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megabyte on August 22, 2005 at 11:48 AM                                      [ Reply ]

 

 

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For chrissakes, this is ridiculous. Just because you have difficulty differentiating from literal meaning and implied meaning, you are homophobic, grammatically challenged, and obsessed with sex doesn't mean that you can fill our blog with your meaningless shit comments designed to trigger us. For the record, homagonus is not a word, and homogeneous has nothing to do with homosexuality. The fact is, cunt is a euphamism designed to describe the vagina, and has evolved into a) an empowering statement for women as well as b) an insulting word that can describe women or men. Homosexuality has nothing to do with euphamisms, and everything to do with sexual preference. Since you're confused, I'll help you out a little bit. The thing about blogs is that multiple people can own them. That is what Supervixen and I do, we together own and run Electricunt. Also, the thing about nouns and adjectives is that if they are not diametrically opposed, multiples of either word genres can describe a single object simultaneously. That way, I can be a cunt, a bitch, a lesbo, a nerd, and a smart-ass all at the same time. It's amazing, isn't it? The wonders of the English language

       PUSSYPATTER on August 23, 2005 at 3:48 AM                               [ Reply ]

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*Scratches ass, sniffs finger, Phew! *??

I am just a little puzzled by the reply that is lurking just above my reply here.

 

*Scratches ass again, doesn’t sniff finger this time! *

 

I was not talking *written word talk* To, with, nor about this little cretin, however, for some mysterious reason “He”, “She”, “They”, or “It” just had to jump into a conversation that I was having with a dear friend of mine, and interject their two ¢ worth of bad grammar into the mix.

 

First off, the judgmental little ass ring comes along with it’s sphincter all stretched out of shape from sitting on cucumbers somewhere up north and accuses me of being the very thing’s that “It” is =

 

>> For chrissakes, this is ridiculous. Just because you have difficulty differentiating from literal meaning and implied meaning, you are homophobic, grammatically challenged, and obsessed with sex << 

 

Wow! Now that’s what I call “The pot calling the kettle black Boo!”

 

*checks big book of words*

 

Seems like there is no such word as “chrissakes” anywhere on record Boo. Even if you had of used an upper case “C” it still wouldn’t be a word.

 

So there is one of those “grammatical” things that you were just harping about. *that is one*

 

>> For the record, homagonus is not a word <<

 

*Patting the educated dumb-assed little fucker on the back, while giggling my ass off! *

 

You're damn sure right about that shit Boo! It was just something that I made up as I went along to “Jerk You’re Chain!”

Looks like it worked pretty good too Boo, cause it sure got you’re tongue wagging.

 

>> comments designed to trigger us <<

 

Shit! You're just so damn easy Boo.

Don't you just hate it when some flipping know it all *like yourself* fucks themselves up with their own words?

 

So moving right along; we come to =

 

>> cunt is a euphamism <<

 

*Goes back to big book of words, grinning! *That’s actually two errors back to back, so that's two & three*

 

Now this one isn’t so terrible =

 

>> The fact is, cunt is a <<

 

That comma doesn’t add anything to the sentence and it should have been left out. *That’s four*

 

Now here is this again =

 

>> to do with euphamisms <<

 

*Goes back to big book of words [again] nope! Still not there* * That’s five*

 

You kind of lost me with this one Boo, however, I’m putting it in here so that people can see just how stupid you really are =

 

>> The fact is, cunt is a euphamism designed to describe the vagina, and has evolved into a) an empowering statement for women <<

 

*there are those same two errors again, back to back, so that's six, and seven*

 

Maybe you’re mother would feel all “empowered“ if you called her a “cunt” but my mother would slap the snot out of you for having a disrespectful mouth.

 

Here you really let “you’re genius” shine through Boo =

 

>> Since you're confused, I'll help you out a little bit. The thing about blogs is that multiple people can own them. That is what Supervixen and I do, we together own and run Electricunt. <<

 

I’m not a damn bit confused here Boo. Quite the contrary, however, you, on the other hand are “trying to be confusing” to anyone who might be reading you’re dribble.

 

In all actuality, the thing about blog’s is that “One moron”, such as yourself, can have multiple blog’s, on multiple networks, like say mindsay, and myspace, just like you do Boo!

 

So having admitted to the world that you are schizo, how many personalities and blogs do you have Boo?

 

>> That way, I can be a cunt, a bitch, a lesbo, a nerd, and a smart-ass all at the same time. <<

 

*You seemed to have left out the “Dumb Ass” tag*

 

And now last, but not least

 

>> The wonders of the English language. <<

 

*An incomplete thought, does not a sentence make Boo that’s eight*

 

Damn Baby! You sure sound like a college student, majoring in English lit or writing no doubt. = You stupid little weasel.

 

The next time that you feel like fucking with someone out in the public, at least have the fucking forethought to run your manure through a spell/grammar checker before you post it. Bye Boo!

 

♥ Wendy

 

Hey megabyte, I see you had the good sense to delete the rest of that shit that you wrote before a lot of people had a chance to read it Boo.

 

But here is some that you couldn't get to to delete, enjoy. ♥ Wendy

 

...what did you think it was?

An old friend of mine called me today and it was a bolt out of the blue. I haven't heard from him for a good four years, maybe more, and it's the first time I've spoken to him since the break up of my previous relationship, so it really made my day. I don't even know how or why we lost touch in the first place to be honest, but it's good that I know where he is now. During the dark days of my previous relationship, he was somebody I could turn to, as he was quite a bit older than me (and therefore wiser even though he's as nutty as a fruitbat! I guess that's why we get on so well!) so it's so nice to hear from him again.

On the work front, yet another good day! I don't know what has happened but I hope it continues.

I had a call from a guy who seemed to be quite the exhibitionist. He boasted about how he and his girlfriend like to do risque things like get naked in the garden, and wank each other off. "I tied her to a tree the other night," he said, "and got seven men to fuck her. One after the other." "Oh really," I said, sounding interested, "it sounds like the sort of I think I like to get up to."
"She doesn't know the surprise I have in store for her," he continued, "I'm arranging for a football team to shag her while I watch."
"Oh right," I said, half wondering if this was just wishful thinking or if he really was trying to arrange all this.

Anyway, he asked me to go to the window, strip off, pull the net curtain back and masturbate to the full view of the people on the street (not that I would do that for real - I don't want to get charged for indecent exposure thanks, unlike one of my regulars, but more about that later!) I played along with this telling him how I was pressing my tits against the cool glass and that there was a bloke at the other side of the street, looking at me with a mixture of lust and embarrassment. He seemed pretty convinced with my act, admitting that he was sat in the middle of his garden, wanking his cock. His parting shot after he'd come was "get your boyfriend to fuck you in the middle of the street. You'll love it!"

I thought I was going to get chance to take some young caller's cherry today.(Technically speaking of course!) He called me during my evening shift, sounding very nervous and embarrassed. I coaxed him into opening up a little, telling him that there was only him and me and I wasn't embarrassed so he shouldn't be. He seemed to relax a little but still seemed a little nervous about talking about his fantasies. "Would you like to know what it's like to get the perfect blowjob?" I asked in a low and friendly voice. "Yes please," he whispered, his voice shaking a little.

I began describing licking his balls, sucking them, working my tongue up his cock and running it around his bell-end, slipping in various "ooohs", "aaaahs" and "ooh yeahs!" until he quickly said, "sorry, I gotta go!" and slammed the phone down. I'm still trying to work out if I was too much for him or he got caught. Bless his little cotton socks!

My regular Mr Spunky called for the first time in two weeks. "Where the fuck have you been?" I scolded down the phone at him. "Sorry Mistress," he sniffled, "but I was arrested." It really was only a matter of time for this man. He likes to masturbate outdoors, in the park, on the street, at the bus stop, down his local shops. Not only that, but he saves his spunk and puts it into a water pistol to squirt at unsuspecting women walking by. (n.b see 26 August blog entry "The Spunk Factor") Anyway, he'd been in the park, bashing the old bishop as he does, when who should he sit next to but an undercover policewoman. When he told me I couldn't help but laugh. I mean I genuinely found it funny. "You deserve it you filthy old perv!" I giggled as he sniffed and apologised in a highly pathetic manner. The best bit is that it looks like he may be going down for it as this isn't the first time either. I took great delight in telling him the consequences of his actions (he likes me to do this as well as verbally abuse him.)
"Indecent exposure is a very serious offence," I said, "and in some cases could carry a prison sentence."
"I know Mistress," he mumbled.
"You'll be put on the Nonce wing with all the other pervs. Mind you, you'll be amongst your own so you'll probably like it," I jeered, "and you'll be put on the Sex Offenders Register for life, won't be allowed to work near children, it'll be in your local papers. I can see the headline now - Local Perv Arrested for Indecent Exposure! It's fantastic!"
"Oh that won't happen will it?" he moaned, sounding genuinely worried. "You didn't expect a slap on the wrist did you?" I asked, "Afterall, you've already admitted that this isn't the first time. Nope, they're going to throw the book at you!"

I think this really upset him because he hung up. But I don't have any sympathy to be honest. Part of me is glad that this has happened. It's illegal and I wouldn't want to be the poor woman he's been flashing is dick to. From the sounds of it, it isn't that big anyway.

Either way, I'm sure he'll enjoy prison life. Let's just hope he doesn't drop the soap...........

So i went and got some dinner a little while ago, probably more and none of what i should have gotten. I went to go pay for my food, as usual, but there was something very different this time. This time, the chick running the particular register i went to had a pair of the nicest tits I've ever seen, and she was wearing a shirt that showed them off beautifully. I COULD NOT STOP STARING!! They were like my tits, only bigger! They look just as soft, too, and they were a very nice color. I kept singing that one part from Sublime's "Wrong Way" as I just kept telling myself, "don't stare, don't stare," but fuck, if you wear a shirt like that, it's because you want people to stare! That, or it was laundry day and she had nothing else to wear. I know one of these options was the right one because i've dressed in a more revealing manner for both of those reasons and only those reasons. I can't help but wonder if she noticed i couldn't stop staring and what she thought. I love it when chicks noticable check me out. Homocoming was great because it was the one time in my life that I had more chix staring at my tits than guys. It was wonderful. Anyway, I had to vent out that bit of testosterone filled lust.