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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

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          • August 17, 2011 1:19 am
            I miss the term, cocksucker. Back in the 70’s it was mainly a term used by grown men as a disparaging remark against other grown men they found inferior to themselves. For instance if you were hanging outside a bowling alley and Dane Cook wandered by you might find the term quite useful. Sadly it has become antiqueos under suspicion that one might be speaking ill of those who partake in the glorious art of fellatio. I can assure you dear fine human beings that I would never do such a thing nor do I have any hatred in my heart for any individuals that enjoys the art of pleasuring another human being (or animal*) sexually.  God Bless. I do understand how one could construe a diferent meaning from the term if one where to take the word seprate from its context as literal. It would be akin to reading a book about a magic, god/man/spirit who tortures billions of people for all eternity just because they didn’t like his book. (An odd marketing plan, but wildly successful) But as I am a sensitive and modern man I’ve decided to retire the word cocksucker from my rep·er·toire, unless I really need it (outside of a bowling alley for instance) I’ve also learned recently in reading the blogs of many wonderful female writers that I am a bit of a sexist. I ‘m not sure what that means or looks like exactly, but from now on I’ve sworn to treat both sexes completely the same. Sure I’ll probably get in a lotta fights for slapping fellas on the ass and calling em sugar… ho-ho wacky jokes!!  but seriously, I did notice that I had some resentment when a female writer uses her assests as an inticing incentive for an audience but I’d ovelooked the fact that George Plimpton had been swinging his cock around like square dance hall on meth for years. Lets be honest. There are hundreds and thousands and yeah probably millions (but not billions!) of women writers that are way more talented than I. Artist’s too.  Life is just one big experience. We’re all equal, except for the people that are more succesful than me, fuck them; be they man, woman, black, white, gay, straight, transgendered or animal. I’m the smart pretty one and the sooner everyone relizes this the quicker we can get back to our true passion - social networking. TTFN - Your esteemed friend covered in the purity and everlasting goodness of the divine mother earth - Om Shakti Om mother fucking peace Jade Bos Florida regional director of sales for Lewd Pony Enterprises  * note: I feel sex with animals must be not only consensual, but that the animal must in fact be the pusurer or instigator of the sex, as animals do not talk and therefore can not clearly consent verbally to said sexual act.

            I miss the term, cocksucker. Back in the 70’s it was mainly a term used by grown men as a disparaging remark against other grown men they found inferior to themselves. For instance if you were hanging outside a bowling alley and Dane Cook wandered by you might find the term quite useful. Sadly it has become antiqueos under suspicion that one might be speaking ill of those who partake in the glorious art of fellatio. I can assure you dear fine human beings that I would never do such a thing nor do I have any hatred in my heart for any individuals that enjoys the art of pleasuring another human being (or animal*) sexually.  God Bless.

            I do understand how one could construe a diferent meaning from the term if one where to take the word seprate from its context as literal. It would be akin to reading a book about a magic, god/man/spirit who tortures billions of people for all eternity just because they didn’t like his book. (An odd marketing plan, but wildly successful)

            But as I am a sensitive and modern man I’ve decided to retire the word cocksucker from my rep·er·toire, unless I really need it (outside of a bowling alley for instance) I’ve also learned recently in reading the blogs of many wonderful female writers that I am a bit of a sexist. I ‘m not sure what that means or looks like exactly, but from now on I’ve sworn to treat both sexes completely the same. Sure I’ll probably get in a lotta fights for slapping fellas on the ass and calling em sugar… ho-ho wacky jokes!!  but seriously, I did notice that I had some resentment when a female writer uses her assests as an inticing incentive for an audience but I’d ovelooked the fact that George Plimpton had been swinging his cock around like square dance hall on meth for years.

            Lets be honest. There are hundreds and thousands and yeah probably millions (but not billions!) of women writers that are way more talented than I. Artist’s too.  Life is just one big experience. We’re all equal, except for the people that are more succesful than me, fuck them; be they man, woman, black, white, gay, straight, transgendered or animal. I’m the smart pretty one and the sooner everyone relizes this the quicker we can get back to our true passion - social networking.

            TTFN - Your esteemed friend covered in the purity and everlasting goodness of the divine mother earth - Om Shakti Om mother fucking peace

            Jade Bos

            Florida regional director of sales

            for Lewd Pony Enterprises

             * note: I feel sex with animals must be not only consensual, but that the animal must in fact be the pusurer or instigator of the sex, as animals do not talk and therefore can not clearly consent verbally to said sexual act.

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            2. thedailydoodles said: I would say cocksucker is still my favourite curse word. If a doorknob is locked and I forgot the key, I’ll say “cocksucker!” It makes no sense.
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            4. said: Never fear, the term cocksucker is alive and doing quite well here in the U.P. of Mich. For example, if a male or female lets say mashes an appendage, the term will be yelled repeatedly untill the pain subsides.
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