REWIND: Ignore-A-Knot

Since Rody’s death in early May I have been rather good with not sinking my claws into people’s asses. I’ve been making a concerted effort to be more positive, nicer and friendly. I also made it a point to develop new relationships, be even more non-judgmental and reduce my stress from other individuals. There has been a change for the positive in my life and many people have taken notice of this change. I’m a lot happier and calmer these days, but these bitches be trying.....

Those who know me are very well aware of how hateful and evil my anger can be. I’ve been known to destroy lives, employment, reputations, property and spirits. Some of you may remember the attack and theft of my picture and profile on yahoo 360 by someone who may have been in your friends list. This person was using an unauthorized photograph of me in their blog and also posted some rather messy words towards me, when I made a comment about them. They solicited comments of Yahoo 360 members but he didn’t like mine....even though he solicited it. Since I did not authorize his use of my pictures I requested that he remove it. I could care less about the comments, as I’m not one to be moved by anyone’s opinion about myself. There are plenty of people who dislike me but their feelings and opinion have nothing to do with me personally...so I pay it and move on. They pay no bills of mine nor do they have any adverse affect on anything about my life.....so I remain unbothered generally. Sadly, he refused to remove my picture. Subsequently, his entire blog, collection of photographs, reviews and friends list were deleted for non-compliance with my request. He lost EVERYTHING on his Yahoo 360 page. My rage and ability to reach you is usually underestimated.......so children please remember....YOU DON’T EVER WANT IT!!!

Anyways, an unscrupulous bottom recently was greatly offended by a comment I made in her comments section. This knotty fag usually has pictures of his wide-face having ass sans (that means without) shirt. Now granted, a shirtless picture is nothing too serious, but I do have a little problem when every picture of you is without a shirt. I mean if that is your only gimmick for luring people to your blog, then more power to you. I myself prefer to share witty readings sprinkled with snide remarks and lots of colorful adjectives. My writings tend to be dramatic and funny, but it’s always honest and truthful. But I digress.....he stated in his profile that he removed his shirtless pictures and wanted to see if anyone would still visit his page. I posted in his comments section that I was glad to see him remove his shirtless pictures.....and that the pictures were so adam4adam. Now I don’t feel this comment was catty or negative, but I believe he took offense to it. He responded via email with the following message:

I may post topless pics on my page, but they have a lot more class than that photo of you taking a shit. And one more thing: if you don't like the contents of my page, then why post unsolicited comments and responses to my blogs? In case you're too self-absorbed to know, you have LONG since been dropped from my friends list. It's now easy to see why.

Please, stay away from my page and my blogs. Your opinion is of no improtance or significance to me.

Now, here's the part where you get put on ignore.

That's all...

Firstly, I’d like to address this butter-cream bottom’s comment on “class”. I could careless about his idea on anyone, myself included, and their level of class. I’ve never concerned myself with any ideology regarding class, as most people who use class-based measurements or indicators are idiots. Those people tend to be judgmental and usually have superiority issues, as well as beliefs that they are better than some group of people. I am no better than a homeless man or a billionaire.....cuz we all eat, shit and breathe...and we are all going to die. Everyone is equal in my eyes.

Secondly, my toilet picture......whoever said I was shitting? And does shitting demonstrate or give any indication of class? I mean we all shit, don’t we? Even people with colostomy bags shit, right? More importantly, I wasn’t shitting in the picture. My goal in creating the image was one of originality. I like controversial pictures that move an individual. I like to be different. I could take nudes of myself or pictures of me topless, but how original is that? Right? Everyone on adam4adam.com, manhunt.net, blkgaychat.com, etc. has those...and quite frankly, they bore the hell out of me. They are not original, attractive or interesting to me.....but hey, that’s only my opinion. And my opinion doesn’t matter since I have no class.

Thirdly, I never added the lonely queen to my friends-list. He requested to add me to his friends-list which I accepted. It’s all about sharing, right? But apparently he removed me....ummmm okay. My life is NOW OVER!!! Maybe not....actually it isn’t. I PROMISE YOU!!!

Lastly, the dirty knot states that my opinion is of no importance or significance to him. Apparently it is since out of all the comments he has ever received on his page or in his blogs, he chose to personally respond to my one sentenced comment on his page. Did it make you feel some kind of way, sweetie? And it was a rather lengthy response too.....so I am thinking it did.........

Anyways, I could have really gotten his late ass together and bit off half of his half naked ass.....but I’m trying to be a nice person and not let these queens get to me; including her. I’m going to sip on my chamomile tea and remain calm. I won’t wish that she be abducted and taken to Mozambique where she will be held captive by militant radicals and forced into prostitution & involuntary servitude. I will bang on my Buddhist gong and keep my comments about his blogs to myself and allow him to think he is funny and creative. No...I will not send her a response because I am not using her late reads. I can always hold my own and read in the name of all heavenly bodies, but I will excuse his transgressions. I would rather not have to make her an example with her faggot ass.

But for the record, her blocking me or anyone blocking me for that matter means nothing.....there is no one out of reach of my long arm, hon. Again, remember....you don’t ever want the kind of savage evil earth moving wrath that I can deliver. Get into it !!

THAT is all...........

[Originally posted 9/20/06]

Kiss My Sartorial Ass!!

Anyone who knows me well already will know that I am not a fan or follower of the Sartorialist, Scott Schuman.  I used to be a big fan of his but I got really bored with his pictures.  Everyone he photographs begins to look the same eventually. He also moderates and censors the comments in his blog if you disagree with his views and perspectives. He's so damn fake. Good art and photography is natural and not created. I want to see more than art students in black, grays and dark blues with scarves and tight pants.

Anywho, I found this online this morning and it had me cracking up. It was all so true. Especially that cobblestone reference. GET IN!!

The $500,000 Bulletproof Bentley

Sure, you could get yourself an off-the-rack Bentley Continental Flying Spur, but what happens when the s--t goes down? Better perhaps to be prepared with an armored version that can stop an AK-47 dead in its tracks. For about $500,000 you can pick one up in Germany via global online luxury marketplace JamesList. Featuring military-grade B6-level protection, the upgrade makes this super-luxe sedan war zone-ready. With no virtually alteration to the outside appearance and adjustments to handle the extra weight without sacrificing the 552-hp engine's performance, the changes are subtle but effective: ballistic steel in the doors, pillars, overlaps and sides of the vehicle, bulletproof glass, run flat tires, an explosion-proof gas tank, kevlar flooring, and more. Other security options include a self-contained oxygen supply system in case of a poison gas attack and exploding hinge bolts that blast open the doors should a speedy exit become imperative.

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Soft Kitty/ Hyena Class Action Lawsuit Testimonies

OH MY GOD!!! This DUDE had me SCREAMING on my SOFA!! The elderly lady had me suffocating.

He is BRILLIANT!!! And hilarious. Who is he? huh?

A Grim Reaping

Saturday was a busy day for me. I was to see a couple coworkers downtown and have lunch with them. We had scheduled it a couple months ago before I was rehired and the day had finally came for me and the ladies to gag over beers and burgers. One of them lives and works in Milwaukee so she took the Amtrak down to Chicago so this was a rather big deal. We had a great lunch and it was so nice for us all to see each other after several months apart. I have really missed them.

After the lunch I decided to go home and try to knock out a few errands. I have been putting off going to the Laundromat for a few months now to wash my blanketing and comforters. I also had a few bed linens and all of my robes. I typically do this a once or twice a year since it’s a huge hassle. I don’t usually do my own laundry but these items were huge so I needed to go down to the Laundromat myself and wash them in the jumbo machines. My launderers usually do my laundry but blankets and comforters are charged at a rate of $15 and it’s sooo much cheaper for me to do these items myself. I loaded the machines up and left to go back home and then came back to throw them in the dryer before running home again. I time everything so I can be a bit more efficient. It works for me.

After that was done I began putting things away in my linen closet. I then got the urge to clean up my villa. It doesn’t take long but I am glad I decided to. Wool bunnies were all over my hardwood floors from the rug in the living room. I watered the plants on the terrace and rearranged them and it was a great evening.

I was kind of in the mood but it was getting late. I was scheduled to go out that night to the Regal Beagle with the get-along gang. It was close to 9:00 p.m. and I didn’t think I would have enough time to squash-squash but I went ahead and cleaned the poo-na-na up as best as I could. I had oreos the night before so it took some effort. I can’t stand eating the black oreos because they come out black too. It messes up any plans for me getting my cakes baked because I am always nervous about what may or may not be seen on the sheets. It’s the worse feeling. I called of my 6’4 italian and we did the do. I am so glad I did because I was really needing a session after a long week. He’s pretty aggressive and can be a little rough when he gets into it. He was just pounding my cakes and I was feeling quite lovely after we erupted like Mount Pinatubo.

I did my usual routine and jumped up to grab a hot steamy towel and cleaned us both off and put the condom in the towel. After we were done we just laid in the bed with my head on his chest. We indulged in some small talk and basked in the afterglow/afterlife. I love playing with him. He’s almost 250 pounds of man and he has such a nice build. I’d marry him if he asked. I WOULD!!!

Eventually he said he had to run and I let my Italian stallion out. We hugged and kissed and he stomped down the stairs to his truck. I began cleaning up after our playtime and made the bed. I grabbed the rag we used and uncrumpled it to trash the rubber filled with his mozzarella cheese. I picked it out and noticed that it was empty. That was odd. He told me he had busted a huge load….but where was it. I unfolded the clean condom and noticed that the tip was busted WIDE the fuck open. That would explain why it took him a minute to get the condom from me. He was holding it in his hands while rubbing it like he was searching for something. I thought it was because it was dark in the room with only the light of a Dyptique candle shining our murderous event. He knew it had ripped and said nothing.

I began to panic. I wasn’t on my period but I never keep track of my ovulating so I could be wrong. I ran into the bathroom and sat on the birthing device with magic flush feature. I pushed and pushed with each contraction. I could feel the heads coming out. I had to abort my childrens because I was in no position to be able to deal with an unplanned pregnancy. I pushed and pushed until I knew I was ok. In the birthing pool lay all of my date’s jelli-babies. I was so proud. Brenda had a baby!!!