Time for action Blah Blah Blah. I will be on my best behavior and I expect professional courtesy in return. Let us handle this like adults or forever be challenging each other. This is my final attempt to iron out these wrinkles. Please respond accordingly.
Whats the story behind JMM getting kicked off the SPARC repeater? Anyone know?
Why don't you provide a method of communication and I will contact you. SPARC has no trust in me and vice versa. I guess my hunch was correct. This whole contact episode was a bunch of drama and a trap. Ball is in your court SPARC.
Remember when 435 used to be good? No you don't. Because you weren't even there. Fucking tards like OG, Tommy, Chris Morgan Heath, and Roger are all a bunvvh of drug addicted newbie tards.
You will enjoy the show tonight and like it. Ham sandwich challenged me but cannot deliver even a simple Email address. USO is disruptive and has some mental issues and keeps showing up on my repeater, what a complete dimwit. Hey USO listen to what we think of you. Since Hamsandwitch cannot get his act together I will have a phone number under a prepaid card to discuss his personality issues.
Blah blah blah
21795 Walnut st.
R****** A**** B*****?
SECRET SNITCHBOY RADIO CLUB
21795 Walnut St
Wildomar, CA 92595-8805
Welcome to the S.S.R.C. Chronicles where I share with you what a ridiculous and toothless old wannabe mall cop I am.
Did I mention there is yet another imaginiative recording being played on Elsinore Peak 144.895 +600 PL 157.6 ?
In another leap of my fucked up logic I am blaming Simon (K6DXN) for a recording he didn't even know existed. I mean, what sane person would want to listen to the inane ass-kissery that goes on in a pathetic simulation of real ham radio on the CDW repeater? How could I possibly expect Simon to know what the hell I was talking about?
So in the same asinine manner in which I blame Blah-Blah for me being "framed" I am blaming Simon for a recording that is just clips of me engaged in verbal masturbation! I want to think it is his voice but as dense as I am I just can't accept it is actually me talking.
Yup, it is actually a simple audio snip-and-paste where I was caught saying "Fuuuuuuck Youuuuu" one night. My clever little Circus Fleas took a snip of me guffawing and another snip of me farting out my callsign and put them all together to announce:
"JMM. Fuuuck Youu! Heh! Heh! Heh!"
Like a yappy little lap dog I lie in wait to accost poor Simon the minute he strays from SPARC.
What I do is listen and listen all day to SPARC to watch for Simon signing off then I doggedly wait for him to show up on 146.520 simplex. You would think a 65 year old man would have a real life, huh?
As soon as he is on 52 I key up and harass him about the recording, giving him crap and rejecting any argument he offers. You see how I am so brave I never actually complain to anyone in person? I will talk about someone getting a "brick in the face" but do you think I would ever actually get into a fight? Ha ha, not me! I'm the biggest coward around, always trying to manipulate others into scurrying about and performing my dirty deeds. Why do you think even my little buddy Buzz won't DF for me?
Yup. He knows I am a loser and keeps his distance. As Buzz recently said "JMM made his bed so I guess he has to lie in it"
Until my next story, I will be listening to all of you and writing down everything you say. (Creepy, no?)
Signing off with the salutation, "Backstabbing through Stupidity and Cowardice. ---- Out!"
I like to think I am really clever and manage to convince a lot of people I actually know what the hell I am talking about. That is how I wormed my way into Cliff Wallace's confidence and get to pretend to be an actual owner of the 144.895 +600 PL 156.7 repeater on Elsinore Peak. I love misleading people into thinking I am important!
For the last FOUR MONTHS I have been lying and telling Cliff I know who is operating that nightly "JMM Fuuuuuck Youuuu" transmitter. The voice that says "JMM" is my own but I continue to deny it. Lately I have been blaming Blah-Blah and the SPARC crew but the truth is I am as clueless as usual.
For example, I convinced everyone I knew that the transmitter was nothing more than a greeting card audio player wired to some old ham radio. I always declare it is "... an old CB trick" in order to blow smoke over the fact I can't find it. Because it only plays at night I leapt to a conclusion it was solar powered. I borrowed a sextant (as if I knew what the eff to do with it) and loudly told everyone I would locate the solar panel by cleverly examining the angle of the sun to determine when the assumed solar panel was illuminated. None of the old farts on Elsinore Peak are smart enought to realize what a fucking stupid idea this is. They nod their senile, dentured, balding heads and smile beningnly as I spin my latest lies.
Yet the transmitter goes on NIGHT AFTER NIGHT AFTER NIGHT!!! I make the rounds of every repeater and club, whining about this terrible transmitter in the hopes that someone else will go out and find it. Week after week I tell the repeater users it is not targeting me but instead is an attack on the "repeater community".
Why do they all yawn and stop listening to me? Do they expect me to actually spend MY time D-F-ing? I can hardly get my distorted belly to squeeze behind the steering wheel of my crappy old 94' Jeep Cherokee. Why is it MY fault that the consequences of my many misdeeds follow me around like a pack of circus fleas???
Cliff should be smart and throw me off but until he finds out about my lies I can go on pretending I run a repeater....
If YDO ordered it for you, don't accept it!
Working out a series of proxy servers to run my burner gmail account. Trust is far from mutual at this point. I am assuming SPARC will do the same until trust is earned. If this is some sort of trick it will not work. Would SPARC please choose a state other than California for my point of communication origin. Will cease any forward movement from this point until SPARC declares general purpose of communication and honors the state choice. I am going into this with the best intentions. As stated earlier if I feel this is a trap then prepare for a swift and effective reponse. Thank you.
BLAH-BLAH should just apologize to me you know because I was framed!
He really needs to worry about "collateral damage" because I have all of these vague and imaginary Law Enforcement connections. I can easily get SPARC thrown off of Santiago Peak because he just won't let me be one of the Boys. I've been thrown off of a bunch of repeaters and some day they will all have to apologize to me because I am a deluded fat 'tard who plots and dreams of pathetic revenge scenarios.
Meanwhile on the near-dead Elsinore Peak Repeater (144.895) there has been that late night guy saying "JMM Fuuuuuuck Youuuuu" for FOUR MONTHS now and I still can't find him. I got out a sextant, I called the FCC, I called the USFS, I even called the Sheriffs and claimed "Elder Abuse" too. Geez, everyone knows Elder Abuse is me trying to masturbate my old shriveled wiener. Now I have all of those old gout-ridden ham farts trying to play RDF queens and look for that mystery jammer so I can send him a letter. We even built a bunch of crappy tape measure beams by using our Harbor Freight coupons to get the free tape measures. Aren't we clever tight wads?
If you had the time to listen, the repeater mainly has a bunch of near dead, drug addled hillbillies and butt kissers talking late at night. What a dead wasteland of crappy RF spewing off of Elsinore Peak. That is why I so desperately want to be on SPARC.
I just know Blah-Blah is behind it. How else could he have asked me such insightful and pointed questions? He is such a liar! I'd like to believe that he has nothing better to do than listen to me babble about revenge while verbally masturbating on 144.895
Did you know I am so paranoid I took my pictures off of Facebook and put some white-shirted geek's photo there? Hell, everyone knows I am a big fat bald moron driving a ridiculous '94 Jeep Cherokee and thinking I am a cop in a cruiser.
It is true that I listen all day to SPARC because I want SO BADLY to be one of that In Crowd. It really causes my tiny old gonads to squirm to think that Blah-Blah threw ME off! You can come by my run down mobile home and see I still have my UHF antenna pointed at Santiago. I still key up and jam people I don't like. Once in a while I key up and say "All you gotta do is apologize"
21795 Walnut St
Wildomar, CA 92595-8805
This is YDO'S Fault,I know it you know it everyone knows it!
This is my rocky the dog trying to kill a raccoon
Huge thanks to whoever is jamming the piss out of 435 annoyances such as the Pragers, Jimmy, and IRP. Time to flush out the turds and restore the frequency to what it once was. Not sure how you're jamming out the Prager's cryphone remote, don't really care. Keep up the great work!
Fuck the police 👮♀️ 🤮🐽🐷🐽🐷🐽
The other day W6OF, the absolute least entertaining loser on 435 told someone else to "shut the fuck up". Really Chris? Really? You're on the fucking radio all day and all night inserting your stupid comments where they are not needed. Then when nobody responds you say it again. Get a life dude. And shut the fuck up too.
Pat is MISTER STINKY!!
Pat is Mister Stinky!
Pat is M I S T E R S T I N K Y!!!!!!!!
Pat smells like a Pig!
This is my new pet
Will set up a burner gmail. Please give me several days to post on flamebook.
Post a phone number here to call you we don't care if it's a burner number or not
BB will be calling you or sending a text for a discussion time
We asked u to stop begging for drugs money and get a job
We fucking lied. We don't know shit about ham samlich. We need money. Donate to our paypal account so we can get counseling for not telling the truth.
TRULY SAD TO SEE HOW PAT SULLIVAN IS TREATED AND ABUSED ON 147.435. THE MARTARDS ARE SLOWLY FADING INTO OBLIVION DOWN IN THAT SHIT HOLE CALLED SLAB CITY.
STEVE HOFFMAN WHERE ARE YOU WHEN WE NEED YOU. RE ESTABLISH LAW AND ORDER ON THE 435.ROGER BLY SELL THE REPEATER TO STEVE HOFFMAN BEFORE IT'S TO LATE. OR AT LEAST ALLOW HIM TO TELEPHONE LINK ONTO THE MACHINE. THE DRUG ADDICT IN CHIEF KE6OG IS RUINING THE MACHINE WITH HIS CONSTANT DRIBBLE ABOUT GMX, MOTORCYCLES AND DUNE BUGGIES. WE NEED NEW MATERIAL ROGER. KE6OG HAS NO MATERIAL. HE'S FUCKING DONE. BORING AS HELL. BRING BACK TIM SLEVIN, BRING BACK STEVE HOFFMAN. ALLOW PAT SULLIVAN TO SPEAK FREELY ON THE REPEATER.
oh of course now the pat sullivan obsessed moron is going to once again come back here and say your defending pat sullivan,chill out morono no one gives a shit about pat were more interested in why you have a total fascination with pat sullivan and why you have this consistant need to remind us every single day until. the end of eternity?
Your long winded answer here please ___________________?
Can the Allegro be an rv and a casket? The neckbolts might find out the hard way.
We asked u to stop begging for drugs money and get a job
ydo remember when the plumber flushed you right in the face?
imagine how more ugly you'll be after Ham Sandwich assaults your already ugly ass!
what I would pay to Ham Sandwich just to see him smash your already ugly face
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! martin dirtbags!
someone just can't get over their obsession with pat sullivan yet they continue and continue and continue to be completely obsessed with the way he smells or they like the way pat sullivan smells.anyone this sick and twisted over Pat Sullivan is sure out to lunch if you know what I mean!
dude seriously you need get pat sullivan out of your mind he's still winning by taking all the real estate in your head.why the need or the fantasy to have a starring role as pat sullivan 8yr old love child interest at the playground.
YOU NEED MEDICAL HELP ALONG ALONG TIME AGO ALREADY WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH PAT SULLIVAN? THAT SURE IS THE $64,000 QUESTION HERE.
DUDE GO SEEK SOME PROFESSIONAL HELP WITH YOUR PAT SULLIVAN OBSESSION NOW.
it's time you go see a therapist about letting go of pat sullivan and don't come back saying that I'm defending pat sullivan I'm not I just like to know what makes peoples minds tick with certain obsessions and the useless cocksucks that continue to completely embarrasses and humiliate themselves totally ovver some guy that reads poetry on the air and smells like flies.
or are you the one that likes to stick your head also down a toilet and likes to see how a piece of shit smells as soon as its in the bowl.
dude you are a very sick person obsessed with pat sullivans daily routine and to talk to the professionals asap by you continously coming here is only making all of us laugh our asses off at some dumb useless cocksuck obsessed with pat sullivans life
anyone this whacked is beyond repair if you get that much,you need another hobby like collecting coins or stamps is a very normal thing and get ready for this IT'S NOT CALLED AN OBSESSION collecting stamps or coins is a very normal thing to do in life,being obsessed with pat sullivan is not a normal activity it's a sickness that needs professional diagnosis but your really far beyond that point aren't you.
go fishing take a nature walk do something anything but continuing this useless obsession with pat sullivan every time you come here and talks about it we will always laugh at you for talking about your obsession with pat sullivan.
GO FIND ANOTHER HOBBY DUDE your brain is already fried and died.
STOP THIS SILLY OBSESSION WITH PAT SULLIVAN YOU KEEP SOUNDING AND ACTING LIKE A TOTAL ASSWIPE IN FRONT OF ALL OF US.
We have any information you need about ham samwich. We will sell it to the highest bidder. His name address and call sign. Donate to our PayPal account and the highest donation gets his information. We need the money bad and will risk that motherfucker kicking our asses. That motherfucker is a giant so donate a lot because he will pound the fuck out of us.
Richard heard that unmistakable noise when someone has the shits. Robert had eaten some unrefrigerated lettuce he found in a dumpster and was now paying for it with extreme diahrea. He squirted lots in the Home Depot bucket. Robert was on the bed masturbating to a picture of Pat Sullivan. The Shitting bucket was almost full, really smelling up the Allegro to the point that someone might think Pat was in there right now! Richard called to Robert not to wipe his ass and hurry over the bed. Robert has big boner!
Robert knelt by the side of the bed with his buttcheeks exposed and shit still dripping out his anus. This way Richard didn't have to lube him up. Richard thrust his giant penis into Roberts Asshole and began to pump. He pumping continued until, at last, Richard cummed hard in Richards Colon.
He pulled out his dick and wiped it off on the bedsheets; that haven't been washed since they were bought years ago. Now it was Roberts turn. He pulled Richard's cock into his mouth and began to suck. It wasn't long before he made his brother cum hard in his mouth.
When Robert asked why he was smearing the shit on the bedsheets, he pointed out that Pat Sullivan may come to visit someday and he wants him to feel at home and be ready for a great blow job.
Richard took the nearly full Home Depot bucket and poured it on the ground just outside the Allegro's front door. He hope the wind would carry the scent back to Reseda so Pat would come visting. Robert can't wait to suck Pat's cock again! and the scent of Fresh SHIT will draw Pat to come!
Found hank YouTube
Ydo and rji need a job Ydo and rji need a job Ydo and rji need a job Ydo and rji need a job
My phone rang today. I looked at the callerID and opted not to answer. Immediatly after I received a voicemail from YDO. He said he's broke and could use a few bucks to "get him through the next few days." I heard a voice in the background so I listened to the message again with headphones. It was his loser brother RJI. Richard was telling YDO what to say and like a Sesame Street puppet, YDO was repeating word for word.
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READ ALL About TAMMY PRAGER'S SEXUAL DEVIANT BEHAVIOR AND UNNATURAL ACTS OF BESTIALITY COMMITED WITH STEVE HOFFMAN'S GERMAN SHEPHERD BRUNO AND HIS OTHER DOGS.
Tammy Prager inadvertently wanders into the realm of Bruno. Bruno is Steve Hoffman's German Shepherd dog and his sex partner and so are his other guard dogs. Do they kill Tammy , or use her for
their sick twisted pleasure?
His powerful forelegs clamped her heaving hips in a
tight embrace pulling her to his furred underbelly and
preventing her release. With each thrust of his canine
hips, his cock drove deeper into her belly causing her
to whimper with the pain of having this monstrous dog
cock search out the neck of her womb.
The German Shepherd was her master now in more than just the
physical sense. She had invaded his territory and
offered her sex to him. The pack instinct had taken
over, this was not just about procreation as far as the
animal was concerned, this was about authority, this
was about being alpha-male, this was about dominance.
Bruno, as his human counterpart had named him, was
alpha-male in the pack of three dogs that guarded the
two and a half acres of prime Californian real estate.
It seemed that a ten-foot high wall, instead of being
prevention to entry, was a challenge laid down to any
with a spirituous nature. Bruno, and the two Doberman-
boxer crosses were the last resort.
A silent infrared trigger set them free of their pens
to seek out and subdue the trespasser. They had
perfected the art of search and hold, trapping the
unwary intruder until humans came to take the person
away. It worked most of the time, but occasionally, the
wait for their master took too long. Boredom would take
over and the dogs would have their fun, often with
disastrous results and a body to be disposed of.
He had made his point with this She male Tammy Prager, Without actually
fucking her until he knotted with her, he had made sure
she knew of his dominance. He bit her shoulder in a
final act of aggression and allowed the two other dogs
their way. He knew their immaturity would prevent them
from consummating any union, but they had to learn.
Although it is an instinctive thing with animals,
He withdrew from her white thighs, negligently noticing
the red welts where his claws had raked her skin. He
signalled to the waiting pair that she was theirs to
play with and stood by to watch.
Very soon, Tammy was lapping away the seminal
fluid that leaked from her asshole . Bruno was
pleased to see that the brindle was becoming an expert
in bringing Tammy to screaming fits with the
powerful strokes of his tongue. It was a familiar
scenario. Tommy Prager falls asleep drunk in their run down trailer and Tammy goes over to Steve Hoffman's house to climb over the wall; trips the
sensor and the three of them get to have fun with the
intruder. Rarely would his Hoffman intercede in these
episodes, believing that she deserved the fate she was
While the brindle was performing earth-shattering
fella Tío on Tammy Prager's huge UNCUT Cock. Bruno the Shepherd would force his K9 cock into her mouth.
It was quite usual for Tammy to pretend that she was unwilling to be ravished by Bruno but in the end she was a willing cum recepticle for Bruno the dog.
to comply with this act, The white dog had a reasonably
long dick and could quite often get them to throw up on
his semen as it splashed against the back of their
Tammy Prager always seemed to be enjoying herself. Although this
wasn't a necessity as far as the three dogs were concerned,
it did make for an interesting session if compliance
was granted. Having turned Tammy over onto her back, She
grasped the white dog's cock at the base, just behind his
tennis ball sized knot and was sucking avidly.
The feeling for the white Dog was almost the same as being
knotted and there would only be one outcome from that.
Sure enough, in very little time, copious amounts of
dog Cum were slipping down her throat. She swallowed
most of it and licked the throbbing member that she
still had grasped in her hand.
The brindle had a penchant for this treatment as well.
Unfortunately, it was rare for one of the bitch's to
want to, or be able to oblige. No problems to Bruno, the
brindle was the most junior of the trio and got
whatever was left. If that meant he didn't climax, well
so be it and that was just tough.
Tonight's entertainment was up for it though. As soon
as the white dog's Cock had receded, the brindle let Tammy Prager
know he was in the mood for some of the same by placing
his ready cock in her face. Bruno the German shepherd and the white dog sat and
watched as Tammy slurped and manipulated the brindle's
dick, until he too sprayed her throat with his seed.
Bruno, thinking that perhaps he might just fuck this
one all the way, calmly walked over to eTammy who was in the prone position on the ground with her She Cock tucked between her legs and
Her clothes had become shredded in the struggle to
avoid capture or were now left discarded on the grass
where Bruno had ripped them from her body in order to
get at her sex. He smelled her, taking in her scent. Tammy Prager's smell was very strong since she rarely took a bath. The smell of dirty she cock really turned Tommy on. Now Bruno the K9 alerted because
His synapses told him she was horney, healthy and very
Her massive UNCUT she cock relayed messages in synaptic responses in
his brain, telling him that she was not yet satisfied,
that she wanted more, that she was not yet done.
That was how it should be. His own sex with her had
been more to subdue than satisfy this sick twisted trailer park trannie.
He turned her over so that she was once more laying on
her front. A quick check over revealed no damage to her
apart from a few minor scratches. Grabbing the back of
her neck in his powerful jaws, but being careful not to
grip too hard and break her skin, he dragged her to
their den. Tammy Prager whimpered and cried out, but didn't
resist and even helped by crawling across the grass.
At last, they reached the shelter of the brick kennel
with its warm bedding and clean fresh water. The girl
drank from the stainless steel bowl; slaking her thirst
and washing out the taste of dog come from her mouth.
She seemed to know that her place was as part of the
pack, at least for the present. Exhausted, Tammy
curled up in a corner on some of the straw bedding and
was soon asleep.
During the night, the brindle was allowed to practice
fucking her in her tight, tart little asshole. She was encouraged by nuzzling and
growling at her to suck him until he was good and hard.
The dog returned the favour, licking her she cock until she
quivered and lubricated her self. The brindle mounted
her, grasping her waist in strong forelegs and rammed
his cock deep inside her.
It didn't take too long before his thrusts took on an
urgency as his climax built. In deference to the pack
leader, he kept his knot from entering the willing Tammy Prager's tight little
Asshole. He shot his load, liberally spraying it
inside her and then continuing his emission over the
creamy white skin of her arse. Instinctively, he
cleaned her skin, licking all traces of his sex from
her. The result was that she came with force, soaking
his muzzle with her Cum. She slept until the dawn.
Steve Hoffman always let the dogs out to exercise in the
morning. Given the freedom of the grounds, the three
dogs would chase around until they lay panting and
ready for breakfast. This morning was no different; he
opened the pen gates and gave the dogs their freedom.
Bruno hesitated and preferred to stay with Tammy . He
didn't want her to leave the pen and be taken away with
his master Steve Hoffman.
"Well, what you got there then?" Steve Hoffman was
accustomed to finding intruders who had had the
attentions of Bruno and his boys. He wasn't used to
finding them sleeping with the dogs though.
Tammy Prager woke, stretched and yawned in one fluid motion,
then realised she was looking at a fellow human from
the dog pen with few clothes on. She shrank back,
trying to make her self as small as possible. Neither
Bruno nor Steve Hoffman could guess what was going
through her mind, but watched fascinated as her fear
showed in her eyes.
"Please leave me alone." She croaked. "I want to stay
here in the warm." The pleading was all too evident in
her voice, even Bruno understood her need to stay in
the pen were she felt safe and secure.
"I'll bring you some food then. Can't have you starving
can we? I mean, even the dogs get fed well here. We'll
just call it our little secret shall we?"
She nodded her acceptance of the food and complicity in
her stay. Later, food was brought by Hoffman as
well as some bottled water. She was too busy sucking
Bruno's giant doggie cock to really acknowledge the delivery.
Steve Hoffman withdrew, leaving her and Bruno to their
I WAS ON MY WAY HOME FROM THE MAN'S HOUSE WITH MY NEW DOG. THE OWNER
SAID HIS NAME WAS B.J. AND HE WAS A 5YR.OLD MALE GOLDEN RETRIEVER, AND HE
WAS A VIRGIN. I KNEW HE LIKED ME AND HE WOULD MAKE A GOOD LOVER BECAUSE
BEFORE I GOT TO THE MAN'S HOUSE I RUBBED MY HAND ALL OVER MY
ASSHOLE SO MY HAND SMELLED LIKE MY ASS. MOST DOGS "MALES OR FEMALES"
LIKE THIS SMELL. I ALWAYS TEST MY POTENTIAL DOG LOVERS THIS WAY, TO
SEE HOW THEY REACT TO THIS BEFORE I GET THEM HOME. IF THEY LIKE THE
SMELL THEY GO CRAZY LIKING MY HANDS AND IT MAKES THE OWNER THINK THAT
THE DOG REALLY LIKES ME, WHICH THEY DO " FOR SEXUAL REASONS THOUGH, NOT
BECAUSE OF MY GOOD KARMA". IF THE DOG DOESN'T LIKE THE SMELL, AND ONE
OR TWO DIDN'T, THEN I DON'T TAKE THE DOG, BECAUSE THEY ARE INTERESTED
IN SEX USUALLY AT ALL. ANYWAY AS I WAS SAYING WE WERE ON OUR WAY ON THE
FREEWAY TO MY HOME. SO I THOUGHT "LETS SEE WHAT HE'S LIKE" BEFORE WE
GET HOME. SO I UNZIPPED MY PANTS AND LET MY COCK HANG OUT. HE SMELLED
ME IMMEDIATELLY AND STARTED TO LICK ME WITH GREAT EXCITEMENT, HIS
BEAUTIFUL TAIL WAGGING UP A STORM. I NEVER WEAR UNDER SHORTS JUST FOR
OCCASIONS LIKE THIS. HE TOOK ME INTO HIS MOUTH AND STARTED TO SUCK ME
DEEP THROAT STYLE. I MEAN THE WHOLE COCK ALL THE WAY UP TO MY BALLSACK
AND SO FAR DOWN HIS THROAT I THOUGHT HE WOULD CHOKE HIMSELF IF HE GOT
THE WHOLE THING IN THAT FAR. I WAS SO SUPRISED THAT ALL I COULD DO WAS
TRY TO DRIVE STRAIGHT AND NOT DRIVE SLOPPY, AS I SQIRMED UNDER HIS
TREMENDOUS SUCKING MACHINE OF A MOUTH. I WAS SO HARD THAT IT HURT, GOD
WHAT A SUCK JOB I WAS GETTING. AND THAT SANDPAPER TONGUE WAS DRIVING UP
THE WALL. ALL DOGS TONGUES ARE LIKE THIS, SO ARE CATS, HORSES, GOATS
AND SHEEP. THEY, DOGS HAVE THE MOST TALENTED TONGUES OF ALL ANIMALS.
THEY CAN DO ANYTHING WITH THEM. LIKE EAT SUN FLOWER SEEDS SPIT OUT THE
SHELLS AND SWALLOW THE PULP INSIDE. GOLDENS AND SETTERS HAVE A "SOFT
MOUTH " SINCE THEY ARE NATURALLY GENTLE WITH THE GAME BIRDS, AND THEY
LOVE STRONG SCENTS, LIKE COCK AND ASS. I MEAN " CLEAN ASS". THEY DON'T
LIKE SHIT OR PISS AND NEITHER DO I. IF I FINGER FUCK THEM OR THEY FUCK
ME AND THEY THEY ALL DID AND DO, 4000+ AT LAST COUNT THEN I MAKE SURE
THEY ARE ALL EMPTY AND I AM TOO. ANYWAYREACHED OUT AND RUBBED HIS
BELLY, COCK SHEATH AND BALLS TO SEE HOW HE LIKED THIS. I HAD MADE SURE
HE WAS EMPTY BEFORE I PUT HIM IN THE CAR FOR THE RIDE HOME. I SLID MY
PANTS ALL THE WAY DOWN TO MY ANKLES AND HE MOVE TO SMELLING AND TRING
TO CHECK OUT MY ASS HOLE. I RAISED UP IN THE SEAT TO GIVE HIM A CLEAR
SHOT AT IT AND HIS TONGUE REACHED MY HOLE EASILY AND I STROKED MY STIFF
HARD COCK WITH ONE HAND TO KEEP IT UP FOR HIM LATER. HE DIVIDED HIS
LICKING BETWEEN MY COCK HEAD TO KEEP IT UP AND MY ASS HOLE WHICH HE
TRIED HIS BEST TO STICK HIS WHOLE MUZZLE UP, TO GET ALL OF MY JUICES I
WAS ORGASMING ON HIS FACE. IT WAS LIKE HEAVEN TO ME THEN, BUT THEY ALL
MAKE ME FEEL THAT WAY WHEN THEY SERVICE ME THIS WAY. I STUCK ONE FINGER
UP HIS WILLING ASS HOLE AND SLOWLY USED MY OTHER FINGERS TO JERK HIS
SHEATH BACK AND FORTH TO GET HIM GOING A LITTLE SO HE WOULD CUMM FOR ME
TOO. PEOPLE JUST DON'T RATE AT SEX, ORAL OR ANAL LIKE A GOOD DOG DOES.
IN FACT PEOPLE DON'T RATE AT ALL WITH ANY ANIMAL I'VE EVER HAD SEX
WITH. I'M 36 YRS. OLD AND HAVE BEEN FUCKING AND BEEN FUCKED OR SUCKED
SINCE I WAS 10 YRS OLD. SO I KNOW. THE CAR SEAT WAS GETTING WET AND SO
WERE MY PANTS SO I FIGURED LET HIM FINISH UP ON MY COCK BEFORE WE GET
HOME, HE CAN FUCK ME LATER. SO I SAT DOWN AND HE WENT BACK TO MY COCK
FULL TIME, WE JUST PULLED INTO THE DRIVE WAY AND I STARTED TO SHOOT MY
LOAD. HE SUCKED MY COCK ALL THE WAY DOWN HIS THROAT AND I SHOT ALL THAT
MY BALLS HAD IN THEM INTO HIM. IN THE DARK, IT WAS 3:00 AM BY THEN AT
LEAST NO ONE BUT ME COULD SEE, WHAT WAS HAPPENING, AND HE STARTED TO
JERK SO I LAID DOWN IN THE SEAT MY MOUTH ON HIS COCK AS HE STARTED TO
SHOOT ALSO DOWN MY WAITING THROAT. I STROKED HIS COCK AND BALLS WITH
ONE HAND AND CONTINUED TO FINGER FUCK HIS OOZING ASSHOLE WITH MY TWO
FINGERS TO GIVE HIM THE SAME HIGH FEELING I WAS GETTING. IT WAS WILD
FOR THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES AS WE BOTH SUCKED EACH OTHER DRY. HE WOULD
SHOOT FOR ANOTHER TWENTY MINUTES OF COURSE BUT I WANTED HIM INSIDE ME
SO THE NEXT TIME HE CAME IT WOULD BE UP MY ASS. WE LICKED EACH OTHERS
BALLS AND COCKS AND WE KISSED WITH CUMM FLAVERED KISSES UNTIL I CRIED
FOR JOY. HIS STILL HARD AND STILL SHOOTING COCK SLID PART WAY UP INTO
IT'S SHEATH AND I ZIPPED UP MY DAMP PANTS SO WE COULD GO UNNOTICED INTO
MY HOUSE TO HAVE MORE FUN THAT NIGHT. HE FUCKED ME FIVE TIMES THAT
NIGHT AND MANEY MORE THEN THAT THE NEXT NIGHT. AS I SAID BEFORE I KNOW
HOW TO PICK A GOOD DOG. WE WERE LOVERS FOR FIVE YEARS, BUT I WAS BITCH TO
OTHER DOGS DURING THAT TIME I WAS HIS BITCH. BECAUSE I NEED NEW LOVERS TO
KEEP MY TOUCH IN PRACTICE. THE PICK UP, THE KNOWING WHICH ONES WILL ENJOY
THE GAME, THE SEDUCTION, AND THE SEXUAL ACTIVITIES.
THAT IS FUCKING AND SUCKING. MY OTHER LOVERS, DOGS, GOATS, PONIES,
HORSES, SHEEP AND ONE LLAMA I WILL LEAVE FOR ANOTHER TIME. I AM
HORSELOVER. I AM BI SEXUAL MULTI SPECIES, THAT IS DIFFERENT ANIMALS,
MALE OR FEMALE, NO HUMANS. NEVER! SORRY GUYS. BUT THERE ARE ALREADY TO
MANY OUT THERE GIVING IT AWAY OR WANTING IT.
here we go once again sparc claiming all of 435 is either queer or closet homos but it may be only a few but the majority recide at the sparcles twink repeater.
Ass I have stated on several occasions if you go to the guestbook at the sparcles cocksuck website you can queerly see they have a vast userbase of homos commenting on where to buy or sell fake viagra or knockoff cialis pills and most of the commentaters are from canada or russia.
so why would a bunch of twinks continously flood a guestbook other then too tell other fellow cocksuck twinks to buy boner pills so they can get an erection and doink their closet partners asshole.
so the majority of cocksuckers are from the sparc repeater not 435 so lets get that straight you dumb cocksucks.
how embarrassing is that a bunch of twinks from sparc need to buy fake or knockoff boner pills just to get a woody to bone in their buttlover,its because they are fags and closet rejects and being associated with twinks and letting the whole world know your website guestbook talks about is looking like complete fags buying boner pills just shows the world how hard up you are to bone your closet partner NOW THAT IS A COMPLETE EMBARRASSMENT that no one wants to advertise to heterosexualls laughing at the sparc community.
This BB is a very big pussy and afraid to confront a real man like Ham Sandwich because Ham would continue to slap the fag out of BB until he would turn back into a hetero.
Butt ass we all know BB is the real fag and pussy around the sparc network along with his little closet minions hiding underneath his skirt unable to be a real man that his parents figured out he was a gay twink playing with female dolls unable to disinguish sexuality until it became apparent from playing with female dolls
Steve Tiny Hands Half-Man Hoffman's mother cock sucks in hell.
Will BB stop all repeater traffic so I can speak freely on the SPARC repeater? If this is possible please allow me time to put the finishing touches on my manifesto. I would love to share it with all of the SPARC repeater users.
you should be very careful sparc there could be one or two advesaries in your group reporting back to lets just say commrades from the dark side,watchout who you make physical threats to they already might know who you are.When the time comes you"ll be exposed and you will not see it coming
You should watch your backs sparcles?
I think ham sandwhich is a. Closet fag and has some type of man crush on BB. Most of the 435 user base are extremely jealous of SPARC or have secret sexual tendencies toward SPARC members. The problem with this is that SPARC is not a homosexual user base like 435 is Ham sandwhich wants to secretly be as successful as BB where dopers like ke6og want to be as intelligent as Tim Slevin
It even becomes evident that USO idolizes PHX while MFW types wish they had a station like the HDX remote. Fellow SPARC users we cannot expect these type of people to be normal heterosexual operators. Ham sandwhich is scared of BB and in a homosexual fantasy expects some type of physical contact with BB so he can grab at his cock. This is unacceptable and we again have to laugh at all the losers of the 435 group . This is a fact
Know your adversaries SPARC. Ham Sandwich is no dummy.
I am not aware of any invite by BB to discuss these particular issues on an open forum on the SPARC repeater. You have myself mistaken with another ham radio hobbyist. If you have any offers to troubleshoot and resolve 435/SPARC animosity please post on flamebook. I am reasonable but will not take kindly to physical threats. My identity is not hidden or secretive.
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