Hi there silly buns! My name is Scott Lockwood, but my friend Teddy calls me Vladinator, and sometimes "Rubberneck." I'm skilled in the arts of reach-around, felching, hot lunch and sodomy! I also run a site that used to be dedicated to weakass trolling, but now it's a breeding ground for three-bit hacks and talentless writers!
I have a wife named Reza, but that's merely a faade marriage to divert attention from my true lifestyle, although I often enjoy burying my face in dimpled thigh fat and inhaling her rich yeast scent. I also love to purse my lips.
I suppose my downward spiral of perversion can be easily traced, right back to the ripe age of six! Father McCallihan (Catholicism is the easiest institution to scope homoerotic sexual activity, bar none) at St. Andrew's Cathedral lured me into his priest chambers with the promise of sweets. I got something much better. He penetrated my young asshole with the foot-end of a lubed crucifix that day, and I continued to willingly return for more fun every subsequent Sunday.
What came next in my life is what I consider to be the next important step in my life.
Father McCallihan urged me to join the U.S. Navy. I was reluctant at first, but after Father McCallihan explained to me a new acquisition of young meat, thoughts of sweaty tight-ended sailors got me hard. I had to join. I spent eight WONDERFUL years circle jerking and showering nude with young men. My best memories are from shore leave in the Philippines, where a glass bottle of Coca Cola buys you a rimjob from a local 13 year old boy. I will cherish those days, because sadly I was courtmartialed after being caught ankle deep in Ensign Henderson's rectum with Deck-Ape Richards in my ass on the Rear Admiral's desk! Ooopssssss!
Every time I'm cited as an irritating prick by my online friends, I curl up into a fetal position and sob for two hours in my stained bathtub. I feel better about myself after Reza empties her bowels on me while I sob.
But life goes on. I am somewhat happier now that I've met Teddy through the classified ads, and my weekend flings with Emad El-Haraty, a hardcore rimmer. mmmmmmmm.
Slashdot Mirror
to be advertised. Even for a site like this!
Could that expiration date (Sept. 10) have been chosen out of sheer respect for the incident that happened on September 11, 2001?
*I try to copy an audio CD and it doesn't work*
Me: Oh the humanity! (ala Hindenberg)
Step 3: ???
Step 4: PROFIT!!
Why yes! Guppylog is more useless!
Hey Perdida, my sweet. Sieg Heil sugarpants, pray to the one you pay.
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Hi there silly buns! My name is Scott Lockwood, but my friend Teddy calls me Vladinator, and sometimes "Rubberneck." I'm skilled in the arts of reach-around, felching, hot lunch and sodomy! I also run a site that used to be dedicated to weakass trolling, but now it's a breeding ground for three-bit hacks and talentless writers!
I have a wife named Reza, but that's merely a faade marriage to divert attention from my true lifestyle, although I often enjoy burying my face in dimpled thigh fat and inhaling her rich yeast scent. I also love to purse my lips.
I suppose my downward spiral of perversion can be easily traced, right back to the ripe age of six! Father McCallihan (Catholicism is the easiest institution to scope homoerotic sexual activity, bar none) at St. Andrew's Cathedral lured me into his priest chambers with the promise of sweets. I got something much better. He penetrated my young asshole with the foot-end of a lubed crucifix that day, and I continued to willingly return for more fun every subsequent Sunday.
What came next in my life is what I consider to be the next important step in my life.
Father McCallihan urged me to join the U.S. Navy. I was reluctant at first, but after Father McCallihan explained to me a new acquisition of young meat, thoughts of sweaty tight-ended sailors got me hard. I had to join. I spent eight WONDERFUL years circle jerking and showering nude with young men. My best memories are from shore leave in the Philippines, where a glass bottle of Coca Cola buys you a rimjob from a local 13 year old boy. I will cherish those days, because sadly I was courtmartialed after being caught ankle deep in Ensign Henderson's rectum with Deck-Ape Richards in my ass on the Rear Admiral's desk! Ooopssssss!
Every time I'm cited as an irritating prick by my online friends, I curl up into a fetal position and sob for two hours in my stained bathtub. I feel better about myself after Reza empties her bowels on me while I sob.
But life goes on. I am somewhat happier now that I've met Teddy through the classified ads, and my weekend flings with Emad El-Haraty, a hardcore rimmer. mmmmmmmm.
Toodles!