazz and it was too much to comprehend at that time but I still didn't mind accompanying her. She then told me I seem to be walking straight then so she was going to let me go. I remember her telling me twice that I seem to be walking perfectly normal. I wish I had money for beer or a hot dog. I can't buy beer. I'd settle for a hot dog. The rest of the night was somewhat loud and forgettable.
After the four of us reunited and made our way out we were walking down the street to the car. I was still drunk apparently. I don't remember looking for it but I found a card board box, it was like those chinese food boxes, from some restaurant. There was three salt potatoes and two or three steamed carrots in there and a piece of chicken with some sort of sauce. I think it was a starch sauce like on a country friend steak. Pat guessed it was chicken. He was right, I was surprised. I wish I had a fork then. I ate pretty much all of it. I hate carrots. I left them in the box and tossed it. I am not going to lie the carrots looked good though, but overall the meal was really good. My main regret was not trying to figure out where the food originated. I wish to go back there someday. Thank you nameless citizen for leaving their food (at a bus stop I think? whci makes sense because you can't bring food on the bus). You will be in my heart always.

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I'm going back to my usual Sunday routine now.
I've missed seeing my nana.

I had my usual Sunday lunch - with pork this week.
Nana gave me two big slices of it too, and extra roast potatoes.

The two of us were in absolute hysterics watching grandad trying to coax a fly out of the window.
He was poking it with a rolled-up TV guide and it just curled up in the corner of the window-frame, refusing to move.

Nana and I messed around during the adverts when we were watching the repeats and extra shows of Britain's Got Talent on ITV2.
I was tickling her with the ends of my hair, trying to make her sneeze. :)

Then grandad showed me a magic trick with three different yellow ropes.
I didn't quite understand how he did it either.

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As I stayed there until 7 - I was in the front bedroom for a few hours, playing Harvest Moon: BTN.
I finished off Winter - my word, it was becoming so tedious.

I was only making about 2000G a day - and that was purely through selling mayonnaise.
My chickens are fucking amazing - they all have 10 hearts, so they produce excellent quality eggs - thus meaning I can produce excellent quality mayonnaise.
It's a good job it sells high - the machine cost me 20000G.

Popuri has an orange heart now - and I've bought an Blue Feather and upgraded my house so I have a second bed.
I'm just waiting for her to get her heart up to red - then I shall have my sexy wife again. :)
Maybe I should just bombard her with boiled eggs.
I've discovered she likes honey too. Not bad, it only sells for about 60G, I can spare it.

                E was early again because the bus is now just him, but D came in today on time-ish.  Again he got breakfast.  The issue this morning was when he got some of the PB and J from his bagel onto Mr. Parker’s desk and refused to wipe it off.  Getting food on someone’s desk is annoying at best; but when the person is allergic to both peanut butter and fruit (aka, the stuff jelly’s made out of), it’s actually kind of a big deal.  He actually said, ‘it’s not my desk so it’s not mine anymore’.  This is PARKER who he is INFATUATED with.  We were both just incredulous that it took an actual 6 minutes of serious prompting to get him to wipe a little stuff off of Parker’s desk so Parker wouldn’t get sick.  What is that?

                Morning started out a little rough, because E refused to go to speech w/ Michelle and D refused to do the DIBELS (reading test) with Claudia, but we eventually at least got D to do the reading.  He’s made some improvements, which is AWESOME, but not as much as I thought; I think he’s still in the ‘at-risk’ category, which is NOT GOOD.  Reading instruction didn’t go well; E is refusing to read chapter books, so I went to grab some Nate the Great because I thought it was a chap book with pictures (what he wanted)(it isn’t, just a long story…).  Then Parker and the 2 walk in and we checked some books out of the library.  I now know how to work the check-out system : ).  I also found out they borrowed 2 books in OCTOBER that we haven’t gotten back…and they’re on MY name… grr.

                Lunch E didn’t want salad bar OR the nachos that were for lunch, so he cashed-in for pizza from Christopher’s.  Then apparently Claudia and Parker also ordered food, but I chose not to.  When I got to the room, it was already paid for, so I don’t know who I owe money to, but they took care of it without me.  They take care of a LOT without me. : (.  Thing I missed today:  D walking across room while mad and saying, “Goddamnsonofabitch”, aka Z’s catch-phrase.  Someone else pulled out a catch-phrase today, but I can’t remember who or which one.  Z has left an effect on all of us.  I miss him.

                After lunch, E refused to go to reading group with me.  I asked if I could tell him the plan, because it was just to finish the packet and then make up a recipe for cookies for next week, and he was not having it, and I had to go.  So I went, and I got Erin and Jenny set up. I was leaving to use the restroom briefly, when E was in the hall.  I was so excited he was coming that I knew I couldn’t leave or he might, so I held it.  Group went pretty well.  E forgets he ‘hates’ the group and talks to me with huge amounts of animation, and I can tell he TOTALLY loves that I remember stuff like his first best friend’s name, the kid up the street of his new house, his cats’ names… things that matter to him and show him I actually care about what he’s saying.  It’s also gotta be a HUGE compliment to him because his speech is so unintelligible to everyone else that they don’t understand 50% of what he’s saying.

                Negative bit of group = E calling Erin out on saying something that didn’t make sense.  Apparently, he’s still bitter/mad at her from the gym incident on Thursday involving her, a bug, and his sweatshirt.  Considering how much he DOESN’T care about being dirty, I’m deeply interested by how much he was bothered by that.  OH!  He’s the other flashback! He had to title his mystery in my group, and he said, “Miss E, wouldn’t A have come up with a really funny title for this?” and then “Remember that time A wrote a story about the Chicken Milk Cow Fish?”.  THROWBACK.

                Mini issue when they decided to look at an I Spy book through cash-in.  Transition to SS had E calling us ‘Liars’ that we hadn’t told them, but he recovered SUPER fast, and came over to the comp to do the quick work I had designed…a month ago.  D came over at his own sweet pace, and then all of the sudden, his wrist was hurting again (it’s not even his writing wrist, but it flares up sometimes when work is put in front of him) so he and Parker went to the nurse.  The wrist was FINE during recess, but you know how those things go. To be fair, there IS a weird bump on it, but if it hurts too much to do your class work (WITH YOUR OTHER HAND, YOU LEFTY!), it HAS to hurt too much to run around tagging people and trying to grab the flag.  I’m just saying.

         Que mas?  I typed up my progress reports and they're submitted, I took a nice walk to work this morning and I mean I really enjoyed my time, and then after school I met with Claire, realized the IEP was terrible, but none of my tutorettes showed up so I just worked on that for an hour and submitted them. w00t. 

*The title of this entry = when A is agitated during writing time, he kind of shuts down a bit.  Well, he kind of goes into this state where he freaks out and pulls out these default phrases, which is him shutting down.  One that he THINkS will shorten his writing time (it doesn't) is "once upon a time, the end.  okay, am I done? okay!?!".  Several versions of that, but the main one is the 'once up on a time, the end'.  I miss him; I hope he is back this week.