Sunday, February 28, 2010

Extended



I spoke kindly to the judge downtown, kept my cool, and was given an extension. Bexar county is doing a warrant round-up, so anything from back-child-support to traffic tickets HAS TO be paid or you're going to jail.

I signed up for defensive driving, and there's 7 hours I'll never get back being lectured at by comedians & half-wits.

Nevertheless ... not going to jail is the only reason I am doing this.

Whew!




~ J ~

Friday, February 26, 2010

No Justice for the Broke Dreamers

I am trying to keep from getting arrested.



I had a speeding ticket in December & am not gonna make my deadline to get my Defensive Driving Course taken care of in time now that I DO have money.



So I am going to beg for an extension or pay the fine with what little money I have.



God help me I hate my fucking life!

Ciao everyone. My next letter could be from jail or the poor house!

Looks like my new website is gonna have to wait a little longer.
~sigh!~





Julian

I Love Canada!




I Love Canada, but when their womens' group won the 2010 Gold at the Vancouver Olympics, they celebrated.

And it's caused some scratching of the noggins.



After all, this isn't the Stanley Cup.

Just teasing. Don't send the RCMP after me.

I TRULY love Canada!

Always,



Julian

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Call for Submissions - Girls & Cars

Call for Submissions - Girls & Cars -

Okay gang, those of you who think you can write 2000+ words here's an offer to see yourself published in print!

Details in the link above.

Blessings,



Julian

New story - Morning Shift - the first time

Morning Shift – The First Time

As the breeze hit the mid-twenties, I stepped out of the store, and quickly sat in my car, letting it warm up in the cold air, my body shaking in the layered clothing, my car’s defroster running, blowing a warm stream over my gloved hands. Kismet must have been working with me as I spotted Loren walking out of the store. I would have never guessed her for a lime green VW bug driver, but there she was, smiling at me from inside the domed car.
We came in to work at seven a.m. She is my co-worker, a waif, tiny, small waist, thin as a board, but long features: angular cheeks, deep-set blue eyes, blonde hair that had a natural bounce to it when she turned from one side to the other. Thin pink lips, clear skin that needed no make-up or blush made up her complexion. Loren’s in her early twenties, a little thin but what a perfectly heart-shaped ass, snug in tight jeans. At a nearby restaurant, I told her I was sneaking glances at her skin when her t-shirt rode up, and saw that she wore a thong.
“I wore it because I hoped you’d notice, Julian,” she said, touching my hand at the table.
I mouthed the words, “Follow me”.
My teeth chattered but not from the cold.
Minutes later, we were opening the cold motel room down the street from the restaurant, leaving her car behind, kissing like mad. My jacket flew into the air and I peeled off her running top, lifting the skimpy polo-style blouse, letting the disheveled blonde hair fly in all directions. My fingers gripped her ribs, pressing into the pale skin, licking her navel, kneeling to get at her jeans, opening them quickly, kissing her jutting hipbone while pulling down the denim. She ran her fingers in my black hair, tussling it lovingly, and I kissed her pelvis and belly, licking the navel, touching her asscheeks, cupping them, kneading them gently, making her moan softly. I could feel the camisole she wore under her blouse riding up on my forehead, the kisses coming a little faster, coating her belly, making her shiver.
My fingers caressed the smooth, soft flesh, feeling the tiniest string of her thong, tugging it frantically off her roundness, the full cheeks allowing the lacy string to come down, peeling Loren bottomless. I was licking her flat pelvis, nuzzling my nose in the belly button, and scraping off the skimpy patch of pink lace, the color almost melding into her alabaster skin. She grasped my scalp, holding me in place, feeling me licking and tasting her silky skin, my hands opening the cheeks, making her tiny anus open and wink. My tongue travelled past where the slinky thong once was, touching the skin and swirling it against my chin, feeling the warmth of her cunt radiating my face with inner heat, instinct telling me that she was wet and slick.
And GOD! Loren’s fucking hot!
The next kiss was my tongue licking her juices, my nose planted firmly on her pubic mound, lapping the sweet honey she expelled like a dog at a puddle. Loren whimpered, digging her nails into my scalp, moaning, “Oh baby, that’s sooooo goddamned goooood.”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” I moaned aloud, groaning, sucking her juices into my throat, savoring the tanginess of her sweet wet snatch. I relished the compliment and her responses, pressing my mouth deeper inside, licking and slurping faster, devouring the smooth pussy. Thin hairs tickled my nose, the pubic shaved (or waxed) into a smooth landing strip, the labia bald and allowing me to taste more, delicious smoothness, licking all over the clitty, sucking the juices out of her with my tongue, groaning and loving how this skinny blonde tasted. I heard her making noises, groans and guttural throat sounds, the expressions of passion and lust overflowing from her mouth into my ears with her sounds and delights.
She responded to my licking, groaning, “OOooooooh fuck Julian. Gooddddddddaaaaamn.”
Loren peeled off the camisole herself, letting it fly into the air, my hands still busy with her ass and smooth skin, the spaghetti-stringed top hitting my head and then slowly falling off my shoulder, sliding down my back. As I continued licking the smooth pussy, making slurp-slurp-slurp-yummy-yummy-yummmmmmmyyy sounds with my tongue, I could feel her legs shifting, the feet coming up shortly, releasing her feet from the tiny sneakers. I pulled back, and found a naked woman smiling at me. Her cheeks and neck were blushing with a mixture of heated lust and a pending orgasm.
“Mmmmmm, Julian, that’s fucking wonderful,” she whispered. “Now, are you gonna join me?”
All I could do was nod and watch her, my body moving automatically.
I peeled off my shirt, tossing it behind me, all the time my eyes fixed on her gorgeous body, delighted in every inch of flesh she gave me. She leaned back on the mattress, a smile on her cheekbones, her eyes watching me with fascination, seeing my dark Latino skin appearing as jeans opened, the boner already traceable in my shorts. She could see my smooth stomach – I’m no Joe Six-Pack-Abs! – and smiled, watching my hands moving deftly to lift my cock, stroking its’ length, feeling my hairy balls with the other hand. She took one finger, stroking the clitty in small circles, staring as I jacked off, tugging the dickmeat, holding and rolling my testicles like exercise balls, the pair seeming to trade places in my sac as the tip belched a bit of wetness, the precum clear and rolling off the head, sliding down, making my knuckles glossy.
“Nice cock Julian,” she said lovingly and with adoration. Her eyes focused on the fuckstick bouncing in my fist, stroking the length. “I love watching men jacking off.”
As she made the emphasis on her desire to watch, I pulled harder, the balls bouncing faster, pummeling my inner thigh and the edge of my hand, stroke for stroke matching her spinning finger as she moved faster and deeper against her hot, wet cunt, shaking slightly, moaning but never taking her eyes off me.
Then Loren stood immediately, a naked young, tiny blonde, and now at my feet, on her knees, my cock jabbing hard in her hungry mouth. I could feel warm drool encasing me in her rapture, the lust making her groan and sucking me like a woman possessed. Loren bobbed up and down, pulling my length with her mouth, keeping me inside the perfect ‘O’ her lips made, the cock stiffening and my hairy balls moving and jumping with her lusty touch, bouncing off her chin. I wove my fingers into her soft, blonde hair, tugging her forward, pumping and grinding my hips, fucking her mouth deep and groaning, loving how receptive her slutty demeanor was to my perverted desires.
She gurgled, “Mmm phh Oooohhhh!”
Then the hot little cocksucker went into overdrive, her face pummeling my groin, devouring my length, sucking me to the root of my cock, my balls on her chin, my fingers dancing on her scalp. I was enjoying this too much but didn’t want to lose control too soon.
“Oh damn Loren,” I moaned. “You’re such a good little cocksucker. Lick my balls you sweet angel.”
“Fucktoy.”
I questioned, saying, “What honey?”
She took my cock from her mouth, the length slick and glossy with her drool and my precum, a strand of slippery wetness stretching between her lips looking me dead in the eye, tugging the cock ever so slowly.
“Julian,” she said, looking up at me, her hand slowly jerking my cocks’ length. “I am no angel; I am a fucktoy, plain and simple. Moreover, right now, I am your fucktoy.”
I smiled like a just-released-convict, aching to unleash ALL my desires on her slim and sexy body.
Loren began pumping, gobbling, gorging herself on my cock, devouring me like a starving woman. She smoked my cocks’ length, taking me inside herself, making her own neck gulp hard and gag, testing herself with my thickness, groaning and whimpering insanely. Her mouth slobbered like a broken hose, drenching me in drool, pulling my precum out, making my balls bounce and hurt, wanting to release the jism wiggling inside them.
“Goddamn suck me good you sweet little slut,” I whispered, feeling the corners of her mouth rising slowly with a grin that didn’t slow down her natural ability to devour my length. “Such a precious hot little fucktoy you are my whore.”
“Talk dirty to me you fat bastard.” She moaned, fingering my balls with her right hand, stroking the length with her left. I continued riding her hot, wet tongue, pumping, rolling my hips, fucking her mouth deeper, feeling the head tapping her palette, bumping deeper.
“Gooooooddamn you’re so fuckin’ good Loren.”
“You gonna treat me good,” she said, my cock out for a moment, “or you gonna treat me bad? Gonna use me as you wish? Fucking me all you’d like, again and again? Gonna make me beg for your thick fat cock to be pumped and pounded into my wet little cunt Julian?”
I gasped my reply, whispering, “That’s what you want don’t you? To be used like a whore, a cheap slut needing a fuck, good or bad. I’m sure you’ve tried grinding and fucking your way through the married men and fags in the store, and now you’re stuck with my sick desires aren’t you?”
As my dialogue went on, I could feel her tongue wrapping itself around my head, the tip removing the precum like a snake leaving a branch devoid of leaves as it climbs down a tree. Loren moved her mouth faster, sucking, slurping, making her head bounce back and forth, her hair flashing against my stomach, making me jump and ache for her. I needed her deeper on my length, choking her with the girth, fucking her mouth deeper until my balls rested on her chin, the pubic hairs inhaled into her nostrils, making her keep me inside her wet mouth.
“Swallow me you sweet bitch,” I spat out, groaning with her talents touching my nerves, making me jump and shiver, holding her head in my hands. I gasped, fucking her mouth deeper, balls slapping the chin, pumping, hearing her gag time and again. “You’re good to me and next week I’ll fuck you in the back stockroom, making sure you’re kneeling on that dirty floor, feeling me cumming in your mouth hard and fast, walking away from you like a alley whore needing her fix!”
Without warning, I reached down, grasping her arm, lifting her from the ground to her feet. She held my cock inside her mouth, then teeth, then lips, dropping me finally as I stretched her neck by tugging her arm away from our space. A spin, and she was facing the wall, her arms outstretched, palms flat on the wall, fingers spread, her ass jutting out from the small of her back towards me. I smiled lewdly, watching the honey-cunt drooling with saliva and need, her desire to be fucked fast and hard absolutely obvious. The scent of her snatch filled the room, her body needing me more than we could comprehend.
My cock bobbed, and within the span of a step, I lowered and lifted my hips, placing my cockhead inside her thigh. I could feel Loren squirm, moving, trying to get me inside the molten cunt, arching her back, moving to be one with me. The head slid up along her inner thigh, then against the smooth bald cunny, and finally between the puffy lips, the outer mound moistened and ready. My feet planted apart, I rose like a horny animal mounting his bitch, one hand on her shoulder, fingertips planted firmly and deep, the other grasping the delicate skin of her hip, holding her in her back-bending pose. I was pushing upward, fucking in slowly, sinking my cock in inch by inch, until I finally sat cock deep inside the perfect little cunt, planted like a farmers’ tool in soft, wet soil in need of purchase.
Suddenly, I began speaking in tongues, a language used by the foulest pornographers and pimps as compliments, at the top of my lungs: “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck! FUCK! LOREN! That’s a perfect little fuckhole of a cunt, you sweet slut! So amazing! Goddamned good! Holy SHIT!”
She whimpered, pushing back, my belly on her asscheeks, pumping, sinking, fucking her deeper and harder with each stroke. I pumped my bloated cock, feeling the vein moving of its’ own volition, the prostate jumping beneath the testicles, ready to unleash my cum. She rolled her hips, fucking me as much as I fucked her, my stream of obscenities making her shiver and hump, bumping, pumping, humping and taking me further inside her delicious, young body.
My fingers grasped her hard, holding tight to the smallest folds of skin, wiggling and watching, seeing her hair floating, the moment almost too perfect, making me feel like a porn star. She jumped, her tiny body bouncing above me, my cock bumping deeper and faster inside her body, groaning and gasping, whispering lurid and vulgar words and expressions into her ear, watching her hair flowing like a wild mop in the wind. My mouth reached down, latching onto her neck, biting the skin, feeling it moving in my teeth, groaning, grinding, pumping harder each time she wiggled and bucked and fucked me, barely on her toes, her body jumping and moving like a desperate creature starving for sustenance.
“Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” She wailed at the top of her lungs, our bodies pressing close, my cock impaling her, riding her harder, deeper, fucking as fast as possible on the upstroke, riding her every way possible. I could feel her legs straining to stay on the floor, my thick thighs grinding into her, levering her upwards with each skin-slapping stroke, loving how incredibly tight her sweet, molten pussy was around my cock.
All I could do at that point was breath fast, holding on and groaning in her ear, seeing where my teeth marked her, the pink flesh a ring against the white, seeing the slope of her spine leading my eyes to her ass jiggling like a paint mixer, writhing and bouncing insanely.
And what a fucking ride!
“Ohhh godddamnnnn Loren you sweet fuckin’ whore! Gooddaaaammmmmnnnnn!” All I could do was wail at the top of my lungs, growling and unleashing a series of profanities, screaming over my head, my neck bending my skull back, upwards, howling like a wolf at the moon.
She jumped, moving, her own orgasm tackling me, making me her own fucktoy, using me as much as I promised to use her at that moment.
“Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulllllllllllllessss!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK Fuck fuck-fuck-fuck-fuckkk-fuckkk-fuckk-FUUUUCCKKKK!!”
Belching hard, my cock spit all it had inside my balls up into her body, feeling her pressing down, trying to flatten her feet to the floor, keeping me buried deep and hard inside her. I could feel the jism leaking down the inside of her tight pussy, the buttery lips slick and wet, her strained fingers cracking the plastering of the wall, her screech tossing the paintings around, my cries shattering the lights above us. Her explosive cried pierced my hearing as well as her orgasm soaked me in her girl-cum, making me love the moment, the passion, the unleashed delights that ran through our bodies at the same time.
It felt as if electricity rained down on our bodies, every nerve on our skins alive with the unbearable lust and the crashing tides of orgasms as we rode the deflating cock to the greatest pleasure possible. We were on fire! It was so damned amazing I felt we could pass out standing up.
Then, my knees buckled.
Loren could see my cock emptied, hanging down, and she could feel the fire leaving her body also, a small tug from exhaustion rising, bring us down from our mutual highs and orgasms.
Suddenly, I could feel my legs disappear from beneath me, and my elbows caught the edge of the bed, letting my legs fall open, my feet splayed, and my balls slapping the rug beneath me. I exhaled, trying vainly to catch my breath, panting like a dog in the summertime. I groaned, watching Loren gracefully fall, a prowl, closing in on the floor, smiling, her body covered in a sweet sheen of girl-perspiration, glowing gently under the cheap lights and amid the flickering bulbs of the shitty hour-by-hour place we were using for our first rendezvous. I sputtered out a small laugh, watching her sticky body picking up debris from the floor, smiling, trying hard to refocus on her eyes, the lashes batting themselves at me as her smile caught itself on her lips.

“Geezus Julian,” she breathed out, “that was fucking amazing.”
“I loved it too Loren. You’re quite a savage woman when you’re on fire.”
It was then I noticed her blushing, her head curling up on my lap, her body pressed between my thighs, stroking my cock tenderly, touching my balls. She said softly, “Do you shave your balls, honey?”
“I do.” I was whispering, smiling, thoroughly used. “All the better for them to be licked by someone.”
That was all the incentive she needed, tasting my cockhead. Her lips licked the sensitive tip, making me shake slightly, moaning and watching her move my dick deeper between her lips. She could now savor the combined juices we poured out onto my fuckstick, loving how we mingled like Red Bull and Absolut.
I could feel myself rising to the occasion again, thick and ready for more. She turned away from me, then I slowly pressed myself upward, leaning back, collapsing onto the bed, Loren already climbing over my on-my-back stance, smiling, happy that my forty-plus-year-old body could keep up with this girl half my age.
She kissed me, pressing her body over me, going nipple-to-nipple, breathing life into my body, sweet breath, soft skin, my hands caressing her hips and ass, cupping the smoothness in my hands.
“Ooh baby,” she whimpered, her delicate voice a soft hummingbird into my ears. I shifted my body, allowing her hand to slip inside me, feeling me entering her slowly, the residue of our orgasms still leaving her pussy slick and my cock able to penetrate her easily. Her moist vocals eased out another compliment, breathy and soft, saying, “Fuck. That’s so damned good. Oh honey, don’t ever stop.”
It was as if she were praying for another fucking.
Or I were fucking as if praying – heathen actions to delight the inner being and warm our own lusty hearts and souls. Grasping all this world and our actions could provide.
The room was still, only the sounds of the mattress rocking beneath our weight, my hips instinctively grinding, pumping, churning inside the hot-fuck-pussy Loren gave me again. I could barely breath, just exhaling my shivering response, loving what she did with and to me. She pressed her weight down, keeping my cock impaling her, my hands on her breast, my mouth on her lips and neck, her hair covering my face, her responses guttural and soft, warm and delightful, so perfect like an X-rated dream starring me as a pornstar.
“Oooooh baby,” I delicately whimpered. “You’re so fucking good my fucktoy.”
I said fucktoy with absolute and total reverence and honesty, loving the actions and delights of her body with my own, enjoying every inflamed nerve and sweating into the comforter, gasping for breath as she pressed down on me. I groaned, loving what was happening as she straddled me, fucking me deeper inside her tight young body, clasping her pussy closed, the greedy little fuckstop taking me to Paradise.
No spanking, no swearing, nothing but lusty appreciation for each other and this one moment of perfect pleasure. She gritted her teeth, loving my hands everywhere, tracing her hips, feeling the inches under my fingertips, pinching and tugging the nipples, watching her writhe like a dancer over my body, my pelvis her personal grinding stage.
I felt my twisting and moving increase, relaxing inside her perfect body, the tight wet snatch enveloping and grasping me, holding my erection at an angle inside her body, pressing deeper with each stroke. Loren’s hands slid down my chest, over my pecs and down my shoulders. My hands reached back, taking fistfuls of her ass in the grip, keeping her parallel to me, pressed down, again, nipple-to-nipple, our kisses hot and vivid. She moaned into my mouth, matching my pumping, her grinding increasing, our breaths exchanging, faster, hotter, harder, groaning, losing all semblance of humanity. Two rutting creatures on the bed, fucking faster, becoming one at the torso, pumping deeper, lost in the moment, naked to the world of one another, living only for our pleasures.
“OOohhh fuck!” I gasped suddenly, spitting out the words into the air, feeling my prostate flexing once more, the jism splattering her inner cunt, taking and loving all she gave me. Loren moaned, tossing her hair over me, gasping, losing her ability to speak.
“Julian!” One word, my name, and she shuddered, losing her strength, collapsing atop me, delighted with our actions, a fluid exchange of the most unimaginable pleasure ripping into the center of our bodies. We could feel the pulsing of our conjoined cock-and-cunt throbbing in delight, exhausted and abused to the furthest human extent.
Loren lay atop me for some time, unable to move, the last orgasms draining out every bit of strength gained from our earlier lunch. I kissed her, letting her lithe body lay atop me, my cock slowly deflating, her cunt muscles squeezing me reflexively, draining the last of the juices from my vein and testicles, emptying me inside her sweet, young body again.
“Two for one day,” I said softly. “That could be a record.”
Loren smiled, her teeth a white flash, then we kissed again.
“That was two in ninety-minutes. Maybe you need a little more lust in your life, Julian.”
I replied, “Loren baby, you’re all the invigoration I need.”
She kissed me again, saying, “Still gonna treat me bad?”
I replied, “That’s the only way I know to treat you good.”
We smiled mutual smiles, caressing, feeling, breathing softly, happy in this moment, satisfied. Loren and I stayed in bed a little longer, then headed out, back to her car. We knew we couldn’t hold back. Something else was gonna happen.
Not yet, but for now, we were satisfied.
For now …

Thursday, February 18, 2010

And then there's this ...

QUESTIONS THAT HAUNT ME!

Can you cry under water?
Why do you have to 'put your two cents in'... but it's only a 'penny for your thoughts'? Where's that extra penny going to?
Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?
Why does a round pizza come in a square box?
What disease did cured ham actually have?
How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?
Why is it that people say they 'slept like a baby' when babies wake up like every two hours?
If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?
Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?
Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?
Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.
Why is 'bra' singular and 'panties' plural?
Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?
If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?
If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?
Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!
If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?
If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?
If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
Why do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?
Why did you just try singing the two songs above?
Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a haemorrhoid when it's in your butt?
Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?
Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead?
Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they know there is not enough money?
Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?
Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?
Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?
Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
Whose idea was it to put an 'S' in the word 'lisp'?
If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?
Why is it that no matter what colour bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?
Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?
Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialised?
Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?
Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?
How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?
Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?
In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?
How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?
Why does the phone only ring when you're taking a shit?

Teaching IS Funny.

A first-grade teacher, Ms. Brooks, was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked, "Harry, what's your problem?" Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the 1st grade. My sister is in the 3rd grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the 3rd grade too!"

Ms. Brooks had had enough. She took Harry to the principal's office. While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms. Brooks he would give the boy a test. If he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the 1st grade and behave. She agreed.

Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.

Principal: "What is 3 x 3?" Harry: "9." Principal: "What is 6 x 6?" Harry: "36." And so it went with every question the principal thought a 3rd grader should know.

The principal looks at Ms. Brooks and tells her, "I think Harry can go to the 3rd grade." Ms. Brooks says to the principal, "Let me ask him some questions." The principal and Harry both agreed.

Ms. Brooks asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?" Harry, after a moment: "Legs." Ms Brooks: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?" The principal wondered why would she ask such a question! Harry replied: "Pockets."

Ms. Brooks: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?" Harry: "Pants." Ms. Brooks: What starts with a C, ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin, whitish liquid?" Harry: "Coconut."

The principal sat forward with his mouth hanging open.

Ms. Brooks: "What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?" The principal's eyes opened really wide and before he could stop the answer, Harry replied, "Bubblegum."

Ms. Brooks: "What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs?" Harry: "Shake hands." The principal was trembling.

Ms. Brooks: "What word starts with an "F" and ends in "K" that means a lot of heat and excitement?" Harry: "Firetruck."

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put Harry in the fifth grade... I got the last seven questions wrong..."

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

For you who love dogs





I love dogs. I miss my little Blackie from a few years back & I hope that I am going to be a better doggie Daddy with my other little angels.

Here's a few thoughts to get you through.

Blessings,




Julian

Monday, February 15, 2010

Goodbye other job



I never met a celebrity, but I have nothing bad to say about my job.



I'm making more substitute teaching, and several people are offering to sponsor my new attempt at a teaching certificate. I'm driving 80 minutes round-trip to work 3 hours, and I can't take a half day or full day job as a substitute when I have to go in at noon or 1pm or 9am till 2pm.

That's just messed up.
My aunt thinks they're just trying to get rid of me without telling me to fuck off and die. Maybe so ... all I can do is my best & smile when I tell my boss I am leaving at the end of my shift this week.

Teaching won't make me any happier than retail but it will be more profitable, and I'll be in a steady spot with a simple line of days & ideas. I don't have to play "Guess the Problem" or "Do you speak Spanish, darkie?" - with the customers from Mexico.



You're to speak well of your employer until you're no longer there out of loyalty and respect. Once you leave you risk your own efforts.

Bye store. If I need a new job I'll be watching the supermarket chain locally for a cart-boy's job. Maybe ...

Thank you.






~ j ~

Sunday, February 14, 2010

PowerTrip & I'm Still Here

I'm posting these 2 just to keep me going.

~ J ~






Monster Magnet - Powertrip

Who's gonna teach you how to dance?
Who's gonna show you how to fly?
Who's gonna call you on the lame-dope-smoking,
Slackin' little sucker you are?

Who's gonna get you from behind?
Who's gonna ring your little bell?
Who's gonna con you into buying a television set revolution they sell?

When are you gonna blow the game?
When are you gonna blow the screen?
When will you tell them that the crap doesn't last
And you found a way to make your own dreams

The crap doesn't last and you found a way to make yourself scream

Well I died a million times
And I picked my culture well
And I built myself a gate
They can all now go to hell

I'm never gonna work another day in my life
The gods told me to relax
They said I'm gonna be fixed up right
I'm never gonna work another day in my life
I'm way too busy powertripping
But I'm gonna shed you some light

Get down!

Who's gonna teach you how to dance?
Who's gonna show you how to fly?
When you get tired of the crap baby move over here and maybe buy some of
mine

I'm never gonna work another day in my life
The gods told me to relax
They said I'm gonna be fixed up right
I'm never gonna work another day in my life
I'm way too busy powertripping
But I'm gonna shed you some light

I'm never gonna work another day in my life
The gods told me to relax
They said I'm gonna be fixed up right
I'm never gonna work another day in my life
I'm way too busy powertripping
But I'm gonna shed you some light

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VERTICAL HORIZON - "I'm Still Here"

I found the pieces in my hand
They were always there
It just took some time for me to understand
You gave me words I just can't say
So if nothing else
I'll just hold on while you drift away
Cause everything you wanted me to hide
Is everything that makes me feel alive

The cities grow
The rivers flow
Where you are, I'll never know
But I'm still here
If you were right and I was wrong
Why are you the one who's gone
And I'm still here
Still here

Seeing the ashes in my heart
The smile the widest
When I cry inside and my insides blow apart
I tried to wear another face
Just to make you proud
Just to make you put me in my place
But everything you wanted from me
Is everything that I could never be

The cities grow
The rivers flow
Where you are, I'll never know
But I'm still here
If you were right and I was wrong
Why are you the one who's gone
And I'm still here

Maybe tonight
It's gonna be alright
I will get better
Maybe today
It's gonna be okay
I will remember

I held the pieces of my soul
I was shattered and I wanted you to come and make me whole
When I saw you yesterday
But you didn't notice
And you just walked away
Cause everything you wanted me to hide
Is everything that makes me feel alive

The cities grow
The rivers flow
Where you are, I'll never know
But I'm still here
If you were right and I was wrong
Why are you the one who's gone
And I'm still here
The lights go out, the bridges burn
Once you're gone, you can't return
But I'm still here
Remember how you used to say I'd be the one to runaway
But I'm still here


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Saturday, February 13, 2010

Friday, February 12, 2010

Abstinance - Read Below

February 9, 2010, 4:36 am

What Have You Been Taught About Sex and Abstinence?

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Questions about issues in the news for students 13 and older.

A new study shows that some types of abstinence education can work in certain ways. What kind of sex education have you had? Do you think it is effective?

A Times editorial outlines the study and its findings, and argues that only certain types of abstinence teaching work:

The ongoing debate over sex education has been rekindled by a provocative new study suggesting that teaching abstinence can delay the start of sexual activity among inner-city youngsters — if it is freed from the moralistic overtones and ideological restrictions that were the hallmark of abstinence-only programs under the Bush administration. […]

The only program that successfully delayed the start of sexual activity was the abstinence-only instruction. By the end of two years, only a third of the abstinence-only group had engaged in sexual intercourse compared with almost half of the control group. [...]

The new study will need to be replicated in older teenagers and other ethnic groups to see if the findings are broadly relevant, and teenagers will need to be followed long enough to measure the effects in avoiding pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases. No single approach will suffice to reduce sexual activity in all teenagers, but the new study suggests that there is a sensible, effective way to teach abstinence.

Students: Tell us about what you have you been taught about sex, both in school and at home. Has what you have been told by your teachers and parents affected your decisions about sex? Why or why not?


Students 13 and older are invited to comment below. Please use only your first name. For privacy policy reasons, we will not publish student comments that include a last name.

She’s Moved On

She’s Moved On

I wish I could console her
I wish I could haunt her
I wish I could call her
But she’s moved on

I’d love to know she wants me
I’d kill to know she needs me
I ache wishing she loved me still
But she’s moved on

Has she found another lover,
when her life turned blue?
Has she found another one
to say I love you to?
I think she’s moved on
I think she’s moved on
I think she’s moved on
I think she’s moved on

I wish I could leave another note
on-line, by text or even by post.
I wish she wanted me
Half as much as I want her
I wish she wanted to be in my life
But she’s moved on
She’s moved on
She has moved on

Even when I can’t …

All I can hope is that she’s
happy, and content, and loved.
And that she’s moved on

Monday, February 8, 2010

Bad Democrats - reprinted from Yahoo (link)

Democratic lieutenant governor candidate exits Illinois race

CHICAGO – The Democratic nominee for Illinois' lieutenant governor dropped out of the race Sunday night, less than a week after winning the nomination, amid a political uproar about his past.

Announcing his decision at a Chicago bar packed with patrons watching the Super Bowl, a tearful Scott Lee Cohen said the Democrats were not certain they could win with him on the ticket. He said he was stepping down because he did not want to jeopardize the Democratic Party ticket.

"This is the hardest thing that I ever had

to do in my life," he said before choking up with sobs.

Since Cohen won the Democratic nomination on Tuesday, it has become widely known that he was accused of abusing his ex-wife and holding a knife to the throat of an ex-girlfriend — a woman who was herself charged with prostitution. He also admits using steroids in the past.

"For the good of the people of the state of Illinois and the Democratic Party, I will resign," Cohen said in a rambling remarks made as the Super Bowl halftime entertainment blared in the background.

The revelations about Cohen's past came as Illinois was starting to move on from the scandals of ousted Gov. Rod Blagojevich.

Democratic Gov. Pat Quinn, who inherited the job after Blagojevich's ouster following federal corruption charges, would have been paired with Cohen on the November ticket. Quinn, U.S. Rep. Danny Davis and Sen. Dick Durbin all had urged Cohen to leave the race.

Quinn said Cohen had "made the right decision for the Democratic Party and the people of Illinois.

"Now we can continue to focus our efforts on putting our economy back on track and working to bring good jobs to Illinois," the governor said in a written statement.

Surrounded by his sons, his fiancee and her son, Cohen apologize

d to his family, his supporters and anyone he may have let down.

"All I ever wanted to do was to run for office and to help the people, not to cause chaos, that was never my intention," Cohen said.

Until his nomination, Cohen was a political unknown. Democratic leaders had not considered him a threat to win and didn't highlight his past during the campaign.

Cohen's resignation from the ticket means state party leaders can replace him on the ballot.

"Now we can move on to find a strong replacement," said Steve Brown, spokesman for the Illinois Democratic chairman, House Speaker Michael Madigan.

Cohen, a pawnbroker and owner of a cleaning products distribution company, ran against several veteran politicians, spending $2 million — mostly his own money — on his campaign, more than twice as much as all his opponents combined. He gained strong name recognition with a flurry of advertising featuring people who said they got jobs at employment fairs he held.

The location and timing for Sunday's announcement — a heated beer garden at a Chicago bar during the Super Bowl — perplexed some patrons who were trying to watch the New Orleans Saints take on the Indianapolis Colts.

"It's a way to grab some headlines I guess," said 53-year-old Rick Kokonas wearing a New Orleans T-shirt.

Cohen was arrested in 2005 on domestic battery charges for allegedly pushing his then-girlfriend, Amanda Eneman, against a wall and holding a knife to her throat. The charges were dropped when she failed to show up for a court date. He has denied the allegations and called that relationship tumultuous.

Eneman had issued a statement Saturday through her attorney saying that, based on her observations and Cohen's behavior during their relationship, she "does not believe that he is fit to hold any public office including that of lieutenant governor."

Cohen said Eneman's statement did not affect his decision.

___

Associated Press Writer Deanna Bellandi contributed to this report.

The Crazies





** The Current version of "The Crazies" **



** And the version made in 1973 **

Compare & Contrast - maybe we'll enjoy a resurgence of real horror movies. PG-13 is a joke!

Blessings,



Julian

Saturday, February 6, 2010

A Cat's Prayer


Although I am too proud to beg,
and may appear to be a very independent creature,
I ask for your loving care and attention.
I rely on you for my well being much more than you may realize.
This I promise you, my benefactor, that I will not be a burden on you

nor will I demand more of you than you care to give.
I will be a quiet peaceful island of serenity for you to gaze upon;
a soft soothing body to caress,
and I shall purr with pleasure to rest your weary ears.
Since I am a gourmet who appreciates different taste sensations,
I pray you will give me a variety of nutritious foods and fresh water daily.
You know dear friend, how I love to go.
Allow me, I pray, a warm sheltered place
where I can rest peacefully and feel secure.
If I am wounded in battle or suffering from disease,
please tend me gently, and see that I am treated

by loving and competent hands.
Please protect me from the inhuman humans
who would hurt and torture me for their own amusement.
I am accustomed to your gentle touch and am not always suspicious
nor swift enough to avoid such malicious acts.
In my later years when my senses fail me
and my infirmities become too great to bear,

allow me the comfort and dignity that I desire for my closing days
and help me gently in my pain or passing.
Hear this prayer, my dear friend, my fate depends on you.

*author unknown



For Her ... I'm Sorry. You're in my prayers.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

You've Got a Dirty Mind!



Watch carefully ... and chuckle when you can.




Julian

The art of Boris Vallejo

erotic fantasy - boris vallejo - mirage 03 fairie-queen butterfly

Most Controversial Super Bowl Ads Ever - Inside TV

Most Controversial Super Bowl Ads Ever - Inside TV

Superbowl is coming up this weekend. I'll be having some of my old friends' horrible tasting chili, trying to make sure to force it down with a few beers. He's certain he's a gourmet but the hand is too heavy for Indian food. Maybe one day it'll just be wings & pizza, or ribs & sausage.

Anyway ... above is a link for some of the most controversial commercials that have ever been rejected for the Superbowl's air-time.

Personally, the event does nothing for me.







I take that back: the Superbowl evokes a memory for me of meeting Adult Superstar Taylor Wane many years ago.

Taylor Wane Pictures, Images and Photos
(Not me but I felt the same way around this delicious-looking sprite of a woman!)

I spent over 30 minutes talking to her. She never bothered to leave me to get a jacket, and remained (~Sigh!~) topless, smiling the whole time and being as wonderful as any man could hope for as the masses cheered the game going on in the other room.



Anyways, enjoy these videos.


Many blessings & love,



Julian

Monday, February 1, 2010

I am an Incubus - Part 01

boris vallejo mirage Pictures, Images and Photos




Drive Lyrics
Artist(Band):Incubus


Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much I let the fear
Take the wheel and steer
It's driven me before
And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal
But lately I'm beginning to find that I
Should be the one behind the wheel

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
It's driven me before
And it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around
But lately I'm beginning to find that
When I drive myself my light is found

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

Would you choose water over wine
Hold the wheel and drive

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there ...