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Worms in the Apple
On September 16, 2010,
Conversations with American Heroes at the Watering Hole will kick off its third
season and 125th Show with Detective Jeo DeCicco, New York City
Police Department (ret.), the author of Angel with a Gun and Worms in the Apple.
Program Date: September 16,
2010
Program Time: 1700 hours
Pacific
Topic: Worms in the Apple
Listen Live:
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/lawenforcement/2010/09/17/worms-in-the-apple
About the Guest
Joe DeCicco “originally
attended college to practice an Electrical Engineering. Life circumstances
decreed that he join the New York City Police Department in 1973. Joe has spent
more then half his service in plainclothes, including over four years as a
narcotics investigator and more than three years in a Brooklyn Detective Squad.
After spending twenty years on the streets of New York, last serving in
Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, Joe is a happily retired Detective with over twenty
awards and decorations.
His first novel, Angel with a
Gun (Five Star publishing) received recognition by being included in the
Pennsylvania School Librarians Association 2007 Young Adult Top Forty Best
Selection List. His novel(s) closely follow his personal experiences while
serving in law enforcement. The pages are a fictionalized cornucopia of actual
events and characters.
Writing comes to the author
from an inner need to share his experiences with others. He plans to write a
series fictionally relating his past professional life up to the present. After
leaving the NYPD he obtained a private investigators license and is still active
in that field, often, pro bono.”
About the Host
Lieutenant Raymond E. Foster was a
sworn member of the Los Angeles Police Department for 24 years. He retired in
2003 at the rank of Lieutenant. He holds a bachelor’s from the Union Institute
and University in
Criminal Justice
Management and a Master’s Degree in Public Financial Management from California
State University, Fullerton; and, has completed his doctoral course work.
Raymond E. Foster has been a part-time lecturer at California State University,
Fullerton and Fresno; and wasthe
Criminal Justice
Department chair, faculty advisor and lecturer with the Union Institute and
University. He has experience teaching upper division courses in
Law Enforcement,
public policy, Public Safety
Technology
and
leadership.
Raymond is an experienced author who has published numerous articles in a wide
range of venues including magazines such as Government
Technology,
Mobile Government, Airborne
Law Enforcement
Magazine, and Police One. He has appeared on the History Channel and radio
programs in the United States and Europe as subject matter expert in
technological applications in
Law Enforcement.
Listen, call, join us at
the Watering Hole:
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/lawenforcement/2010/09/17/worms-in-the-apple
Archive:
http://www.hitechcj.com/americanheroesradio/worms_in_the_apple.html
Program Contact Information
Lieutenant Raymond E. Foster,
LAPD (ret.), MPA
909.599.7530
(so, i know these lyrics are weird and gross and sad, but i think this song is oddly beautiful and everybody should hear it)
Cage- "Ballad of Worms"
What kind of God is this?
Gave me the hottest bitch
Then took the life from her chest and left a pile of shit
Sloppy with a fork, so Chris gotta feed her
To numb to cum, sometimes she piss while I eat her
I tell her, keep her head up
Even though I gotta hold it up for her
and she seizure when she try and get up
I know I'm perking her
But can't stop what's hurting her
No sleep with her screaming all night, I'm thinking of murking her
Her parents paid for the coffin and left state
After signing the contract, do not resuscitate
Yellin' for mommy
I dip in the morphine to calm me
I'm known in town as the creep that's into zombies
[Chorus: woman singing x2]
I can't get that sound you make out of my head
I can't even figure out what's making it
Stare in her eyes to look past horror
Morphine tolerated, I'm out coppin' horse tranq for her
Like I won't have to go through hell again
Her skin is like saran wrap, barely hangin' from her skeleton
With each one of her ribs defined
My crib's designed
To keep the light out cause she can't lift the blinds
Drifting behind, I'll be outta friends soon
Nobody visits the guy that keeps the body in his bedroom
She's barely alive and taking life from me
With no appetite but the meningitis is still hungry
Wants to make love
But I had to substitute it with holding hands while we take drugs
She's cold as a corpse
And still holding The Source
Up in the air like: 'One day the cover is yours'
Took the IV out her wrist
Tried to give me a kiss
Before I tasted her lips, she dislocated her hips
Started shaking
Couldn't feed her no medication
To scared to beat on her chest in fear It'd cave in
Death waved again and each time leaves her
In a coma, for a week, to wake up to more seizures
But this time ain't like the rest
I can see right through her chest
And see her heart ain't got no fuckin' beats left
Then a voluptuous ghost falls from a host
Looking like she did in High School then fades when I get close
through the back roads and dimly lit street corners.
I am thinking in the back of my head that these worms
probably wouldn't give any thought about this
if they were in my shoes.
In the lapse of time I came to this conclusion.
I could feel the explosion of the worms
slightly squishy yet crunchy membrane under my foot.
The very sound disrupts my train of thought.
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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
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WARNING!!! adult shit "PG-35" rated don't fucking look if you're gonna want to bitch later.
This is somthing for the girls to giggle about and say, "Holy Fucking Shit!" Don't click this link> > wicked awesome bondage pic! << unless you are over thirty years old. I found that link on a girls blog not long ago, and blognapped it.
Hope you guys enjoy it.
♥ Wendy
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