Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 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.
We do what we do and we do it well.
This is why I love Slog.
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.
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.
I will video tape this event. I will edit it. I will submit it to HUMP! next year, and we shall share the prize.
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, I won't sleep with anyone with a pit bull in their life. No-way-Jose.
I'll do the soundtrack. Maracas and a snare drum.
The maracas can be used on set too!
And I shall be best boy.
I've at least earned Key Grip status...
ECB's stalker can do location scouting
That's our Poe!
(cue crappy 80's TV theme music. Or crappy 80's porn music, your choice sloggers.)
Lets just call Poe what he really is... Mr. Lucky Pierre
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
Why didn't I think of pimping out my boyfriend for charity? What kind of social worker am I?
Oh Mr. Poe! You know how to make me hard!
Psh, you're only saying that because I turned you down your hubby.
Who's Mr. Poe?
*-you. Whoops.
@18
Some asshole.
@15 Ummm Okay Stalker....and why might you know what I do for a living?
Google search "Julie Russell" "Seattle". Isn't hard to figure out.
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.
Um, the only person I see revealing your line of work here is you, Julie.
I don't care who knows what I do...it 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
therapists are not sexy.
I am soooo crushed. I might have to jump.