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Wednesday, November 5, 2008

The Magic of Slog Comments

posted by on November 5 at 17:45 PM

Earlier this afternoon, a three-way involving regular—and notorious—Slog commenter Mr. Poe was proposed (“I’ll fuck any chick as long as there’s a giant cock in my mouth”), negotiated (“Stats? Pics?”), and declined (“Boy-ish looking is a big turn-off”) in a post about a charity for foster children.

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Posted by Mr. Poe | November 5, 2008 5:51 PM

This is why I love Slog.

Posted by Aislinn | November 5, 2008 5:56 PM

Mr. Poe,

Think of the children! Don't turn down any reasonable bid. They're depending on you...and you mouth...and your cock too.

Posted by yucca flower | November 5, 2008 5:57 PM

I didn't necessarily turn it down, she'll just have to find someone else. We could always meet up at Victrola and browse craigslist over coffee. That sounds lovely.

Posted by Mr. Poe | November 5, 2008 6:01 PM

I will video tape this event. I will edit it. I will submit it to HUMP! next year, and we shall share the prize.

Posted by Matt Fuckin' Hickey | November 5, 2008 6:03 PM

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, I won't sleep with anyone with a pit bull in their life. No-way-Jose.

Posted by Mr. Poe | November 5, 2008 6:07 PM

I'll do the soundtrack. Maracas and a snare drum.

Posted by Irena | November 5, 2008 6:08 PM

The maracas can be used on set too!

Posted by dr bloom | November 5, 2008 6:10 PM

And I shall be best boy.

Posted by Ziggity | November 5, 2008 6:27 PM

I've at least earned Key Grip status...

Posted by Jubilation T. Cornball | November 5, 2008 6:49 PM

ECB's stalker can do location scouting

Posted by AJ | November 5, 2008 7:20 PM

That's our Poe!

(cue crappy 80's TV theme music. Or crappy 80's porn music, your choice sloggers.)

Posted by wisepunk | November 5, 2008 7:35 PM

Lets just call Poe what he really is... Mr. Lucky Pierre

Posted by Bellevue Ave | November 5, 2008 9:22 PM

I guess I should have asked my husband before I pimped him out...BTW it was a joke.

Now I'll just have to donate cash on behalf of FABB...BO-RING

Posted by Julie Russell | November 5, 2008 11:55 PM

Why didn't I think of pimping out my boyfriend for charity? What kind of social worker am I?

Posted by Lara | November 6, 2008 6:27 AM

Oh Mr. Poe! You know how to make me hard!

Posted by Vince | November 6, 2008 7:07 AM
...BTW it was a joke.

Psh, you're only saying that because I turned you down your hubby.

Posted by Mr. Poe | November 6, 2008 8:06 AM

Who's Mr. Poe?

Posted by James | November 6, 2008 8:18 AM

*-you. Whoops.


Some asshole.

Posted by Mr. Poe | November 6, 2008 8:29 AM

@15 Ummm Okay Stalker....and why might you know what I do for a living?

Posted by Julie Russell | November 6, 2008 9:13 AM

Google search "Julie Russell" "Seattle". Isn't hard to figure out.

Posted by teh internetz | November 6, 2008 9:25 AM

Ummm. Actually you can't find it that way. Due to the confidential nature of the patients I see my therapist's license/classification is not listed ANYWHERE on line.

All therapist's who work with the populations I see share the same confidentiality...STALKER.

Posted by Julie Russell | November 6, 2008 9:52 AM

Um, the only person I see revealing your line of work here is you, Julie.

Posted by Fnarf | November 6, 2008 10:13 AM

I don't care who knows what I was just freaky that someone else called it out...after I REALLY HAVE had shit mailed to my house, recieved texts saying PSON U N UR DOGS (still unsure if that means poison or piss on).

That's all

Posted by PERRY NOID- aka Julie Russell | November 6, 2008 10:28 AM

therapists are not sexy.

Posted by no poe | November 6, 2008 10:34 AM

I am soooo crushed. I might have to jump.

Posted by Julie Russell | November 6, 2008 12:53 PM

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