A month ago I let them sign me up for Connections, which would involve my getting coupons and a $50 Wal-Mart gift card in the mail. And they'd charge my credit card $20 a month if I didn't cancel it first. I intended on buying $50 worth of food and cancelling immediately. The card and coupons never arrived. It's been a month. I called about this ( Read more... )

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And the time came, and the book was opened, and he looked down with his bicolor eyes and said "Man, I really fucked Ohio over the last tour. I owe them."

And then the tour dates were announced. And Manson said, "I hope you two get jobs so you can afford tickets, because I'm setting you up HERE. HERE. HERE and HERE. And with that he pushed bright ( Read more... )

I wrote this for MBP but I was too impressed with it to keep it to "just" that journal. And as I haven't written anything too smutty in awhile, here you go.

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I've got what you need.


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A sullen boy making Mobscene memory waste. You can see it on my face.


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I'm going for a personal record for public posts in one month by a friends-only journal.

But this is important, see?


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Spent my 9/11 destroying this lovely creature. He winces when he sits, and that suits me just fine. I should take a belt to him every time he insists he isn't pretty. Maybe I can beat some sense into him.


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It's been so long since I wrote up something filthy for you kids, and I've never made my tales of rampant sex public before tonight. Consider it a gift, and you people who read me who aren't my Friends better comment on it, at least anonymously. That means You. I know, it's been all rant and photos, photos and rant. And what fun is that? Not ( Read more... )