Julio 10, 2002
Monster

Monster wanted some blank space to bitch. Here you go Monster.

I'll write a question in case you need one to get you started. If not, disregard the following:

Q: What's better? Getting High or Falling Asleep? (Please answer in essay format, citing examples. )

Posted by King at Julio 10, 2002 01:57 AM
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Well the age old question of getting high or falling asleep. One we do out of necessity, the other an illegal substance punishable by a jail sentence if you are not careful. Most people engage in both activities on a daily basis. Which is better? Well that depends on who you are talking to about said substances.

I enjoy getting high as much as I enjoy falling asleep. I mean for Christ's sake I get high just to fall asleep for starters. The two definitely go hand in hand for the end result of sleep. Getting high has played a big part in my life ever since university, which by the way seems a shit long time ago. I have been falling asleep since the beginning of my meagre existence on this planet. Getting high is brain candy to me. It makes me smile on the inside which in turn causes me to smile on the outside, thus fooling people into thinking that I am a happy-go-lucky type of person. It does make me a titch creative in my time of need. I see things differently when I am high (sometimes). People are easier to deal with when you are high partly because nothing seems to phase me as much as it would if I was of a sober state of mind. You here what you want to hear and the rest just floats away. It is much easier to fade away when you are high. For example when a friend is telling you a story of this really really hot chick he took out on a date last weekend, it is rather easy to slip away for a few minutes and sing a song, organize your week, or just plain think about nothing. And for this, I thank marijuana.

Getting high also brings about a state of relaxation, both mentally and physically. Marijuana plays a minor yet significant role in the world of medicine. Patients suffering from cancer, Aids, migraines, seizures, and arthritis use marijuana on a daily basis for pain relief. Some argue that it does a better job than morphine which most end up getting highly addicted to after a short period of time. Marijuana makes people laugh. They laugh at the stupidest things or the funniest things which by the way people is a damn good thing. Laughing itself is pretty healthy. Not enough people in this world laugh at regular intervals. Smoke a joint, that will change everything. I dare you to get high and see if you can keep a straight face for a duration of time. Please keep in mind that I am not pushing for people to start smoking pot. Everyone has their own bag, and this I respect. This is only my experiences with getting high, I am sure others react differently to said drugs.

The whole illegal aspect of marijuana is also appealing to me. The process of making the call to said "dealer", arranging a meeting place, a time, and a quantity, all in code, is certainly a fucking sexy thing. Not because I am necessarily paranoid, but paranoia usually plays a certain tone in the voice of the dealer. Smoking marijuana is thrilling in the sense that you are doing something illegal. All those road trips where the passenger breaks out the bag, roles the dube, and lights it while cruising well over the speed limit on any given highway has a hard-on quality about it. We almost want to get caught by the authorities. Smoking dubes in public is also a great thing. We do it out of sheer laziness, but we also do it to see if we can. We attempt to stick it to the man anyway we can.

This brings us to falling asleep. I quite enjoy sleeping. Some of my favourite moments in life have been spent in bed nursing a dangerous hangover lingering on that fine line of consciousness and unconsciousness. This seems to be the only time when I can actually feel myself fading away. Most times falling asleep with me is not something I am aware of, merely something that happens. I can fall asleep at any time during the day or night. Sitting up, or lying down I can sleep. I am fortunate that way I guess, probably because I am never really fully rested and the body takes advantage of the quiet times. I just hope that when it is my time to leave this life, I will pass away in my sleep first and foremost, but hopefully there will be a fatty to be had before I exit stage left.

Posted by: Monster on Julio 15, 2002 09:36 AM .

Cheers Monster. I'm all for smoking a fatty with you on your death bed.

Why do you think weed makes so many people paranoid?

Posted by: king on Julio 15, 2002 01:01 PM .

People are quite paranoid in general. They sure as hell dont need drugs to make them paranoid. I guess the whole illegal aspect freaks people out. There are definitely different reactions to person A high and person B high. Some people get the "Oh my good Christ everyone is staring at me" response to marijuana, which is a state of paranoia, and if truth be known pretty god-damn annoying. The others just take it for what it is I guess.

Posted by: Monster on Julio 15, 2002 01:26 PM .

Yeah, it's weird. I used to get really paranoid when I smoked weed. But I think I had a lot of anxieties in general. The more I understood what those were -- and I learned a lot about them by smoking weed -- the less they affected me. I know a lot of people would have just stopped smoking weed. But fuck, I was in first year university. There was no way that was going to happen.

But I think some of the best insights I've ever had came to me on the edge of paranoia. It's like a filter on your brain is ripped open. I'd often have too many thoughts at once, which would make me very afraid. My heart would start beating very fast, and the more I thought about it, the faster it would thump. Then I would assume that I was going to have a heart attack or something.

I think I was thinking too much in general. I still do, but at least I'm aware of it now. If I had a dollar for every useless thought I had in a day, I would, quite literally, be rich. Thinking too much is like being in another world. I think it's important to analyze, but it's also important to exist, and to react and to present in whatever is happening, whenever you are experiencing it. Weed helps me with that now.

Posted by: king on Julio 15, 2002 03:07 PM .

What happens when you guys quit? Are your sleeping patterns altered? Do your dreams seem different? Since First Year University, what's the longest period of time you've been without?

Posted by: on Julio 17, 2002 10:42 AM .

I don't know what the longest I've been without weed has been. I didn't smoke much until third, and especially fourth year. In fourth year my neighbour and I used to get high together. He used to come over in the mornings for breakfast. One time he showed up at 9:30 a.m. with eggs, bacon, and a 'breakfast bong' filled with orange juice. I don't know if that says something or not, but it was pretty retarded.

I can remember one time when I stopped smoking weed I felt really groggy for exactly two weeks. Then, very much all of the sudden, I felt that my whole body was energized, and I felt strong, happy and positive. Not that I felt negative when I was smoking weed either. I just remember that feeling, and I connected it with two weeks without smoking.

I've always stayed up extremely late, and I don't think pot changed my sleeping habits at all. They're fucked, with or without it. I don't have insomnia, I just like to stay up late.

Monster is one of those fucked up people that can work a ninety hour week, smoke weed in the meagre down time that he has, sleep two hours a night and muscle through it like it's nothing -- even revel in it.

Posted by: king on Julio 17, 2002 11:16 AM .

kudos to monster.

i have exactly the same thing-- after two weeks of feeling groggy and full of yawns I'm suddenly energized and focused. But it does effect my sleeping. I don't sleep well for those two weeks, and all my dreams feel like they're about three hours long.

I'm going to have to try this orange juice idea out. Though I could never do it in the morning. Smoking pot in the morning is just terrible.

I prefer getting high to falling asleep. They're ideal in conjunction. Unless we're talking about falling back asleep, after having been rudely awakened. Falling back asleep, knowing it will be effortless, and knowing a good sleep in lies ahead-- that's the takes the cake.

Posted by: on Julio 18, 2002 12:32 AM .

or rather, "that takes the cake".

I'm going to sleep.

Posted by: on Julio 18, 2002 12:33 AM .

Kudos to monster.

I have the same thing: I feel focused and energized after exactly two weeks of not smoking. In the interim I get groggy because I don't sleep and when I do every dream I have feels five hours long.

I'm going to try out orange juice, though I couldnt ever use a bong in the morning.

Getting high is hands down better than falling asleep. Unless you're talking about falling *back* asleep, after having been unjustly woken up. When that happens, and you can tell it'll be effortless to pick up where you left off, and you know you have a nice sleep-in ahead of you-- that takes the cake.

Do you ever think pot is a demotivational device?

Posted by: on Julio 18, 2002 12:58 AM .

It's getting to be fucking late. I was just reading this thread and I wanted to ask a question. Then I posted, and realized the end of my post was all fucked up. Then I corrected my post and went to go to sleep... then it occured to me I forgot to even ask the question I meant to, so I woke up my computer and found that *both my posts were missing*. I thought: perfect, this time I'll get the wording right and remember to ask the question. Then my first two posts appeared with my third one.

Man, what an ordeal for nothing.

Posted by: on Julio 18, 2002 01:13 AM .

Ah fuck.

Yeah, I understood what you meant at the end of your first post. Filion and I were talking about the *Fall Back* Asleep scenario the other day. I even like it when I get up, dressed and out the door before I realise it.

When I was unemployed I used to drive Filion to work for 8:30 in the morning, then drink an XL regular coffee from Tim Horton's and fall back asleep, half-sitting on the couch. Getting high beats that though.

Demotivated from what?

Posted by: king on Julio 18, 2002 05:12 AM .

maybe i was more ambitious before i ever knew what pot was. but then i was also a lot younger too.

Posted by: on Julio 18, 2002 10:11 AM .

Damn dirty hippies!

Posted by: D on Julio 18, 2002 10:23 AM .

You used to be a dirty hippie D. But now you're...a clean techie?

Posted by: king on Julio 18, 2002 12:39 PM .

Don't point your dirty finger at me, hippie. I'm not your "techie," hippie. I'm a self-styled posthuman powerhouse. I lift weights, make TV, eat clowns like you for breakfast, hippie.

I don't need your "pot-smoke." I get high on my own sense of self-worth.

Posted by: D on Julio 18, 2002 02:02 PM .

and critch.

Posted by: on Julio 18, 2002 03:07 PM .

As long as you're getting high it's all good brother. Mmmmm, I'm hungry for a patchouli oil sandwich all of the sudden. Gotta go!

Posted by: king on Julio 18, 2002 03:23 PM .

As long as you're getting high it's all good brother. Mmmmm, I'm hungry for a patchouli oil sandwich all of the sudden. Gotta go!

Posted by: king on Julio 18, 2002 03:23 PM .

Quite funny, King. I should be going for one of those myself right about now.

Or should I blog about the feeling of having blogged the same blog with only slightly different phrasing half an hour apart, with an accompanying explanation ringing another quarter hour later, on a complete strangers weblog?

Posted by: on Julio 18, 2002 06:38 PM .

Its just you write so well, and clearly enjoy pot, so I wondered if you didnt ever think youd be more prolific if you stayed in that state you enter after two weeks of refraining. But Im not meaning to like bring you and the Monster down.

Posted by: on Julio 18, 2002 06:40 PM .

Honest!

Posted by: on Julio 18, 2002 06:41 PM .

Not at all man. Um...yes, I might be more prolific. Unquestionably, sure, maybe. But I don't see that happening anytime soon ????????=
how the fuck do you do that symbol anyway?

Posted by: king on Julio 19, 2002 01:29 AM .

'Alt' + '152' works (on windows) and 'option-u' + 'y' worked on D's office computer. I haven't figured out what works on Mac OS 9.1.

Posted by: on Julio 19, 2002 09:28 AM .

Yes another evening has set upon me. Fuck did I sleep today away. It was awesome. Its Wednesday night in the big city. Not so big when you are in the basement apartment. I havent talked to any of my friends for days!!!1 (except for D and King last night). That to me is eerie. Such a big city everbody doing there own thing. I am out of tune with society right now. I dont know who is coming or going. I dont even know if its a good thing or a bad thing. I mean I have no responsibilities right now, nobody to answer to and damn it thats good. But bad, as I become a recluse, huddled in my bunker, my eyes bugged from this fucking screen. Wierd, for when I go out be it merely for a cap at my local Starfags I dont socialize much, just observe. I might run into some person/aquaintence but when that happens I find myself pretending to be in a hurry, pretending like I gotta be somewhere now and just brush them off or shuffle them on their way. Always lock the door when entering your bunker because you just never know when that person will be coming by.

Posted by: Monster on Julio 24, 2002 06:17 PM .

Monster you cunt! how come you are not updating this. Its your own fucking forum! Fuck You Monster! Fuck You Monster! Fuck You Monster!

Posted by: Louis on Agosto 2, 2002 07:58 AM .

Perhaps you should just sit right down and jerk off for a while Louis. I will be back on when I am damn near good and ready.

Posted by: Monster on Agosto 5, 2002 05:47 PM .

Hi there its me again sweetie. Ive been jerking off for 5 days now cause you told me to. Where are you monster? I cant keep jerking off in internet cafes waiting for a new posting from you. You're starting to scare me now monster and Im gonna start crying.
Monster, if you were gay would you rather be blown by a big man or a little man. Like I mean, would you rather a large obese man or a little half person. Cause Ill be whatever you want sailor. Just give me the word and Ill chop my legs off to be your little man. Or, Ill start eating kentucky fried chicken right away. Maybe, those amato sandwiches you like so much with extra mayo. Thatll make me a fatty for you.
Answer me monster, the cafe owner is looking at me funny again.

Posted by: Louis on Agosto 10, 2002 11:29 AM .

You are the most endearing man Louis. You are full of romance, passion, intelligence, wit, Karma, my god the list goes on and on. If I was gay Louis I think I would want you as a little man. I think you would be a great litlle man. I mean I would personally like to cut off both your legs and your arms. You know sort of make you somewhat of a human hand grenade. Just so I could call you my own. You would be mighty easy to please. I promise I would carry you around everywhere I went. The pleasure of feeding you copius amounts of cigarettes, beer and marijuana would be so fulfilling. I know deep down that you are a drinker Louis. I sort of get the feeling that I have been hammered on several different occasions with you all over our great country. But thats just me. I would call you Little Man. I would get really drunk right beside you and I would be able to use you for sexual pleasure and as a means of anger management. I mean you have no arms, you have no way of defending yourself. You have no legs, no way of running away. It would be lovely.... so so lovely. Sweets We could make it so good together. Some nights I would beat the shit out of you, you know after a hard day at work or perhaps getting cut off at a bar when I feel like another drink, that type of thing. The other nights you could make Sweet Music with my meat stick. A perfect world that would be Louis. You are truly amazing Louis. There should be more men like you around. They are just so damn hard to find these days. Ohh Little Man write to me soon ok. Put that cock of yours back in your shorts and give it a rest. There is something about the name Louis that makes this fantasy!! I hope to God you arn't Italian Louis. PS. Do you know an Ian Brock?

Posted by: Monster on Agosto 10, 2002 03:54 PM .

Well, I had to leave the internet cafe because the owner called the police. I thought of using my pink, shag lovecuffs to fasten myself to the computer but I changed my mind due to the diahrea.
O.K. Ill be your little love grenade. But why would you want to beat me up monster. All I want to do is pleasure you with my mouth and bum bum. I guess you could kick me in the back if you like and yes we would make sweet and sour music. The music of me screaming: "MONSTER, OOHHH, MONSTER, TOUCH MY FANNY, TOUCH MY FANNY YOU BIG BAD MONSTER!"
Can I call you Mr. Monster? I like to be polite with people who chop off my arms and legs.
Are you going to look after my wounds you big stud? Im gonna need some special Mr. Monster attention while Im bleeding to death on your bed.
Could you rub a few raw chicken breasts on my face after Ive healed. You could put the stringy white fatty parts up my nose while you punch the living shit out of me.
No, Im not italian, and how dare you say that. You know that italian tanks only have one gear right? Reverse. And I like to go foreward monster, full throttle, with you monster, only with you, you god of passion and seduction. If only you were here with me now I wouldnt have to be staring through this restaurant window at this indian bus boy with 9 lemons up my ass. Are you a colored person monster?
OK I have to go now. And no, I dont know an Ian Brock but I sure would like to with a name like that. Its so close to cock that I might pass out. Brock, brock, brock in my ass.

Posted by: Louis on Agosto 10, 2002 10:55 PM .

Oh Louis, you are my dream come true. You better be true to your word sweety. I am already planning our first night together Louis. It will go something as follows. We will get together at your place for our initial meeting. I will then proceed to tie you up to your bed, both hands and legs. Then we shall get to know one another with some idle chit chat. You will watch me drink three botlles of red wine, smoke a few fatties and then the games shall begin. I will then proceed to cut off your arms and legs the whole time giggling like a little schoolgirl getting felt up by her father at Sunday Mass. You will experience pain like no other, but Louis you will prove to me that you are man enough for this task right? Little Man has to be a real man if he will be pleasuring me right? Once I have your legs and arms in a garbage bag I will take you out into the backyard. I will plop you up against a wall and you will watch me bury your arms and legs in the backyard. The fresh air will be good for you Little Man. We will then go back inside and I will tend to your wounds Little Man. Once you are bundled up to my satisfaction we shall go on our first date. Where would you like to go Little Man? I just want to go to the nearest bar have a few drinks and relax personally. You will provide me with much comic relief Little Man. I guess all your earthly possessions will become mine, since you wont be needing them anymore. Your only tasks in this world will be shitting, pissing, eating, smoking, drinking, loving, and sleeping. All of which you will need me. I can't wait for this to begin. If you are good Little Man I will introduce you to Ian Brock. He is a gentleman that will be looking after you in the event that we get into a spat or if I am busy or something. Am I black? No I am not black Louis. I am a very white male. I burn thinking about the sun. Write soon hun.

Posted by: Monster on Agosto 11, 2002 10:53 AM .

All this mannish flirting is making me dizzy.

Posted by: D on Agosto 11, 2002 05:21 PM .

OH GOODY GOODY. I cant wait until my arms and legs are buried in the musky smelling dirt of your backyard. Just one thing though. Bury each limb separately and after each one is in the ground, I want you to club me over the head with the shovel twice. Then you can wrap me up in a nice cotton blanket like a little baby. We can go buy you a bike with a nice big basket in the front. Put me in the basket monster and we can ride around the neighborhood. Ill be E.T. and you can be that gay little boy who is saving me from the nasty G-men. (I wonder if that means gay men). Where was I? Oh yes suger. We'd ride around the neighborhood and Id yell IM IN LOVE AND IM MONSTER'S, SO KEEP YOUR FUCKIN HANDS OFF ME, IM ENGAGED TO MOOOONNNNSSSSTTTTER!
Its going to be great sugar, and I cant wait. Are you sure you're not black, Id love it if you were. You'd be my big black shovel weilding sex monster. Im hitting myself over the head with a frying pan now. OWWY, my knee hurts, silly pan missed my head. Hit me in the knee when we first meet o.k. Im gonna go now and put my penis in a juicer. Im dying of anticipation monny, can I call you that?

Posted by: on Agosto 13, 2002 04:07 AM .

OH GOODY GOODY. I cant wait until my arms and legs are buried in the musky smelling dirt of your backyard. Just one thing though. Bury each limb separately and after each one is in the ground, I want you to club me over the head with the shovel twice. Then you can wrap me up in a nice cotton blanket like a little baby. We can go buy you a bike with a nice big basket in the front. Put me in the basket monster and we can ride around the neighborhood. Ill be E.T. and you can be that gay little boy who is saving me from the nasty G-men. (I wonder if that means gay men). Where was I? Oh yes suger. We'd ride around the neighborhood and Id yell IM IN LOVE AND IM MONSTER'S, SO KEEP YOUR FUCKIN HANDS OFF ME, IM ENGAGED TO MOOOONNNNSSSSTTTTER!
Its going to be great sugar, and I cant wait. Are you sure you're not black, Id love it if you were. You'd be my big black shovel weilding sex monster. Im hitting myself over the head with a frying pan now. OWWY, my knee hurts, silly pan missed my head. Hit me in the knee when we first meet o.k. Im gonna go now and put my penis in a juicer. Im dying of anticipation monny, can I call you that?

Posted by: on Agosto 13, 2002 04:08 AM .

Jesus Christ.

Posted by: king on Agosto 13, 2002 01:48 PM .

You can never complain that your blog is un-interesting any more King, tons of fine entertainment and drama going on over here.

Posted by: Sassy on Agosto 13, 2002 02:10 PM .

Whats the matter Louis, to shy to put your name to your messages anymore? I am sensing something here. Maybe this was not meant to be. Are you tired of me already and want to run now that you still have legs? Be honest with me, straight up!! I am not a black man Louis, I am sorry to disappoint your fantasies. But I can whistle the American National anthem through my ass. Hows that for a crowd teaser? Bet you couldnt do that with a belly full of scotchies could you Louis? I think this might very well be our first spat!!! I am not happy with the way things are progressing here Louis. I thought we shared a plan together and now you have gone and done it. It hurts Louis. I was looking forward to our first meeting but now to be frank I am fucking scared. Scared of you Louis. I have a feeling about you. I heard about one of you guys once. It was chilling. I cant really tallk about it here Louis, perhaps in person, we can resolve some things and move forward with the master plan. Oh Louis, you hunk o hunk of burning toxins. I want to roll you up, dip you in honey, and smoke you on the way to clean the bells in the church tower.

Posted by: Monster on Agosto 13, 2002 10:07 PM .

Heya King, what the fuck does Jesus Christ have to do with anything here?

Posted by: Monster on Agosto 13, 2002 10:09 PM .

What the fuck do you think shithead? Re-read what the fuck you guys are writing about.

Jesus Christ is a fucking swearword.

Posted by: king on Agosto 13, 2002 11:05 PM .

Oh Monny, Im sorry I forgot to put my name down last time, I was just so excited that I received a reply from you. I was so nervous monny, please forgive me and dont be angry with me. I dont think I can take it. But it was kind of nice to hear you talk nasty wasty to me you angry silly. Maybe you can yell at me when you are dipping me in honey. Just make sure the honey is realy hot honey, honey bunny.
Im a little upset that you are not black though. Are you extremely white then monny mon mon. I hope so, cause I like all the extremes.
Do you really clean church bells sweetie. Are you a church bell cleaner by trade? If so, I want you to tape me to the inside of the biggest bell in your church and ring them all day long. Or, you could tie whats left of my body to a big stick and whack me against the bells. BONG, BONG, BONG. Then I can be armless, legless, and deaf. Oh fun fun. Can you dress like a monk when Im being tortured monky monny?? Pretty please.
Please say that we can still meet. I dont think I could FUCKING TAKE IT IF WE DONT! WHOLLY FUCK IM ANGRY! Sorry. I miss you monny, it feels like we've been dating each other forever and I love you. Marry me monster, be my wusband.

Posted by: Louis on Agosto 14, 2002 12:11 AM .

Well, thats it. I can't handle rejection very well and will vacate this site. Im sorry that it didnt work out between us monster. I will forever remember your kind words and tender emotions. They say, "it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all", but I disagree. Ill miss you, and please know that you will remain in my heart forever. All my love, Louis Rathstillian M.D.

Posted by: Louis on Agosto 15, 2002 10:14 PM .

Sorry to see you go there Louis.

Posted by: king on Agosto 16, 2002 03:56 PM .

No you are not king you bastard! I hope your canker still hurts, you jerk!

Posted by: Louis on Agosto 16, 2002 11:57 PM .

Ohh Louis, crying again because you do not get your way. What a little nipple you are. you remind me of a mother's raw nipple after a few sessions with a brand spanking new baby. Pink, raw, and tweaked. I cant believe you would give up on our love so easily. They say that true love can stand the test of time. Whats up Louis? It seems rather clear that you were merely after me for my Adonis-like body, not for my emotions or my intelligence. This makes me quite sad!!! It made me quite excitied to read that you were a doctor. What kind of Doctor are you Louis? What do you specialize in Louis? Where do you practice your profession? Do you have a great deal of hot staff working under you? Do you live in a massive bungalow somewhere. Are you into kiddie-porn? These are things I am dying to find out about you? Ian Brock was quite disappointed that this ended before it ever began. He was looking forward to getting to know you Litlle Man. I am saddened to hear that you feel this way. I hope your ventures lead you to true love somewhere Louis. If you reconsider you know where to find me. Bye Louis, you have changed my life forever and for this I say fuck you.

Posted by: Monster on Agosto 18, 2002 11:20 AM .

OK Im back, I cant resist the way you cuss me so. I find it extremely tittilating and yes, my nipples are raw. How did you know. What I do to get them this way is a little complex, so Ill explain. I rub honey on them (burning hot boiling billie bee honey), then I put flaky fish food on the honey and drape my nipples into my goldfish tank and let them feed away. Its so wonderful, you should try monny.
Yes, I am a doctor but Im not going to tell you what kind yet, its got to be surprise.
Yes, I do live in a bungalow, how did you guess you big Monster. I guess you have a big monster brain to match your big monster member.
Im not into kiddie porn, just really old men and women (mid 80's to early 100's) dressed like 1980's glam rockers in crotchless pantyhose. Do you remember the band Nelson? I have a picture of this old married couple from Wyoming who have dressed up like the two Nelson brothers engaging in bizarre sexual acts with possums. Its really erotic and sometimes makes me faint.
ta ta my pinkish hued lover, Louis Rathstillian

Posted by: Louis on Agosto 18, 2002 11:09 PM .

Monny, such an affectionate nick for me. And what pray tell you fag made you think of that one? Interesting imagination you have as well. I t frightens me sometimes to think about what really goes on inside that head of yours. But keep it up Louis, your almost there sunshine. As clear as the sky after a US military covert bombing mission you my friend have the marbles in the bag. Are these fainting spells anything we should be concerned about? Ian Brock says that might be in direct relation to high blood pressure, or perhaps balding? Louis is there something you are not telling me? Write soon hun. K? Byeeee

Posted by: Monster on Agosto 20, 2002 09:37 AM .

Monny, you big jelly beenie you. What are you talking about when you say U.S. covert bombing operations. I dont understand what that has to do with me being in love with you, you silly goosie woosie. Ill drop a big love bomb on you, is that what you mean? It will be like an anal Hiroshima explosion, you lucky silly.
The fainting thing is nothing to concern yourself with as long as Im not driving you somewhere. Dont worry your pretty little head about it you tender little sugar plum fairy. Ill have my driver take us anywhere you want, O.K.EEEE???
I have to go, Ill write back tomorrow and then Ill set a meeting for us. I cant wait!! First my legs and then my arms or arms first. OHHHH, Im soooo excited. I love you. Ive never said that to anyone before you know monny.
I wanted to say it to one old boyfriend of mine in the entertainment industry, but he died first.
Ill be seeing you soon. Is it O.K. if Im really big? Some men dont like the fact that Im six and a half feet tall. Is that O.k.? I hope so, Id hate it if you didnt like big men. Im not sure what Id do, but it would probably be really, really baddy waddy. Ok then monny muffin, talk to you soon.

Posted by: Louis on Agosto 20, 2002 09:57 AM .

Fuck you are funny Louis. You definitely make me laugh. Sorry to hear about the death. When did he die? How did he die? Dont you just hate when you wanted to say something to someone but couldnt for whatever reason. God I hate that. That has happened to me a great number of times now that I think about it. They say its never to late to make a wrong right but thats a bunch of bullshit all to itself. I mean I understand it and all but it is never really very practical I find. Whatever, we are only here once, things happen for reasons I guess. Louis dont distract me like that. I am merely rambling right now. Waiting for a friend to come over so that I can have my daily injection of sweet sweet alcohol. Yes thats right, these summer nights are becoming fewer and fewer, might as well take advantage of the patios eh Louis, with or without you for the time being.

I wonder if perhaps you are tipping back the wobbly pops as we speak Louis? You are a drinker, you live and breath booze my friend. Other than my cock being in your ass that will be our closest connection. Keep well for now Louis

Posted by: Monster on Agosto 21, 2002 08:50 PM .

Hi monny, god damn, I just came back from a medical conference in Seattle with my wife. What a pain in the ass. I must say that Im in bad mood. The conference was a complete waste of time but we have to complete x amout of time a year updating our knowledge etc etc. Plus my wife is an absolute cow and she wouldnt let me get to the computer and talk to monny monn monn. She's gonna have to go!
Well, you were waiting for your friend to go drinking huh? Well, Im not sure I like the sound of that. You know what happens to little white boys when the drink too much. They let people do whatever they want to them. I hope your friend didnt take advantage of you too much. Wait, who am I kidding. As soon as your boyfriend came in you were probably this white flash flying accross the room on your knees trying to get that cock in your mouth. Pole sinker you. Are your knees all ruggy wuggy burned? I hope you didnt hurt him monster. Did you take any pictures for your uncle Louis sweetie? Maybe you could post them for me to see.
Mt friend in the entertainment industry died from an accident at work. One of those big lights they use fell on his head while they were setting up for a shot. I was so upset. But, he did have his eye on some fucking asshole cameraman so Im not too upset. Someone was punishing him I think.
No, Im not a drinker monny, although I can tell you are. You probably like to drink beer as much as possible, but when you get really drunk I bet you go to the hardstuff. Am I right, boozy woozy, booze monster? Me, I only drink champagne on special occasions and the odd time I like a little nose candy during viscious sex. When I was a young man in my forties I had a few beers but they always made me look like a straight man. Thats why I like my champagne. It makes me feel like a french woman. Be my french man monny and stick a big hot baguette in my mouth and spread stinky cheese on my hairy ass.

Posted by: Louis on Agosto 24, 2002 10:56 PM .

Hi monny, god damn, I just came back from a medical conference in Seattle with my wife. What a pain in the ass. I must say that Im in bad mood. The conference was a complete waste of time but we have to complete x amout of time a year updating our knowledge etc etc. Plus my wife is an absolute cow and she wouldnt let me get to the computer and talk to monny monn monn. She's gonna have to go!
Well, you were waiting for your friend to go drinking huh? Well, Im not sure I like the sound of that. You know what happens to little white boys when the drink too much. They let people do whatever they want to them. I hope your friend didnt take advantage of you too much. Wait, who am I kidding. As soon as your boyfriend came in you were probably this white flash flying accross the room on your knees trying to get that cock in your mouth. Pole sinker you. Are your knees all ruggy wuggy burned? I hope you didnt hurt him monster. Did you take any pictures for your uncle Louis sweetie? Maybe you could post them for me to see.
Mt friend in the entertainment industry died from an accident at work. One of those big lights they use fell on his head while they were setting up for a shot. I was so upset. But, he did have his eye on some fucking asshole cameraman so Im not too upset. Someone was punishing him I think.
No, Im not a drinker monny, although I can tell you are. You probably like to drink beer as much as possible, but when you get really drunk I bet you go to the hardstuff. Am I right, boozy woozy, booze monster? Me, I only drink champagne on special occasions and the odd time I like a little nose candy during viscious sex. When I was a young man in my forties I had a few beers but they always made me look like a straight man. Thats why I like my champagne. It makes me feel like a french woman. Be my french man monny and stick a big hot baguette in my mouth and spread stinky cheese on my hairy ass.

Posted by: on Agosto 24, 2002 10:57 PM .

Jesus Christ, not once but twice.... Louis are you sure you dont induulge in the sauce once in a while? If not, introduce me to those drugs you take when you get yourself out of bed in the morning.

Posted by: Monster on Agosto 26, 2002 04:02 PM .
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