Burping the Antichrist - 5. Slithering Attire Required

I was grateful that for the occasion of the company Christmas party. Britney had eschewed her usual blue jeans for a little black dress. Even better were the black thigh hi stockings which were now working their magic around Gina's busy cheeks.

Peteys Stoopid Thought for the Day

When the results of your actions are not what you intended, tell everyone the results were indeed what you were seeking.

All Aboard

Leigh Steinberg: A Sucker Is Born:

First this guy was fodder for the college football cash machine and now the news media is giving him a ride on their gravy train. .Who will try to make money off of him next

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The Joy of the Purposeless Life

Toni Emerson: The Joy of the Purposeless Life:

I thought it said Life's Porpoises.

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Fed Announces Aggressive New Stimulus To Combat Unemployment

Fed Announces Aggressive New Stimulus To Combat Unemployment:

CEO's and Bankers are cutting bonus checks for themselves as I type this. If there is anything left they may lend it out after the election. 

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Too Hot for TED: Income Inequality

Too Hot for TED: Income Inequality - Jim Tankersley - NationalJournal.com:

Only consumers create jobs. The rest is puffery and self aggrandizement to facilitate a swindle. End of story.

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Balloon Juice » Our Productivity Problem: US Workers Won’t Be Treated Like Zoo Animals

Balloon Juice » Our Productivity Problem: US Workers Won’t Be Treated Like Zoo Animals:

As Henry Ford knew, you still need people who can buy the stuff you are making. Without consumers their is no need to build stuff no matter how inexpensively you make it, and you can only pay people so much in a society to sell and customer service each other when none of them produce anything.

We really need to re-eVALUEate. There I typed in with the full knowledge that life is to short to sweat the spelling.

Knowing what will happen when those millions of Chinese workers are replaced by machines know the shit storm that follows has no app to solve that.

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Heidi Klum's Massively Flared Jeans (PHOTO, POLL)

Heidi Klum's Massively Flared Jeans (PHOTO, POLL):

From the baseless rumor and innuendo desk: Heidi is merely hiding her now hideously swollen calves after a freak plastic surgery misadventu­re.

The misinforma­tion always starts with me.

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The Professional

I always wondered if there was anything I could have done to change that, because I know I didn't do much at the time. Another of my many "what was I thinking moments". Now I was staring down Indiana. Only I still didn't know it


So I gave all to the immutable laws of commerce as creatively as I could. I set to amass money, cash, investments. With a life devoted entirely to work. Well almost. Time was spent at work , resting, or wasting time in the clubs and night time haunts searching for what I am not sure. Peace of mind . Hardly to be found in such places. For the most part I avoided entanglements
 
Sure there was the late night adventure with a fine slender women with her passed out boyfriend in the next room. I could hardly forgive my self as my hands caressed her tiny behind, moving her sweet moist enveloping lips into the optimal position for a proper side to side ride. For now I was in the embrace of women. Not like the sturdy Eastern European stock from the catholic schools. Girls I had madly groped on their parents back stairs in my younger days. Or my Rainbow girl, under my favorite tree in the park, endlessly kissing and fitting our young bodies together to maximize pleasurably frictions. Of course when the weather got cold my Rainbow dumped me for an older boy with a Firebird. I moved on from such things with the eleven years of growing up, growing together, and then apart with Rene. 


Now it was variety I craved, and what a delightful variety there is in this marvelous city. I worshiped at all shapes and sized altars in those years. How I did enjoy servicing those women. Adult encounters invariably led to the complete immersion and entwining of our naked bodies in apartments and homes through out the city. No more back stairs, or trees in the park for me. 


I was a professional.