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Up Against The Wall and Spread 'Em

As I left the grocery store, a red strobe came from every wall, sending all other shoppers into grand mal seizures. An auto tuned Morgan Freeman impersonator asked me to wait for an employee to assist me. A giant steel cage slammed down over me, separating me from my cart full of foodstuffs. I asked to be taken back to the security office so the ex-marine-looking gentleman eyeing my receipt could search for the stolen merchandise in my ass. But they wouldn’t do it. So I guess this Vizio LCD is mine.

What pisses me off about shoplifters is not that they violate social norms or contribute to the overhead that fuels price increases. It’s that they think they deserve some kind of dignity when they’re caught. You took a pack of Rolos, cock flap. You don’t get to walk to the back with a jacket over your hands and your head held high. You get to be tackled by seven cart-pushers and dragged, weeping, through the produce aisle, while they announce your legal name and address over the loudspeaker. You’re not taking a loaf of bread or a pair of baby shoes. You get no pity, queef whippit. Actually, even if you were, I’d still point and laugh because you’re fucking poor.

Even better: the fat bitch who tries to fight the security guys off. She’s always screaming something trashy, like “he’s trying to get down my panties!” or “Fuck you, man! I brought that chicken in with me!” or “Kick him in the nuts, Kenny!” She rolls around, pseudopods of corpulence stretching outward and covering onlookers with a yellow, pube-garnished paste before sliding back into the vicinity of her Tweety Bird tube top. She is the complete opposite of the “don’t draw attention to me” breed. She wants everyone to know that she’s the kind of nasty whore who hides crack rocks and stolen makeup in tampon applicators.

Stealing is wrong and hilarious. Seriously… is the cost of petty theft so high that it justifies the camera systems, security guys, electronic anti-theft systems and those little tag things that cum ink and battery acid? I have a great idea: smaller stores where inventories can be monitored by the people who actually work there. If you want one-stop shopping, go to the mall, shithead. Besides, they have corn dogs there. And corn dogs rule.

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I forgot about Brando

Ok, at the halftime show today, Tim Brando made a stupid ass comment about Alabama playing a football subdivision team this late in the season.  It was a snide comment that really had no place on CBS Sports since they are a Premier Partner with the SEC.

While Alabama played UT Chattanooga today, Florida played FIU.  Yes, FIU is Championship Subdivision, but still, really?   You’re gonna make fun of Alabama after Florida played FIU.  Come on.   Ass hole

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Wednesday

Kara says:

READY!

Amanda says:

Hi miss.

Kara says:

Good evening!

How was your day

Amanda says:

I hear Ani is coming your way.

My day was good. A little amped. Deadlines closing in. No sleep. The usual

I’m trying to breath through my third eye or whatever.

Tell me about your day.

Kara says:

yikes! I hope you haven`t been neglecting yourself in the process

good.

My day was great, I helped mark move heavy things today, then I went to the gym had a great hour and a half there, I feel sore yet energized.

I may or may not have a little whiplash from the car accident yesterday but I can`t really tell

Amanda says:

from now on you can’t tell me about the gym

I’m sick of hearing about the gym everyday

it’s not nice to make your friends feel guilty.

you probably do have whiplash

Kara says:

there are worse things though then whiplash…one time I was in a car accident and my sunglasses exploded into pieces off my face

Amanda says:

I remember

Kara says:

that was worse…they were new

Amanda says:

I was there for that

around

in the picture

what a concept

‘in the picture’

Kara says:

hahaha

Amanda says:

Speaking of pictures, how is the old dating service. Line up any bass yet?

Kara says:

Fredericton sucks, there aren`t many fish in Fredericton….and if there were i`m sure it would be incest someone has fucked someone who i`ve been with.

That’s not cool.

I want to find a little gem no one knows about.

hahaha

is that too much to ask for?

Amanda says:

 yes

Kara says:

hahaha

It there, you found yourself a little gem.

It’s

Amanda says:

it’s because I turn them gay.

It’s a conversion operation

Kara says:

come on now, you can`t turn someone gay

Amanda says:

 I’m kidding, you asshole

but I solidify their questioning

Kara says:

how so, tell me your ways oh wise one.

hahaha

Amanda says:

I allow them to exploit their interests.

I never specifically look for ‘a lesbian.’ I find what I want

and I get it

I got it.

It’s about figuring out what you want

that’s the hardest part.

and harnessing your inner hotness

Kara says:

interesting, so Amanda, what is inner hotness?

Amanda says:

it’s self explanatory…

everything that’s hot about you that is all yours and does not manifest itself physically ?

knowing who YOU are and WHY you’re special.

and letting it radiate

Kara says:

do you think it can be faked…. like if you project inner hotness then people will assume you have it?

Amanda says:

 no

it cannot

because it is there

it’s not fake-able

it just needs to be found, cultivated, and harnessed

we all have it.

Kara says:

found and cultivated, so where does one begin on the search for inner hotness?

Amanda says:

Sometimes when you act like a shrink I want to deck you.

 you know it. You see slices of it, but you don’t explore it fully. When you feel confident. It’s an explosion of this confidence

what’s something you feel confident about?

Kara says:

hahahaha

so I see your angry.

hahaha

hmm what’s something I feel confident about…

right now… its my ass… my skinny jeans are getting loose. It’s amazing.

When you come home you may not recognize me.

Amanda says:

okay so you like your ass….that’s not about something inside of you at all

that is your ass

outside

Kara says:

hmm… hahaha

Amanda says:

your skin

Kara says:

my award winning personality

hahaha

Amanda says:

you have to be more specific

the problem with harnessing your inner hotness

is that most people burry it

case in point

Kara says:

sometimes people think i`m funny maybe I don`t know

Amanda says:

and you have to own it

Kara says:

why are you my friend?

hahaha

Amanda says:

not ‘sometimes’

‘people’

‘think’

YOU ARE FUNNY

Own it

meditate on it

kiss love it fuck it

hold the fact that you are funny up over your head

every morning say “I’m fucking hilarious”

“I deserve somebody who gets that I’m funny”

that will be a start

make a list

you like lists

I have to go get writing

Kara says:

i do, i love lists

hahaha

fair enough, thanks for the pep talk.

Amanda says:

own it and make it work for you

xoxox

 

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i don't know, should i write to her?

alright, since i found that shitass insult on the social networking site, i’ve gotten pissed at that friend all over again. i just really wish i could clear the air. i guess if that this person were interested in this at all, or she’d have taken me up on the offer to talk it out at some point in the future, her choice. her choice instead was to target me with junior high school insults via myspace, so i’m guessing the air is as clear as she wants it.

but GRRR…. i have not only not done anything to hurt this person, but i’ve been a GOOD friend to her. part of me wants to just reach out and say that, just for the sake of saying that. just to let her know that it’s not cool and it’s not fair.

and part of me just can’t believe the person i knew would do that. that there must be some kind of explanation for this, that someone I hung around with for so long is not such a loser as to act out like a teenager in a public forum. and if she is, to be called the loser that she is for it. not just to call her that but to itemize all the ways her loserness has expressed itself over the last couple of decades. to rip into her and expose who the real “idiot moron” is.

see, for a number of years i’ve been interested in taking the high road, not acting out when slighted, not showing anger. and you know what it got me? my offer to talk it out with this person got me called “idiot moron” on a huge public web site. i’m not being facetious at all. i really believe this shit happens because i don’t speak up when i need to. if i put her in her place right then and there, at least i wouldn’t have been targeted later. but i set the precedent by letting people walk over me.

it’s easy to say forget it, don’t worry about what someone like that thinks and in most cases i can do that, but when i have been friends with someone for that long, it’s not as easy to just let it go.

so anyway, i’ve come to see the folly of my ways. it’s a holdover from the zen days, my live and let live attitude that i developed and my silly belief that expressing negativity toward someone is wasteful and futile. so i didn’t, and who’s worse off for it? right. so lately i’ve been going the other way with this. lately i’ve been reminding myself to get pissed and show it when i’m slighted. proportionately to the slight. it’s natural, it’s perfectly normal to confront a person who’s wronged you.

but is this person worth the energy? would writing to her get it out of my head any more than writing about it here? doubt it. and she made it abundantly clear that she does not care how any of this impacts me.

i’m big on not sharing my feelings with people who don’t care about them.

 

 

the green seducer

A forfeit task i performed for my Mistress:

She ordered:

It will be a nice forfeit. you have a choice: some ginger that could be prepared for insertion, a frozen dildo or other frozen object. A 10 minute insertion since Detroit scored 10 . If it’s not ginger, coat the objects with a small amount of tiger balm. During the 10 minutes, you are to pull that nasty clit and get it drippy if possible. No cumming.

Well… i just happened to have the ‘other object’: a frozen cucumber in the freezer. What a slutty happenstance. Some time ago I was seduced by it overwhelmed by the slutty subbie desire, not sure what I to do with it. When I mentioned it, – She being such an Inventive, Wicked and giving Mistress- she knew EXACTLY what to do with it and kindly agreed not only let me use it but teased me to no end about it.

I felt properly dicked much before the real dicking started.

Being dicked is such a strange experience (not the first one by Mistress but this was taking my cherry in several ways). Being dicked, or fucked or penetrated or getting it or… well, dicked seems to suit it best: it’s more than just physical act, , it is a mental act of being fucked and shafted and mentally pushing back on her dick that matter more than the asshole penetration. Not that the Ass does not matter. Lol. It SO does – and kissing Mistress Ass is a part of ‘getting dicked’ experience.

Let me say that the slut’s eyes are bigger the slut’s ass: it was huge. And now, just as Mistress predickted, whenever i look at the grocery store veggie display i feel as if in a vegetable anal slut brothel. i am thinking with that hot throbbing ‘clitty’ all the time.

And i had to admit to being anal slut a number of times. I did not need much seducing to admit that or dive in the scene.

Finally i could arrange everything for The Event to show off and perform for Her.

i had to put the condom on the green monster like a real pro – and i admit it didn’t take real order – it was just the thing to do. OMG the green gargoyle was REAL freezing and i added tiger balm as a lube.

After some showing off and pulling on the ‘clit’ to get in the proper anal ‘mode’:”Gets on your back, spread your legs like a real slut and go go go!”

And i did i pushed and pushed and pushed and managed to insert enough of the green ravisher in. OuOuOuOUCH. It felt like a fucking ring of fire. the green Thing, It fucking hurt but when She wanted to stop and check on it I begged to go on. Her shaft slitting the willing pink core. Or something. And even I it is long gone I still feel it – in my ass and in my head. (Yes I still feel it but there was no damage and no unwanted after effects – She saw to that.)

She said go go go and i went – right into the zone, riding and pushing, stroking and poking, riding in Her sweet voice. She ordered a touchdown, – who was I to complain? Surprisingly I was reluctant to do it. But She ordered a touchdown and a touchdown i made, the stairways to anal heaven, the pearly gates of pink abandonment, and the shafted score. .and a moaning conversion too.

Adrift, dicked pink was docked and She let me ride down gently in a long aftercare.

‘You were compliant but not too compliant, eager, but not TOO eager. it was beautiful.” She said. Oh my god, goddess I mean – thank You.

Yes, thank You so much. Forfeit was fun (blush), but i hope not too much fun not to go on.

at Your feet

pink_voice

Part two of the forfeit for St Lois-Detroit game

To be dicked by Mistress

She ordered:

An activity for the Detroit score was a little more challenging. It would have been a nice forfeit. you have a choice: some ginger that could be prepared for insertion, a frozen dildo or other frozen object. A 10 minute insertion since Detroit scored 10 . If it’s not ginger, coat the objects with a small amount of tiger balm. During the 10 minutes, you are to pull that nasty clit and get it drippy if possible. No cumming.

Well… i just happened to have the ‘other object’: a frozen cucumber in the freezer. What a slutty happenstance. Some time ago I was seduced by it overwhelmed by the stutty subbie desire, not sure what I to do with it. When I mentioned it, – She being such an Inventive, Wicked and giving Mistress- she knew EXACTLY what to do with it and kindly agreed not only let me use it but teased me to no end about it.

I felt properly dicked much before the real dicking started.

Being dicked is such a strange experience (not the first one by Mistress but this was taking my cherry in several ways). Being dicked, or fucked or penetrated or getting it or… well, dicked seems to suit it best: it’s more than just physical act, , it is a mental act of being fucked and shafted and mentally pushing back on her dick that matter more than the asshole penetration. Not that the Ass does not matter. Lol. Iot SO does – and kissing Mistress Ass is a part of ‘getting dicked’ experience.

Let me say that the slut’s eyes are bigger the slut’s ass: it was huge. And now, just as Mistress predickted, whenever i look at the grocery store veggie display i feel as if in a vegetable anal slut brothel.
I am thinking with that hot throbbing ‘clitty’ all the time.

And i had to admit to being anal slut a number of times. I did not need much seducing to admit that or dive in the scene.

Finally i could arrange everything for The Event to show off and perform for Her.

i had to put the condom on the green monster like a real pro – and i admit it didn’t take real order – it was just the thing to do. OMG the green gargoyle was REAL freezing and i added tiger balm as a lube.

After some showing off and pulling on the ‘clit’ to get in the proper anal ‘mode’:”Gets on your back, spread your legs like a real slut and go go go!”

And i did i pushed and pushed and pushed and managed to insert enough of the green ravisher in. OuOuOuOUCH. It felt like a fucking ring of fire. the green Thing, It fucking hurt but when She wanted to stop and check on it I begged to go on. Her shaft slitting the willing pink core. Or something. And even I it is long gone I steel feel it – in my ass and in my head. (Yes I still feel it but there was no damage and no unwanted after effects – She saw to that.)

She said go go go and i went – right into the zone, riding and pushing, stroking and poking, riding in Her sweet voice. She ordered a touchdown, – who was I to complain? Surprisingly I was reluctant to do it. But She ordered a touchdown and a touchdown i made, the stairways to anal heaven, the pearly gates of pink abandonment, and the shafted score. .and a moaning conversion too.

Adrift, dicked pink was docked and She let me ride down gently in a long aftercare.

‘You were compliant but not too compliant, eager, but not TOO eager. it was beautiful.” She said. Oh my god, goddess I mean – thank You.

Yes, thank You so much. Forfeit was fun (blush), but i hope not too much fun not to go on.

at Your feet

pink_voice

the picture i am to insert in the report of the green seducer is a fuzzy camshot – my camera was so shocked by the activities, its jaw dropping, it just refused to work. ‘To insert’ ooops . ‘again with the insertion’ She said – SO right.

and no limits.

AS&S Radio-Club Workout 2009 – Radiowerbung selbst gemacht!

Strecken, Dehnen und Strecken! Naja zumindest in etwa…

So stellten sich die drei  P&Pler: Vanessa Göppner, Kathrin Hora und Philipp Reiber ihren Tag in München vor =).

Doch weit gefehlt! Der AS&S Radio-Club Workout ist ein ganztägiger Kreativ-Workshop, der in fünf  Städten durchgeführt wird, bei dem aber nicht die Muskeln (ausser die Lachmuskeln natürlich) sondern vor allem die Gehirnzellen trainiert werden!

Der erste Teil des Tages war mit interessanten Vorträgen von renommierten Radio- und Kreativprofis gespickt. Christian Lea (Leiter Marketing & Neue Geschäftsfelder, AS&S Radio),  Hans-Peter Gaßner (Werbe- und Marktforschung, AS&S) und  Niels Alzen (Geschäftsführer Scholz & Friends NRW) gaben sich die Ehre.

Die Münchener Workoutler (Quelle: AS&S Radio)

Neben theoretischen Grundlagen rund um das Thema Radio veranschaulichten auch praktische Beispiele, wie gelungene und misslungene,  Radiowerbung aussehen kann. “Richtig informativ und witzig gestaltet!” kommentierte Philipp den Teil eins des Workouts. 

Der Höhepunkt der Veranstaltung folgte aber am Nachmittag. Denn auf dem Plan stand die Produktion eines von den Teilnehmern entwickelten weihnachtlichen Funkspots für Bitburger.

Die rund 20 Teilnehmer des Workouts wurden in Gruppen zu je 3-4 Leuten aufgeteilt und durften so dann ihrer Kreativität freien Lauf lassen. Ein wenig Hilfe von den Radioprofis rundete die Ideen der Youngstars ab – und schon konnte im Studio losgelegt werden.

Da ließen sich die P&Pler natürlich nicht die Butter vom Brot nehmen und zeigten, dass sie richtige Radiomacher sind!

Eine andere Gruppe blies zwar gar eine weihnachtliche Melodie auf Glasflaschen – aber: Achtung! – Nase zu, denn jetzt kommt das Eigenlob! – Der „Streit-Spot“ der Gruppe, in der die P&P Mädels waren, fegte die Zuhörer fast von den Stühlen und erntete einen wahrlich tobenden Zuspruch!

Vielen herzlichen Dank an dieser Stelle an die Mitwirkenden! Kathrin meint:  “Es war ein richtig guter Tag und die Leute waren einfach spitze – professionell und locker zugeleich!”

Also: Höret und lachet! http://www.ass-radio.de/muenchen.html

Deine / Ihre/ Eure P&P Studios

Your Nice Ass

We were in your sister’s kitchen late one night.  You were drinking the last of the orange juice from the carton and had just taken off your shirt (yum).  You were wearing black dress pants.  Your sister walked into the doorway and was talking to us for a minute before she went to bed.

That was the first time that I remember consciously thinking what a freaking nice ass you have.  Especially with no shirt and dress pants…  I don’t know, they just do good things on you.

When you had turned to talk to your sister I kept looking at your ass.  Honestly couldn’t help it.  I’ve wondered if she saw me.  It was a little embarassing that I couldn’t keep my eyes off your backside, but… mm!  Seriously… mm!!!  I was so turned on.  You have such a nice ass.