Helllllloooooo readers! Long time no see! My apologies... but I got caught up in a little something most of you are unfamiliar with... work.
How was Valentine's Day for each of you? Did you find the right gift(s), receive the right gift(s), or did you not have to worry about a gift? ;) How many of you spent the night in chat looking for love? Even worse, how many of you found it? LOL!!!
Anyway... it had been about a week since my last visit into NHL:1 and the topic of conversation back then was Mary's love for Paul, Paul's love for Mary, and Thornton's love for stirring up trouble between the 3 of them. I must admit, it was funny the first dozen times they battled, but after last week, I figured enough already. Ignore!
Things seemed a bit quiet yesterday. The room was unusually heavy with chatters, yet nothing was really being said. A few posts were made in regards to Oz's need of Hossa fantasy league trade, or Tasha's need for some country music, or Northerncutie's need for another mixed drink... but nothing really happening over the mic. So... out of curiosity, I reach into my Iggy bin and pull out Thornton, Paul and Mary. Guess who I hear on the mic now? LOL!!! Still arguing over the same ole bullshit. "You know you want me Michael" says Mary... "You know if you were her neighbour, Thornton and I weren't dating Mary, you would be all over that" says Paul... "Fuck, no I wouldn't, she's just someone I would like to talk to and be friends with" says Thornton.
Why did I even bother?
I must say, yesterday was probably the first time I have heard anger in Paul's voice. Something that was said had got to him, FACT! The boy that once said "it's only chat, nothing or no one can get to me"... was about ready to lose it. You could hear it building up.
Once the Golden Child of NHL:1, Paul is now the laughing stock of the room. Maybe this is why Paul is so upset. It is now evident that Paul cannot handle pressure very well. The pressure of furthering his education, the pressure of working part time, or the pressure of having ones balls carried around in a coin purse of his significant other. It's only chat, Paul... remember? Nothing bothers you. LOL!!!
The boy that claims to NEVER use ones handicap, race, colour or creed against anyone sure didn't hold back against Thornton yesterday. It was rather amusing. The Iggy bin wasn't going to be utilized quite so soon today. Briereyote would chime in on occasion, backing Thornton for some reason and Oz would hit Mary with a little insult here and there which made for a good laugh. Talker tried to get involved saying him and Not2 will last longer than Mary and Paul, regardless of what they think about his loyalty. What is funny is that I can't remember if Not2nice agreed with Talker or not, LOL!!!
So as Paul and Mary bashed Thornton, Thornton took the time to try and direct the bashing towards Talker and Tasha. A rather smart move on his part... this by a man called dumb, retarded and ignorant by Paul. It worked, as Paul called Talker a bigger loser than Thornton =)). Sonned to oblivion. Paul feels sorry for Tasha since she is so sweet and all, and can't understand what she sees in Talker. Surprisingly, Tasha doesn't say much. Maybe Tasha was re-thinking the situation she was in. Paul reminded Tasha of Talker's loyalty, or lack of... and his willingness to cheat at any given moment. Still, Tasha had nothing to say. I thought maybe Tasha had left the room. When I checked, her name was still present and her ears were on... interesting. All Talker would say was that his and Tasha's relationship would last longer than Paul's and Mary's. Boring... zzzzzzzzzzzzz. I expected more out of Talker.
Hey Paul, I have a question for you? I read where Mary sent you a pair of dirty and stained panties for Valentine's Day. Is that true? Were they hers? LOL!!!
Just curious, where do you keep them? Under your mattress? Dresser drawer? In your back-pack or briefcase that you take to school and work? LOL!!!
Do you enjoy sniffing used panties, Paul? Does Mary watch you stroke your cock with them on those lonely nights? How low can one get? Sniffing panties? Wow, get a fuckin' life. LOL!!!
YOU are a sick puppy, Paul. You have no idea about women, obviously, and are not aware that any real man likes the smell of pussy, not shit stained thongs.
Doesn't it occur to you Paul that there are still particles of feces lingering on Mary's ass even after a good wipe? LOL at you putting those filthy panties to your face. And even if you tell me that she showers after every shit, like some people do, and that her ass is clean... do you ever think of those tiny particles of feces that come out every time she farts? LOL!!!
Have you thought about taking those panties in for DNA testing, Paul? You could get information like her blood type, possibly what she ate that day, and most importantly, who else is bangin' that. LOL!!! I can pretty much guarantee that you will find that at least 4-5 different guys were in those panties before you. FACT!!!
I have an idea, Paul... send the panties to Dakilangmanok. That nerd has a chemistry set with all the necessary chemicals and such to perform a DNA test on them for you.
Hey Dak, if I can get Thornton's address to you, would you send the panties to him next? Maybe Thornton can put them on his 60" screen TV for all to see. Who am I kidding, like they all haven't seen them. LOL!!!
Happy sniffing, Paul... and remember...
...Tomorrow is Another Day...
and quite possibly a trip to the doctor's office... ;)
P. S. Happy February 29th... one of 'scraps favorite days... even better than Xmas, B-days, paydays (lol at payday) etc... you officially have an extra day to chat, lurk and linger.
Oh The Drama
...another NHL:1 chatter bites the dust...
- ... Oh the Drama
- Please, call me BAT-MAN. I come from a land down under. Where beer does flow and men chunder. Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover."
21 comments:
I love sniffing used panities myself.
Sniffers stand up and be counted!
I haven`t had the opportunity to taste a pantie but I would like to slide the rear string back and forth across my tongue for a few minutes of smoothadrienes thong.
haha no one can smell mine because i wash them in the shower so no dirty panties of me lying around :-) hehe
Nothing like the smell of a 24 hr. poozzie!
hey blogger,
the best i sniffed was actually my nieces. She's around 20, she lives on another city and sometimes she stays with us when she comes to Calgary. One morning I checked her bag and I found the best, most crusty pair of panties ever. She must have been thinking bad stuff the whole day, cause she really smelled horny. Also, the dirty little thing was in a hurry and her wiping wasn't that careful. I could smell the things from 2 feet distance!
Woweeeeeeeee. That is really intence. Two feet away? That sounds like extra chunky peanut butter
hi shady baby
That, my dear buttercup, is called a 'skid mark', and is not actual crap, but rather the delicate marking of a wiping done a bit carelessly
If you care to test it yourself, MOST girls panties can be smelled from a couple of feet away.
fortunately unlike paul my girlfriend bends forward (naked) & enjoys me licking her ass! i much prefer that over a pair of dirty cum stained thong
i love it, didn't think i could do it but i fantasied about it.i didn't try it until i was in my 40's now im an addict.i love it and i can't get enough of ass licking
I really love to kiss and lick a girls ass. The cheeks, and the hole. If they like it I even love sticking my tongue up the hole, I just think it's so hot and sexy. And I also like my ass licked and fingered
Hey andy let's lick each other's asses
Im from Vancouver , Canada. West coast represent! Im a cracka for sho! Vancouver is starting to turn into Hongcouver. But I really dont care. I actually like it. Its kinda cool to feel like im the only white guy walking around downtown. My very best friend is korean. koreans lick good ass.
A Letter of Apology:
Dear blogger, readers, and most importantly, Talker,
I am writing this ‘letter’ in an attempt to clear the air about a few things written in this latest blog, particularly the section regarding yesterday’s events in chat. I don’t know if this is the appropriate forum to do so, or if it is too late to do so….but here I go, anyway (and my apologies in advance if I am wrong in posting this here).
Amidst the entire calamity that was occurring in the room last night, there was great disappointment – disappointment in the behaviour and attitudes of others (I don’t know if I should mention any names here), and perhaps the most difficult to admit, disappointment in myself.
You see, I let down someone I truly care about…someone I love…and I’m extremely sorry for that. I abandoned the person I love most when I should have been there by his side, due to my own sense of discomfort – and not in what was being said, but rather, due to what was taking place. I am very sorry, Jon. I guess I’ve just avoided or have tried to avoid conflict my whole life (you know, “…my silence is my self-defense…”) – I don’t handle it very well, as I’m sure you could tell (I guess I deal with it by writing letters, lol :|). I am not at all happy with my actions (and yes, I realize that inaction is a form of action). It’s like when that little voice in the back of your head doesn’t shut up (and no Dean, not in that schizophrenic kind of way); well, mine was screaming at me letting me know that I had done something wrong (even if Jon won’t say it, I know I did let him down). And based on what you’ve written in this blog, blogger, I can tell that you thought the same thing (and thank you for pointing it out, as I would not have had the courage to admit this to myself and others if you had not done so).
Unfortunately, my silence was seen as me possibly agreeing with Paul and Mary’s comments by some (including you, blogger, and perhaps, even Talker). Well, I am here to tell you that this is not the case – I couldn’t disagree more. I have had the pleasure of getting to know this individual for years. No, he isn’t the same man I met nearly four years ago, nor am I the woman I was then either. But why should I have to tell you that? If you had the fortune of actually getting to know Jon, you’d easily know why I feel blessed to have him in my life. And if you actually got to know me, you’d perhaps realize that I’m not really all that some think I’m cracked up to be.
In regards to your comments about the whole Jenn incident, Paul, all I can say is that people make mistakes – you’ve made them, I’ve made them…we’ve all made them…that is how we grow as individuals – with growth comes knowledge and wisdom…and change. Believe it or not, people can and do change. If I can forgive and forget, I’m sure you can too. As I’ve said many a times, one’s past does not determine who he is…but rather, who he was…and don't forget, he has his entire future to determine who he will be. I do not question Jon’s loyalty to and love for me. And as for who’s going to be together the longest, all I can say is that I do not know the realm of Paul and Mary’s relationship (as they or anyone else do not know mine and Jon’s), but what I do know is that Jon and I have something that is very important to any lasting relationship: open and honest communication…and just as important, the ability to recognize and accept one another’s faults. To deny people their faults is naïve and unrealistic – why not embrace them and see all the good in people instead? Just some food for thought as I leave.
Again, my sincerest apologies to the one I hurt,
“not2”
In the immortal words of the fat comicbook guy off "The Simpsons":::BEST.....BLOG....EVER!!!
Well done blogger!!!! About time you picked up on the fact it is Paul and Mary turning nhl1 into a ghost town. Those two blithering dolts continue to confound and amaze chatters on an almost nightly basis. From their talk of American nazi'ism to chatting about marys panties to the never ending on mic planning for their 'life' together. While i agree with your assessment of the situation, I have to take issue with one point. From my very first day in the room it was obvious Paul is an immature spoiled mamas boy who lashes out at anyone he feels may be somehow superior to him in any minute aspect. The degree to which that kid alternates between suckholing and spewing venom in a juvenile rage, is astounding. I cant help but wonder good blogger, if we have another schizo in the room!! LOL...besides dean I mean.
Finally Blogger *applauds*. Great post, however, will they actually read this (can mary, in fact, read?) and apply it? Will they realize how much they embarrass themselves? Probably not. After all, I'm pretty sure that the two of them combined have the brain capacity of an air duct.
Yes,it's me,the REAL forever_frantic,AKA Linda...how the hell are you,you blogging losers?=)) I'm sorry I haven't had time to post on this piece of shit blog,or even come into chat much anymore,which by the way,has gone to SHIT anyway,and has for a while now=))=))=))
Anyway,I've been busy with school and such,with no time or patience to deal with daily NHL:1 drama.
Hmm,"forever_frantic" I didn't know I liked liking chicks' assholes? and being fingered? I guess I've given up on Joe and gone lez???=))
Later schmucks!:-h =))
So like, yeah, that's hawt! Like whatever, Tasha, like Jon is my man so like get over it! Like I'm so not even kidding lol.
When vicesandhabits bangs my loose pussy I forget all about my 2 children and husband and think about nothing other than his cocaine-laced cock slamming my wet hot hole
Hahaha, "intence" GAYASS SHITHEAD it's INTENSE...learn how to spell
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