Sunday, December 22, 2019

Law And Order, the rich have no laws....



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Jerome Bernard Orbach (October 20, 1935 – December 28, 2004) was an American actor and country singer, described at the time of his death as "one of the last bona fide leading men of the Broadway musical and global celebrity on television"[and a "versatile stage and film actor".
Later in his backyard, he contemplaged his career, Orbach played table tennis until he decided to start seeking poron roles in films such as Prince of the Bare Rear (1981), Dirty Ballroom Dancing (1987), Crimes and Missy Misdemeanors (1989) and Disney's first porno ever Beauty and the One Eyed Beast (1991).He also made frequent love to guests on his television, including a recurring affair with Angela Lanbury from Murder, She Wrote (1985–1991) as private detective Harry Taint McGraw. However, he gained worldwide fame for his starring role as NYPD Detective Lennie Briscoe on the long-running NBC crime drama Law & Order (1992–2004).

Me....I am making L&O my View of the Week because of one particular episode. I am watching the series as it is blasted on slow days as Marathons. I'll have to research back and find out what specific episode I am referring to...but my point can be made right now...Jack McCoy laid it out there with Angie Harmon (Thanks Texas!) said the ...'rich don't obey the laws...' to which JM replied "What Laws?"







I have been blessed with glasses since the 2ND grade...I don't know any different. I do know that once I had to go to bi-focals, those invisible lenses drove me crazy. Give the the clarity of old school bi-focals, look through the top for far away, look down to see close. ...like looking through a microscope. And my I further suggest getting single vision glassed for each of those distances, for extended periods like driving or reading. I asked for a computer distance prescription in addition to my bifocals. I am not sure if I went too far with all these pairs of glasses around.


Two holidays back but that is how I'm running....behind.


I LOVE MAD Magazine, even though I haven't bought one in twenty years...yes, I know they are no more. I came across a set of CDs (old school) with the complete collection up to ...well, I am not sure but MAD recycled so much, the collection should have all the best. Better transfer it somewhere other than CDs, while I can. Computers don't come with CD/DVD drives standard any more.



Sunday Mornings as a child....


...and as an adult. Now I know why Jesus hung around with the sinners.



Everyone wants to be a wolf until it is time to do wolf shit.




Sheriff Andi Taylor is cleaned up and ready for bed, the sleeping kind of bed. She had managed to discharge her sexual energy earlier in the day. It had been satisfying enough to keep her calm until bedtime. Now she could focus on the Walter family. Where are they? She couldn’t think of any reason they would leave without saying a word to anyone. It was considered common courtesy so your neighbors knew when to watch and when to respect your privacy.

Privacy.
Privacy is exactly why the couples chose Somerville. That, the university, and the small local lake. 
The university was a must for Traci. She is some kind of microbiologist and needs a job. Twitch worked as a gym manager before coming onto the Somerville Sheriff's Department. They all were free to do whatever job they wanted, no one had to work at all if they didn’t want to. No...none of the group thought it would be right to just fuck all the time. And what do you put on a resume?  So they had the Trophy Wife website money and they had legitimate money. Andi was an writer of eroitic fiction, barely selling on Amazon, self published, but she was out there. She just took some of the sex events she, mostly withTraci, and rarely some other girl or two with the boyfriends and husbands they brought to the table. Since moving to Somerville, the majority of the stories were of the two couples…

Andi and 95% of the swingers she and Beau had chosen to be with were amateurs. The majority of what you might call ‘sex professionals’ were other amatures getting in on the Trophy Wife sexsites. Much like homeschooling, the amatures came together, pardon the pun, into  a small network, groups forming in different areas and around different Trophy Wifes. 
That is where the other 5% came in, the professional porno actors and actresses, finding their ways into the sub groups of Trophy Wifes. It worked if the Trophy Wife wanted to get some street creds for being able to play with the big boys. And that is when it got sleazy fast. Like a steep grass slope next to a river….shit went bad quickly. The guys were usually more aggressive than the husbands and boyfriends. And the term ‘boyfriends’ and ‘girlfriends’ is used for subscribers who pay a premium to swing with their idols. But the profesional porno guys were way too aggressive and the girls pussies were so calloused they never felt anything put in what use to be their most sensitive areas. It was nude calisthenics. Beau didn’t much care for all the tats the men and women usually had, the professionals...so Andi and Beau backed out of the Trophy Wife circit after lots and lots of encounters with other consensual adults having fun and making money in that order. 
Hey all you Andi fans...I have a big surprise for you. Ann! It’s been almost four years since Ann and her husband, sitting on the side lines, came to see us. Going to introduce her to someone who has never been with and I think they are all raring to go.  Her husband will be making comments on what his naughty wife is doing. She hasn't changed over the four years. Cute. Gorgeous as usual. I want to know why she is so skinny and I am so fat? Don’t tell me, I know. I’m going to introduce you to James. James said he lost some weight too.
She loves to fuck  and have fun so I’m going to leave you two to do whatever you want. Ann is bashful but she will come out of it. 

Yes she will...he husband assures the room. 




'Ahhh. Ahhhh. Ahhh. ' ....James gets his rhythm back with hers since she turned around and is facing her husband, both watching that black dick sliding in and out of what was once creamy white but was now a reddening from use. She has obviously loosened up considerably to take James' attention but her vaginal grip is tighter than ever because of the swelling. It is getting used and is responding by swelling to twice the usual size of her lady lips. 

It has been almost an hour of Jame's balls slap, slap, slapping on Ann's ass or face. The husband is starting to fidget, ready to get it over. 'Why won't' the niggar cum: Let's move on already'.   He sits back and wonders if he will be compensated by tearing off a piece of Andi, the hostess with the mostest? He remembers the good time they all had four years earlier. He was new into swinging and was happy with the man-on-top-get-it-over-with treatment. 
'Can you take that big dick in your ass?...Andi challenges.
'I don't know about that...'...Ann conceeds. 'I don't think it is possible... ‘laughing nervously. 
James and the husband settle for her standing on the floor, laying over onto the bed. She is clutching the blanket because she is getting raw. Raw as hamburger. And James squats over her, his height allowing him to do so,  and pokes her over and over like some ape fucking a tree stump. His balls and belly making clapping noises off of Anne's almost done pussy. 
The cameraman, Andi's husband, is starting to wobble the shots, his arm getting hard. This buck as been enjoying this girls innards for over an hour. If his arm is aching, imagine how her pussy feels?
She welcomes the chande to give her pussy a rest and try and suck this beast off. His flesh-artillary shell tasted like a dirty washcloth, one from a monthly douching. She didn't acknowledge the hairs stuck in her fluids.....she was ready to dump this guy's load and get something to drink. A fucking hour. 

Andi could not wait any longer. She moved into the action....
'Hello? Hello? This is Beau...ummmm....okay we'll have to ....okay. All right. We have something to do tomorrow, too, if you feel up to it. Are you done with it?'
‘No.’
‘Well, I'm the director and your done. Move one to the next part.’
'Want any emotions? Let me stay sucking on this Chocolate Wand.’ 
'YOu give good head don't you?' ...Beau coughs.
'She's doing fine' James adds in.
'Mmmm thats a big cock, I wish I could take it all, I'm just not that talented.’
'Your talented enough', James encourages. 
You can hear Beau wheezing..'YOu okay bud?'
'What would you like to do? Where would you like to put it?'
James 'Try it from the back first. 
'Stretch it out there babe.’
Gasp...he did it right. 
'It's been a while. Have to dredge that pussy out.’ Andi admits.  














Saturday, December 14, 2019

Cursed (2005 film)








On a seaside pier in Los Angeles, friends Jenny Tate and Becky Morton decide to get their fortune told by Zela. A pair of thick ditzes.  Zela (Portabella Mushroom, Ellen's Partner) foretells that they will suffer a horrible fate, but they don't believe her and walk away disgusted. As they walk away they flip double birds and shout "DON'T HARSH MY BUZZ, BITCH!"

That night, 16-year-old high-schooler/stalker, Jimmy Myers, puts it up too quick and leaves a piss stain on his chinos.  Meanwhile, a stray wolf is picked up on Mulholland Drive by his 24-year-old sister Ellie, who has just returned from visiting her boyfriend, Jake "The Trouser Snake' Taylor (that dude who started the beard thing, the one from ????..shit, the FBEye Agents name was Olivia...had a quirky Scientist in it>>>>> Shit..... Jimmy had a run-in with some bullies and his crush, Brookie. Driving home, Jimmy gets punked out by her dreamy boyfriend, (Jimmy's words not mine, but that comes out later)....Jimmy catches up with his sister, Jimmy and Ellie collide with an animal and another car. And by collide I mean 'run over'. Jimmy attempts to put the animal out its misery with a Corona bottle, bashing it over and over in the head. They attempt to rescue the other driver, Becky Morton, but an unseen creature slashes the siblings before it drags Becky off and rips her in half. When interviewed by police, despite Jimmy's belief that it was a wolf or dog-type animal, the official report credits it to a bear or cougar.
The next day at work, Ellie finds herself attracted to the scent of a coworkers blood. But she dismisses it as a pregnancy craving, she is willing herself into a false pregnancy.




Being alone has a power that few people can handle.




We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same. -Carlos Castaneda


Me? I would have to agree with the previous statement. The boy might like to do drugs with the Indians, but he was not stupid. Think of how brilliant he would be if he hadn't done all those 'srooms, jimsonweed weed, and peyote. But, yeah, I agree you think yourself into moods.Good and bad. When I feel sad or anxious, I focus on the immediate. I might write and draw and read all the time, to keep things in check...like the different moods like, I mentioned.

This Saturday morning, I am across the hall at the desktop, trying out a digital pad passed on to me when someone upgraded. It is challenging trying to learn how to use the set up a and challenge as to has to make something decent once you have learned how to use it. I see it as a tracing tool. I take photos, of your mom, and put the heads on nudes....and it keeps me occupied for hours.

I have to improve my accuracy in typing, just in case I ever want to go back and edit this shit, it would be a nightmare. All the more reason to write in 'stream of consciousness mode' (not to be confused with mood because I've mentioned it twice already).



The older we get, the more empathy we have...and it helps to do something positive immediately, organize, wash, bath, brush, sweep...pick up the closest thing and dust it off. It is that self soothing feeling of doing the right thing...of being conscientious. Conscientious people live longer. Fact. Not that I want to make the compass of my life living longer. Living well is my goal, congratulate me on my success.



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"If you choose the purple popcycle, you are also NOT choosing the red popcycle.? Choices ave two sides, just like coins. I'm moving to a new job, selling the home we have lived in for over ten years. I love that home. Not as much as My Loverly Wife, but I feel the loss. I try and fill the void immediately with the fact...with the reason why we are moving, for a great job. I can't have the house and the job, the job is the better choice. Move on.
I hope I take my own advice.

Things that will help you last Longer on this rock...

EAT NUTS

EAT FRUITS AND VEGGIES

EAT IN MODERATION

GET ENOUGH REST

TAKE NAPS

MEDITATE

DE-STRESS...HOWEVER

BE CONSCIENTIOUS

FOSTER RELATIONSHIPS

EXERCISE

...as I remember it. Obviously sunscreen, good dental health, vitamins, ...
which leads to the real life changing must-haves for a long life...
...education, shelter, food, protection, medical care, ....similar to Medical Doctors saying this or that will prolong your life....when whatever they are selling is minuscule when compared to the effect of your genetic makeup. Thanks Mom and Dad, Grandpa and Grand Ma.....You either have the genes for longevity, or you don't. Hopefully, everyone has some genes that give them the ability to cope in this world as it has become. A society we must participate in to get healthcare and shelter. All must work. Me? As little as possible.



The most amazing thing...four squirrels frolicking, or raping, but I prefer to think the little creatures were frolicking....


Wasted birthday but I've learned lessons...


















That's all for now folks.