I’ve been going to Brave New World for the past 3 weeks looking at a boards, and I finally bought it yesterday. The reason it took so long to make up my mind was the price tag- $910 after taxes, for a shortboard. Why the high price?? Yeah, I’m not really sure why to be honest. I have an idea, but even the idea doesn’t account for all $200 I paid extra.
I bought a Channel Islands’ Wizard Sleeve. Don’t google image the name without the parent guard on for your search results, by the way, fun fact.


I went with the 5′6″ over the 5′8″ this time, considering I have a CI Pod in 5′8″.
The other dimensions run along the line of W:19 1/8″ T:2 1/8″. Something close to that. Anyhow, the few incentives that forced me to buy it:
+One of 50 boards autographed by 9x World Champion Kelly Slater.
+One of only 250 boards in the US
+One of 450 boards world-wide
+Production board of the Deep Six that Slater road last year that won him the Pipe Masters.
+5 FCS plug fins
+5 FCS K-2.1 fins (cover’s about $100 of the over paid $200)
+Guaranteed to make one surf like Slater.
That last one was a lie, but I’m very happy with my purchase though I don’t think I’m ever going to ride the board.
Still, my board is 5′6″, very expensive, sexy, and has 5 slots plug-holes to fill… Just like a whore.
And I managed to keep the promise I made and make a big purchase from a local surf shop.

We’re all familiar with the TITS-OUT antics of this talentless attention WHORE why not click on the pic to see her flash her PANTIES in a vid.

Just simple…I choose to move my two boys over 200 miles away to be with my hubby.  He had a job away from the boys and myself, traveling home only on the weekends.  There are some days I wonder if I made the right choice.

The problem…the hubby and an ex-girlfriend.  What you say?  I think the same thing when I think about this.  He had been communicating with this girl for quite some time before by luck would have it I found out.  She was with in an hour of where we were living.  Didn’t feel really good finding that out.  I found emails…emails with words of “still in love with you”, “I will always love you”, and even one choice little “lets have a fling, get together and see what comes of it”.  WTF!!!!  I have and will never cheat on my husband.  I value my morals too much and myself to compromise myself and my beliefs.

I confronted him.  Asked him to stop all communications and even to send this chic an email asking her to not contact him any more.  I saw this email.  He told me he would not contact her again.  I took faith in him that he would not.  This was 3 months ago.  What did I find today?  He fucking contacted her again!  Sent her a message on Facebook saying he was thinking of her and for her to text him during the day, week days only.  DAMN!  There went that fucking promise.  Then she sent him a message.  Hell yes I read it.  In it he had tried to call her.  WTF!  Ok now I am pissed!  So I proceed to send a message to everyone on her friends list with her same last name in efforts to hopefully alert HER HUSBAND!  Then I sent her a message.   Now hopefully she will know how it feels to have a spouse upset.  Oh yeah, I confronted the hubby again.  Went the same as last time, but this time he deleted his Facebook account.   I don’t go snooping, these things just happen to present themselves to me.  That’s the glory of it.  Every lie or deception he does comes back around and I find out.   I thank God for this.  So now my trust meter has gone back down to zero.  What do I do now?  Did I make the right choice with packing everything up, move away from my family, my friends, loss my job…for all this?  I really do not know.  I want to believe I made the right choice to be with my husband, but he sure doesn’t make it easy.  What ever will I do if this happens again!

Oh yeah, this blog wouldn’t be Callinghimout (her in this case) if I didn’t tell you what her name was.  Shawna Cassity Flournoy…you are not worth the time my husband wastes talking to you.  I hope your husband finds out all this.  I believe in Karma and yours is coming your way.

   So life sometimes has a way of becoming very out of control. I love my life. I’m married to a good man who takes care of me. While I may not be in love with him, I do love him. While I’m at home with him I’m in control of everything. When I get online and go into a chat room everything spins out of control. When I leave my house to go see a friend everything spins out of control.

   I love men. I love sex. I love the way a man touching me feels. I love the way a mans cock in my hand feels. I love the way a mans cock feels in my mouth being shoved down my throat. I just love men and sex. The throbbing of a mans cock while he’s pounding my pussy. That has to be one of the greatest feelings in the world.

   Hair. I love hair. I love hairy men. I love running my hands over a mans body through the hair. I love playing with the hair on a mans chest and nuts. But my absolute favorite is being on my knees with a man standing in front of me. His hands grabbing fistfuls of my hair ramming his cock down my throat. OMG. That is an intense feeling. I feel so natural on my knees. Damn. What does that say about me?

   So much more about me..So much more about my life that seems so out of control. I see a hot man, my panties get soaked. I see a scruffy man, my panties get soaked. I suck guy in their car in fairly public places. I never fear getting caught. I get off on knowing we could get caught. I love knowing that my mouth is bringing a man pleasure. I love knowing that I am their cock whore for that moment. I’ve been known to get off sucking a mans cock. Just sucking their cock. Never touching myself. It’s all very mental for me…

   Mental…More on this later…

Male Prostitutes offer Free Sex to Al Gore and Barack Obama?

By poetryman69

Prostitutes who were due to be shut out of the sex trade at the  Global Warming and Marxist Redistribution Conference have struck back.   Now they are offering to give numerous sexually transmitted diseases to any Climate Changer bearing a card  saying something like “Stay away from the whores.”

Prostitutes act just like MSNBC with the Democratic Party.  The Whores are giving it away!!!

Just like Congress,  the Whores are giving it away for free

Doing with the Danes

Where’s that Parliament of Whores thing when you need it!!!

A Hissy Twixt Two Sissies?

Tranny Vision

Stop being a whore!

A Constellation of Idiots in a Galaxy of Galaxy of Fools

Barack and Barney’s Excellent Adventure

Still Sexy After all these Years

Traveling Naked

Twin bed pans overlooking the Septic Tank

Is Sarah Palin Qualified to Squeeze the Cheese?

Avoid a fat head

It is better to be drunk than wasted

How to Travel Naked

Beer Alert

A Constellation of Idiots

It is Better to be Drunk than Wasted

Texas Toast

Going GaGa!

GooGoo GaGa

Burned Tranny

Online Job Search

Government Work

Job Search

Job Search for the Older Worker

Dressed as Lady Gaga

Monster Ball

Ultimate Costumer

Becoming Gaga

Gagging on Gaga

Sexy

Which witch to twitch?

Prepare to go Gaga

A Hottie does GaGaWeen right

Rush Limbaugh

How to find a Government Job

How to make Money

It is better to Drunk than Wasted

Job Search for the Older Worker

Alternative Job Hunt

Get Free Stuff

MARXIST MEDICINE

COMMIE CARE

ENEMY OF THE STATE

YouTube Lady GaGa Bad Romance

Amy Leaks?

090909

How to Lead a Secret Life

Avoid a fat head

It is better to be drunk than wasted

How to Travel Naked

Beer Alert

A Constellation of Idiots

It is Better to be Drunk than Wasted

Texas Toast

Let us say that you find your selves in the throes of ardor with some hot neoprene nymph when your supposed flesh and blood beloved enters the room.  Is she amused that you cheated on her with a Latex Lover.  Well that’s what Chicken Choker first class would have us believe:

Copping a Rubber Feel

Fashion and blow up dolls

Sarah Palin Sex Doll

Sex with an Android

Doing the Doll

Plastic Orgy

Choking that plastic chicken.

090909

How to Lead a Secret Life

Traveling Naked

Avoid a fat head

It is better to be drunk than wasted

How to Travel Naked

Beer Alert

A Constellation of Idiots

It is Better to be Drunk than Wasted

Texas Toast

Eat Something Weird

By poetryman69

Where’s my blow up Sarah doll? Got a new can of Crisco. Gonna break it in

Tyler once again show that he is a heartless bitch.
He put his blog over friendship.
Next he would put money over family? Who knows.

See what star_award said about the accusations about her being thegossipdish.

Click Here!!!!!

It is so cute. But I still think she is lying.

I think my friend Ken is the sexiest man alive. I want to shave his beard so it doesn’t scratch my face as I make out with him. He is one hot piece of ass. I’m trying to get him to switch sides but he says until I have a sex change he won’t touch me

They say he looks yummy and they want a taste, but he’s a human, and not a sandwhich.

It’s been a while since I started writing about what I’ve been doing – something I’ve been doing for… ever.  I said this morning “I just need to get married, because the majority of this is that I’m just sick of being alone.” – Which is true… to an extent.

I mean yes I’d like to be part of a couple but not just anyone will do.  I miss my ex too, but even he isn’t the one for me.  We were extremely compatible sexually – really compatible.  He could make me cum by touching me – I just thought about it and felt a little jolt – best sex I’ve ever had.  But is great sex enough?  Not at all.

It’s not money, or a pretty face, or style – even though those things are important to me.  It’s something else… and I don’t know what it is I’m looking for in a partner.

I thought I was gay for a while, then I moved to thinking maybe I was bisexual.  I’m searching desperately – flailing around trying to find this thing I want and I don’t know what it is.  I know what I don’t want though.  Boy do I know that extremely well right now.

I don’t want a woman sexually.  I don’t want a one night stand.  I don’t want this empty feeling that accompanies my thirst.  I don’t want the potential embarrassment that could come with fucking random guys in a small town.  I don’t want to hurt anymore.

I know what I don’t want – but this thing I need… it eludes me.

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And THIS, my friends

is why parents shouldn’t be allowed on Facebook.

Prostitutes who were due to be shut out of the sex trade at the  Global Warming and Marxist Redistribution Conference have struck back.   Now they are offering to give numerous sexually transmitted diseases to any Climate Changer bearing a card  saying something like “Stay away from the whores.”

Prostitutes act just like MSNBC with the Democratic Party.  The Whores are giving it away!!!

Just like Congress,  the Whores are giving it away for free

Doing with the Danes

Where’s that Parliament of Whores thing when you need it!!!

A Hissy Twixt Two Sissies?

Tranny Vision

Stop being a whore!

A Constellation of Idiots in a Galaxy of Galaxy of Fools

Barack and Barney’s Excellent Adventure

Still Sexy After all these Years

Traveling Naked

Twin bed pans overlooking the Septic Tank

Is Sarah Palin Qualified to Squeeze the Cheese?

Avoid a fat head

It is better to be drunk than wasted

How to Travel Naked

Beer Alert

A Constellation of Idiots

It is Better to be Drunk than Wasted

Texas Toast

Going GaGa!

GooGoo GaGa

Burned Tranny

Online Job Search

Government Work

Job Search

Job Search for the Older Worker

Dressed as Lady Gaga

Monster Ball

Ultimate Costumer

Becoming Gaga

Gagging on Gaga

Sexy

Which witch to twitch?

Prepare to go Gaga

A Hottie does GaGaWeen right

Rush Limbaugh

How to find a Government Job

How to make Money

It is better to Drunk than Wasted

Job Search for the Older Worker

Alternative Job Hunt

Get Free Stuff

MARXIST MEDICINE

COMMIE CARE

ENEMY OF THE STATE

YouTube Lady GaGa Bad Romance

Amy Leaks?

090909

How to Lead a Secret Life

Avoid a fat head

It is better to be drunk than wasted

How to Travel Naked

Beer Alert

A Constellation of Idiots

It is Better to be Drunk than Wasted

Texas Toast

Let us say that you find your selves in the throes of ardor with some hot neoprene nymph when your supposed flesh and blood beloved enters the room.  Is she amused that you cheated on her with a Latex Lover.  Well that’s what Chicken Choker first class would have us believe:

Copping a Rubber Feel

Fashion and blow up dolls

Sarah Palin Sex Doll

Sex with an Android

Doing the Doll

Plastic Orgy

Choking that plastic chicken.

090909

How to Lead a Secret Life

Traveling Naked

Avoid a fat head

It is better to be drunk than wasted

How to Travel Naked

Beer Alert

A Constellation of Idiots

It is Better to be Drunk than Wasted

Texas Toast

Eat Something Weird

By poetryman69

Where’s my blow up Sarah doll? Got a new can of Crisco. Gonna break it in

If their not wearing tights as pants...

There isn’t anything wrong with the pashmina, boots and cardigan look.  I mean, it’s kosher – waa waaahhh- dull.  No, the issue here is that UVic’s mandatory dress-code is either a) tights-as-pants or b) this uniform above.  I swear to Joseph Smith that if its not tights as pants it definitely the above.  Anyway, the day this was taken I was overwelmed with boots and pashminas. No big deal.

Speaking of tights as pants.

These were those shiny, reflective kind of tights. Yowzah.

Mmmm morning espresso with a little vajjj.  Spandex + ankle boots + bare legs – dignity = I need a new Americano because I just spit-up this one. Are those shoulder pads?

strange creatures…how they leave so sudden..they milk the cow…tug tug..tug the udders…until they turn blue purple and green..stealing the calf’s milk..as the mother mooans..use and abuse…exploit…explicitly..is it in our nature…to act against nature..to intervene in nature’s ecosystem..become the predator of the prey of your predator..sense..does it make any to you..are you intelligent.. you might tink..because you’re sober…you are more capable than me..fool yourself..already you’re a fool.. not fooling me…april fool..go to school..tell your teach…i’m a tool… i am.. one that must be sharpened.. and used…abused…mmh…sweet dreams..made of…bliss…kiss..what is it like.. to kiss..can’t remember…last time..didn’t mean a thing..i was just trying..to… you wanted it too..don’t deny…but then you stopped…and so did i..and we drove on…in the cold dim night…i dropped you home..watched you through the glass..then i turned away…and i left..no it wasn’t you…it was me who left…i left you.. whore.

I'm so happy to take your call

Customer calls. “I created an account and I can’t log in.” I give the customer a password reset. No joy. I look at the customer’s account. There is a typo in his username that he created all by himself. Fix the typo, good to go. D’oh!

Another customer calls. He wants to email us an image. We give him our email address. No joy – that’s too complicated for him to figure out. “Do you still have the email we sent,” we ask. Yes. “Fine. Just reply to that.” The customer then says, I don’t know how to reply to an email. I am not making this shit up!!!

We get a voice mail from a customer. “I’m calling about my order and my telephone number is XYZ.” Great. They didn’t provide their name, which believe it or not, can often be quite handy for locating their fucking order. Of course they didn’t provide their order number, either. And the phone number they provided is not the same one they included with their original order. Unfortunately our web site isn’t capable of identifying orders simply by the sound of their voice just yet. That leaves us an impossible trail for searching which means we can’t look up their record and review it and have it on our screen when we call them back. And when we do make that phone call, it goes a little something like this: “Hi there. I’m Tom the whore calling from XYZ Corp. Someone at this number, we don’t know who, called about something, we don’t know what. Can you find that person for me?”

So, where do I start?  There is so much about this person that I can say but I don’t want to say it all at once… My fingers would fall off from typing all the inane and moronic things she has done and said.

First, I suppose I could tell you a little about me and who I am and what gives me the right to judge this ignorant waste of flesh.  I was her partner… I was her manager… I was her boyfriend and fuck toy… I was such an idiot for so long because I was blinded by my cock and its desire to fuck anything with a heartbeat.  I’ve grown up since then, but still… I was an idiot.

Yes, I’ll admit… I looked past all of her flaws because I was stuck on stupid.  When I first met this chick I was recently single and “on the rebound”.  In some ways I couldn’t help myself because my cock was so recently deprived of the privilege of sliding in and out of my last girlfriend and my mind was desperately reaching out for anyone that would show me that I was worth the effort.

Unfortunately… Out of all the women in the world I could have met and had fun with… I found Calliste.  I met her on a dating website called collarme.com for people who were into BDSM.  She listed herself as a submissive and at that time my crotch needed a girl who was willing to submit to my overwhelming sex drive so I sent her a message and we met shortly after her first response at the Chili’s near the place I was staying at.

We met, had dinner and some conversation.  I was so fucking horny that my brain didn’t catch a single one of the warning signs that were being thrown at me.  I looked past the fact that her smile included a giant gap in her two front teeth and that one of those teeth was chipped (from being slapped around by her father I suspect… more on that later).  I looked past the fact that she had what I can only refer to as fur on her face because “she was greek”… anyways… I looked past the fact that the conversation was missing some form of intelligent exchange, but I digress.

We went back to her place and fucked.  We fucked like wild animals and to my surprise… she never asked me to wear a condom… FUCK ME!!!  Another warning sign I ignored because my crotch had more control over me than my mind.  Lucky for both of us neither one of us caught anything from each other.

At the end of our first fuck fest she gave me a ride back to my friend’s home where I was still recovering from my last relationship.  He tried to caution me on the perils of dating too soon after a hard break up like the one I had endured but I ignored him and saw Calliste again, and again…

It wasn’t more than a few visits with Calliste when she popped out with a personal request.  She needed me to stay at her apartment to “guard” her stuff while she went to Greece to visit the “homeland”.  I thought about it for about half a second and said I would do it no problem.  I thought to myself “Why not, it will be better than taking up space in my friend’s house.  It’ll give me a chance to give them a break from me always being there.”

Next thing I know she is on a plane to Greece to visit some guy she met on the internet, stay at his house and fuck him and then return back to me.  This wasn’t really a problem for me at the time since I considered myself to be open-minded and a swinger of sorts.  The interesting part is not that she flew to Greece and stayed there for a couple weeks and fucked some guy she barely knew.  The interesting part is that she was spending the last bit of money from her insurance settlement that she received from a car accident she was in before I met her.

While she was gone we exchanged tons of text messages and emails… Gawd I wish I still had copies of those… I can only imagine the spelling mistakes and the poor use of grammar that I overlooked.  She lured me in and made me feel like we were a couple.  It wasn’t until we broke up recently and I took a good long hard look at our relationship that I realized what was happening.

She was running out of money from her insurance settlement, her career as a massage therapist was on hold because she couldn’t or wouldn’t get a license (she BARELY passed the course) and her career as a model had not really taken off yet (ahh another post my friends just wait), and she refused to get a full-time job to cover our expenses.  At that time I had a full-time job and was supporting myself and paying for everything myself.  I was such a moron and my cock was in charge so I fell for it.

She invited me to come live with her and I agreed because I was still a pussy craved moron at the time.  She used me to get her bills paid and keep food on the table.  Sure, she had the occasional photo shoot because she was working with a few small time local producers but the truth is that most of the money spent on rent, food and bills was coming from my wallet.

It wasn’t very long before I realized what was happening in the financial district of our relationship.  I knew that she was basically using me to get the bills paid because she didn’t want to have to work.  I realized that she had gone into modeling because she wanted the easy way out and standing there pretending like you are pretty is damned easy work.  ~any models out there that wish to disagree should spend 8-10 hours a day building a house, hefting lumber and swinging a hammer… then you will know what real work is and you will realize that  you actually have it really fucking easy.

Anyways, since she was “a model” and was willing to do adult orientated work, I figured that she would be a success at working on webcam making money while men chat with her.  I introduced her to Niteflirt.com since someone I knew had made a living off of it before.  The income potential was amazing… all she had to do was chat with boys, show off her body and rake in the dough… I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Stay tuned to my next blog entry to find out how wrong I was and why…

So I’m masturbating last night, and I catch myself thinking about Beard.  I’m shoving this thing inside myself and feeling good, but something was just… off.  It wasn’t as good as it usually is – and it’s usually great.  I just couldn’t get myself really going – so I thought about Beard.

I kept thinking about how low his voice was when he started talking dirty, talking about what it looked like when he was shoving it in me.  I was thinking about how he choked me because he knew I’d like it.  I was thinking about how he was grunting because of the exertion of fucking me so hard….

And what do you know?  Squirtsville, Just ahead off Slut Road.

I think there’s something so wrong with the fact that he still turns me on that much, but it felt so good, I’m going to ignore what’s wrong with it.  Consciously ignore.

Why can’t we leave Tiger alone. This country is so uptight about marital affairs. If I was wifey, I would be more humiliated from all the apologizing and all the “graceful wife” bullshit than from the actual affairs.

On his website he writes, “Elin has always done more to support our family and shown more grace than anyone could possibly expect.”

Tiger strikes me as an upstanding citizen that would never bend his wife over or pull her hair. This isn’t because he’s not into bending women over and pulling their hair. He is. We all are. He wouldn’t do this to graceful wifey because she’s his wife. His Madonna. He/she or both have elevated wifey to levels of untouchable prestige.

Men like the Tiger, (power, money, fame, good looks) have a “Madonna” and a “whore” in there life. In some rare cases they can be the same woman. But most men can’t treat their “Madonna” like they treat their “whore”. They’re socialized that a whore can’t be a Madonna and a Madonna can’t be a whore.

My suggestion to wifey, tell the Tiger to fuck you like the whore you are. It might help. He can spoon you afterwards.

Do you think Elin should treat the Tiger like a whore. Maybe I have the dynamics all wrong. Is it the Tiger that wants to be bent over?

Let’s agree, that whatever should happen, we should LEAVE TIGER ALONE!

In memory, I present “Leave Brittany Alone!”

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¤…Midnight Millie is back!…¤

Where to begin after such an amazing retreat…. I’m already missing the salty sea air and watching the peaceful ocean sun rise.
Whores are amazing dreamers…. In the real world the musty fresno air is clouding out the prarie sunset. So much has changed so many layers peeled & tossed…. The biggest in this whores world, the latin flame has been snuffed. Yes you heard right. There just comes a time when a whore realizes the game isn’t in her court anymore. This realization is a tough one & can often come slowly with lots of wavering. But in the end it’s key. The process at the end is easy. Like a bandaid on a child. Rip. Quickly. In this case txt quickly. No looking back. The relief will take a while to set in but the comfort of knowing it’s over is sweet.
From one whore to another… Don’t be afraid to rip it off. It’s enpowering. Especially when you may have felt like you couldn’t gain the upper hand. Rippin’ it will give you the upper hand. There are so many options out there that to waste your precious skills on a lame duck is just senseless. Rip. Rip it off. Quickly.
As for the “inbetweeners”….
There was the mountain climbing… Which was possibly the worst bout of actually climbing action I’ve ever experienced. But because I tend to be an optimistic whore some part of me felt like I could be the one to provide the altitude to the climbing experience. Girl was I wrong! This climber isn’t ever leavin sea level. Maybe that’s why he took it upon him self to mute contact. Which at first puzzled me, but after a few short moments relieved me. He took care of the dirty work that would have been in my hands had it gone on any longer…. Thank you.
Let’s move on to the highlight of my hiatus it may have been the equivalent of Mt Everest in mountain climbing terms. One glorious evening to the summit. While this whore has been known to dabble in the married world of men, she has one rule for sure. The maritial status needs to be revealed at the earliest possible convienience preferably before consummation. Well this little Everest nugget neglected to disclose his status. He followed up our summit with very pinpointed txts indicating his desires for future summits. Like a good whore does she made herself convieniently unavailable to gauge his interest. Meanwhile she gets positive intel that this Everest is indeed in a married state with a very small child at home. Ahhh… I love discoveries! Fun. Pure unadulterated discovery fun! So as his last txt arrived I had a moment of lax judgement. I deleted it. But then I realized this was a chance at education. Which is always important. Especially for men. They need all the education they can get. So I reconsidered & I thanked him for not advising me of his situation & made it clear to him that in the future being honest up front is the best policy & in this situation could have led to many more glorious summits. In such a sweet, innocent & totally, for lack of a better word, retarded response he said “I’m sorry I hurt you”. His first mistake was thinking he had that much pull. His next line was “so no more action?”. His second mistake was thinking he had that much pull.
As the Whorrible world turns!
So as of this moment. There really are no prospects on the horizon. I’m focusing on other things knowing that the next lovely experience will pleasantly surprise me!

Last night, it hit me.  I realized I’m feeling alone.  It’s been a week since I’ve had sex, a week since I had a man in my house.  It’s been a week since I had a cock in my mouth.  I’m feeling alone – which in turn means if things were the way they used to be, I’d start acting like a filthy whore right about now.

What’s going to happen this time?

A second lot lizard emerges as the Tiger Woods story is pushed onto the American public to cover up Climategate.  Her name is Jaimee Grubbs, and she probably has more mileage on her than that gasoline truck Mel Gibson drove in the Road Warrior.  Certainly not what I would chose to bed if I were one of the richest athletes in the world, but to each his own.  Here’s the article on Grubbs’s alleged affair:

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/2753973/Waitress-Jaimee-Grubbs-claims-affair-with-Tiger-Woods.html

But wait!  There is a third whore emerging.  Kalika Moquin, a Las Vegas nightclub promoter has also reportedly been getting Tiger’s wood.  This is getting ugly.

http://www.popcrunch.com/kalika-moquin-is-third-alleged-tiger-woods-mistress/