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If you remember the Truffle Shuffle read on
The pork has a slight problem with believing it lives in a fantasy world. Anything from believing the aliens will take it at night, fear of sleeping with T.V.s, or flipping its long curly hair around the hot tub pretending its a mermaid.
It can easily become bored and restless if its not properly baked. Due to fits of true gluttony, its not much of a drinker. The pig doesnt like to puke.
Its often found daydreaming of its Prince Charming
The pig doesnt have a type but boys bearing the instant lemming effect, have a huge advantage. The type that makes it just freeze and want to follow anywhere! Even off the edge of a cliff! Instant attraction striking it as it wonders what the hot new subject could feel like under its belly. You know, something to that effect
More to come later, I keep trying to change this at the worst time!
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It's amazing how hard it is to keep skin on my hands here...
As far as I knew a faggot couldn't give you a fever- unless they were attempting to enact a "free-sex" change.
I have no interest in rolling my lard ass into a plane, let alone play show off to cunts in a trailer park. If I have very few interests, and can't seem to shake dribble that loooves shit- I sure as fuck aint getting a passport for a set up. |
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I'm hella bored this morning;
BUTTERBALL is sick of paintlickers... which I thought I announced that months ago. Whether you jack off to books, wear a cape, or like to lick on resiney substances.
I hate rap- but if it involves a tube of shrink-wrap...mansies I miss it. In the land of- I don't fucking cuddle up to a plaid blankie and hope my relative retrieves me- I have YET to get drunk, have a good time, or overall chill out.~Ugh; shit like this is Y I wouldn't move to Chicago- and that wasn't over a cheap sweater.~
I really knew B4 moving here that heck yes! This is worst than the East! Grandmas and cousins were just disappointed I'd move to such a snood fest. Everybody who's nobody; goes to TX for something. I came for a stupid job; which really, is a "I'm getting away from you fucking morons, leave me alone for a year"- working vacation.
Little did the want to be creepy situation really know; OR DID IT?! My ridiculous amount of what I call because my HUGE mommy got me addicted to Miranda; babysitters.
One of my favy aspect of myself: I DON'T BELIEVE IN CRAZY (unless I get bored with it); if an individual presents themselves to me- especially... if it can't look directly at you- BINGO! BUTT never fear- I have a TON of investments towards the opposite side; lots of structured paragraphs and comforting pills and whatnot... I'm allergic to that nonsense.
I greatly enjoy a ton of hobbies, limited social interaction being my BIGGEST! Now speaking of biggest, on of my favorite page of this coloring book; would be a large long-line of train robbers. Of course this is just funzies old reading and such... they have since up-dated, and of course taken on new sects.
Collections are fun- I don't typically call collect, but only when I dunno what's sitting in my small town horror vehicle. AFTERALL I just wasn't sure if it was one of the 2 that put exactly 17 KI mi on it, but then somehow it was 21 reeeal fast. Huers... then of course the sweaters that may have actually been forced to take it for a spin will feel like it was all them. PFFT arrogance, sheer arrogance, and after all! I hate the feeling of silk on my dry lil hands. Speaking of which- do I gotta cousin for that? Kinda hard to uh, hide that one from me BOYS!
Interesting fact: I haven't really dreampt in like 5-10 yrs! Before I decided to move for sure (as in knowing my ass I'd decide not to half way down there just to be a brat), I had the strangest nightmare. I call it a nightmare due to the fact it was so god damned real, it irritated me! Enough to remember, UGH! So anyway- I was getting off a plane, good gawd I was so nauseous... and somehow in a dry ass horrible place! My skinny ass wrinkley hands were just ghastly! Whatever; I ended up being there to retrieve something at a total standoff. It was hella gay and due to rocks. The child and its hobbies- of course I didn't pay any attention. I was all for execution of large imposterous idiots for the "3-d" attraction of the kids to get cheaper oil. Redo entertainment... anyway the poor thing was wearing BROWN CONTACTS! Over some dry ass crappy habitation and rocks, ugh! No one else would go visit it, but me... oh joy! I forgot most of it, mainly like a horrorous attraction to the weirdest brand of hippy. One of the other funniest facts; she is soo obsessed with her blubbery cousin. Of course I'm smoking a hibiscus cigar, what else would it be?!
A few years ago my interesting older cousin (no this isn't a song)- picked up a weirdo knick knack collector. Yeah, I pissed in their yard online...directly feeding to FL. Hell no that wasn't my dog but it's hilarious. Whatever I pee on everything... you're welcome jerk with faar too many ventures in being bored and sitting at a desk.
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Shit has gotten weird again... my lovelies-
(Strange- Arial Black 10 Bold- is just not legible any longer).... butt this isn't 6th grade, and we ain't lookin to strike a nerve with my favie BB boooy!
I find myself "stricken stranded" in TX; I have had varied severed connections out of the area. In turn- I jumped in my crappy death Acura/ If you remember correctly- every year the terror is handed some sorta "I hate you darling, I hope you die" Present from "my father". I have invested beyond normacy or currency towards ALL things relating to the bozonoid. Haha! Imposters are DEEP! BUT my boys have been so crazy so long; they have no idea how to react being within blocks of me.
I REFUSE to love another "hobby"- and for some reason it's TX atm... Several relations have brought me here. The SPECIFIC few that follow me quite often are at a total stand-off having NO IDEA what to think? None of the communication has been kosher between themselves and their golden oinker. FEAR NOT lovies- despite my lack of actual caring for UR larger game; I HAVE NOT! SUDUED to a farm like situation in TX.
I just figured a simple spin off of- I DONT LIKE BASEBALL, enjoy my daddies- was good enough. Simple lie of a speeding ticket- then on with the month. I thought that was my simple screw you B-day present! I'm not into trading mine |
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My POF profile that seemed to detour the strange meet for sex messages I was receiving:
I consider myself to be some sort of mesh of old school clashing with modern ignorance...either way I suck at operating a smartphone/touch screen.
Whatever happened to common decency? Why is it the words friend and fun have suddenly lost their meaning? It took me over a year to figure out what YOLO meant (HIGHLY disappointed).
I tend to be old fashioned in the sense of a relationship aspect, the 50's household aspect has always sent a twinge of excitement my way. Even when I was younger up late watching the retro futuristic commercials that used to air on Disney... I'm NOT into this current trend of metrosexuality amongst the males surrounding me today. I believe the male should control majority of the household, and live up to the responsibilities that surrounds it.
I'm really into BDSM, I've never read the gray books; I'm talking a good old fashioned raping in the woods, or long-term total control situations. Dangling in that strange raw consciousness for a couple days. I always love the random things that I shout after I've reached the uncontrollable pig phase, anything from whimpering for my mommy, to crying I don't want to die like a j3w. **If I tell you to meet me in the woods this is NOT a provocative for abduction play**
I also love spats of humiliation, anything from devices to just plain verbal. I'm always referring to my gfs about how he made me feel like a sad soul from a Judy Blume book. Or the INSTANT LEMMING EFFECT!- This RARELY hits me, but when it does he's in trouble :@)!
That being said, here's some of the things I'm NOT interested in: Black boys, dead beat dads, wigros, anyone that has tested positive for MRSA at any point, if you're "recovering" from real substances, anyone believing aliens are positive, reptile haters, and extreme liberals. I'm also NOT interested in meeting up for sex, "play" of any sort, or monetary transaction for scenes.
Although, I have been interested in going to munches and events around the area!
On a more vanilla note, I'm constantly struggling to achieve greater aspirations. After my former long-term relationship, which I consider the dark ages of my life... I realized I could have been doing so much more! I went from a life of excitement and being surrounded around ppl I loved, to sitting alone with a brooding drunk. Now that the air has cleared, I'm dying to get out and try new things! I've never been that outdoorsy, so I've been waddling in the woods. The constant feeling of I need to wash my hands hasn't completely left, but it has gotten better. I don't think I could ever be a sh*tin a hole type of camper, I will die without a spray nozzle showerhead! I've also been attempting to fish, being an extreme amateur, I suck! I end up chasing frogs and turtles.
I've also been attempting to relocate, I'm not a fan of IL! Someone wanting to stay here permanently wouldn't be an ideal match. |
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What has happened to the site?! I've been around for approx. 12 years and I can't believe the change in the quality of people on this site! Majority of my activity on here is simply defending myself against trolls and married creepers. Not to mention the vast majority of completely FAKE females trying to befriend me in attempts to steal my pics! I have pondered several times why on Earth would someone want to pretend they're this pig... simple, I'm REAL. I'm also coming to terms with my perfect swine bod. Mostly from looking through profiles and pics, people can hate all they want on my belly, but from the deformed/misshapen blobs I'm seeing... I've really come to appreciate and love my body.
This however, doesn't help my search! It's impossible to find a genuine person! I remember back in the day you could be on here 20 mins and find a slew of ppl somewhat local, that you could actually have a convo with, and even want to hang out with! Nowadays it's really just a flood of skeezers looking to play this out as some sort of experiment/hobby. This is NOT me!
I am NOT a hobbyist, I didn't read those gray books, and I'm not into random flings. I will not just submit to anything showing me attention. This brings up a lot of strife, questioning my submissive nature and so on... I can be honest in the fact that I do NOT feel that every male is above me, for the simple fact that majority of them couldn't even cut it for a vanilla relationship!
In the "real" world I've committed my life to being a civil/public servant. NO I'm not a cop, missionary, or tree hugger. I do find it exhausting running into so many ppl with no aspirations or purpose in life. The biggest disappointment is someone willing to drag on as if they do, only to find out there is simply nothing to them.
That being said, I have been completely immersed with the career aspect, which has made for a disastrous social life! I've been so out of tune with the media and world that kids my age live in today. I couldn't tell you a new band from the past 5 years, and it took me over a year to figure out what the hell this YOLO crap was (massive disappointment). I'm no longer worried about what brand I'm wearing, or how cool I look. I aspire to live within the meaning of life, and to fulfill true happiness...not who I'm wearing as I do it.
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I've been extremely bored lately... new job, new place, bored out of my mind!
I miss the days of excitement, never knowing what was going to come next...
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At the point in my life where I'm just beginning to say fuck it! |
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Why is it that guys with twice the size of my tits walk around shirtless, but I can't? |
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Well it's been pretty boring lately...
I finished school, no current aspects for ANY jobs ANYWHERE! I've been pretty pissed about that.
Currently working a typical jack-off dead end up.
I've lost a few critters recently; Leon the gecko, Sybil the rat, Moe the salamander, Rosco and Paul the toads...
I still have Abigail and Eustace the rats, Murtle the turtle, Clausse the monitor, and the female toads Buffo and Lenore. Hopefully more to come soon! |
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I finally got a chance to go up and see my daddypoo. I haven't gotten laid since new years, so I was dying to get some dinker.
I was told I was going to be punished for my bad grades in school, that I was going to get the canes 32 smacks on my butt. I believed him about the canes but I didn't think it would really be that many or that long.
He tied me to a board he drilled a bunch of holes in and I was completely stuck. I automatically started whining over how tight the rope was it was too tight on the spot that I broke. Daddypoo was nice and fixed it, but then came the first smack of the cane. I wiggled and started crying, "How many was that piggy?" Daddypoo asked... it was like a horror movie... I was really going to get all 32. Crying and begging for him to stop he smacked my butt with the evil stinging stick.
I was wriggling and crying hysterically as he decided to stop for a break. Then I was reminded of why I was getting spanked, my failure at school and being a mouthy pig.
I sat and sobbed as he smoked a cig and got all snooty. As I was crying about the snot another smack went across my cheeks. I began huffing and puffing and screaching begging for him to stop. My butt was completely burning and felt like it might have smacked the skin off my cheeks.
Finally a glorious event happened, the cane broke! Light had broken through the tunnel! I was so close to escaping the stinging...
A few more smacks and screaches later as I was shaking and squirming the second cane busted too. YES! I thought I was free!
...but then he took out the horsey bat thing. The evil stick with a funny loop at the end came crashing down onto my aching butt. I screamed with pain I wanted out so bad. I started to wonder if I was going to die, could I really die from stinging of the butt?
The stinging continued on for several minutes, I tried everything I could to try to escape the situation both physically and mentally... I'd try to think of another place or of doing something else and the stinging would rip me back to reality. I felt like I was going to crack and grew scared I'd be unliked or disowned if I said I really wanted it to stop. Tons of thoughts rushed to my head; what it would be like without my daddypoo and how sad I'd be if I had nothing else to look forward to. Then the thought of my daddypoo with some other bitch sent me off along with the stinging. "I don't care anymore, let me out! Find someone else I can't take it anymore!" I yelped.
"What?" He said, then I didn't hear the rest as I laid there sobbing and sniffling. He untied me and I sat there blubbering like a baby. My butt throbbed, it felt like my heart was beating in my cheeks. I didn't know what to do or say, I was wondering if I just stopped everything. I couldn't tell if he was letting me up or that was IT.
"Is that what you really want?" He asked. I flung myself onto him as he sat in the chair rubbing my wet face into his lap. "Nooo daddypoo I don't want you to find someone else!" Then I tried to explain what I meant but I didn't really say anything right.
He let me sob for a few more minutes, then said I was still getting the 12 that were left. The stinging felt like it went on forever. My butt had big welps and a couple bruises, it felt worse than being sunburnt. I cried and screached and flung myself around the rest of the time, begging for him to stop.
After he was done with my punishment it felt like my butt was still stinging all night long. |
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Only 5 more days until my B-day as if being a year older isn't depressing enough I don't think I'm going to get to see my Daddypoo. I can't really say that it's what's ruining it...I figured it would suck as it usually does. I just really wanted to see him, kinda hoping that i'd actually have fun this year. The fact I never get to see him, and now that school's started I don't get to talk to him as much is really pissing me off.
All I ever really wanted was to be with someone I really like... now I think school's just getting in the way of that. Like I've said before, what's the point of actually making money when you feel like shit all the time?
Sure I've always wanted someone around for sex whenever I needed, or someone to cuddle up and sleep with, or just someone to talk to when I'm lonely...
I didn't think I could ever be so excited over anyone... he's even more exciting than MAYNARD. I never thought I'd meet someone that would actually make me want a somewhat normal life, I actually want to go places and do things now. The lil black cloud that's been stuck over me for a few years seems to finally be gone. Sure it's still boring as fuck in Sunnyland but atleast there's something to look forward to.
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My 1st real spanking was NOT what I expected at all... I actually didn't think I was really going to get it.
It was a while ago when I first met my Daddy Scorpz... he told me a few times I was going to it but I just didn't believe him... I wish I would have... we were in the hotel room and he spanked me with his hand but then he got out his paddles, they were clear and plasticy looking and for some reason didn't look threatening at all. The first one I think was the bigger solid flat one... it send stinging up my cheeks and all over my body. I tried to stay quiet but before I knew it I was whining and begging for him to stop.
I didn't really know what to do, I couldn't hold still I kept wanting to just roll over... I started to try it but didn't get very far at all...
That's when I think he asked me to go and get the spoon out of his bag. Naturally I refused... the thought of stinging wood on my already stinging ass just didn't sound like a good idea (plus I was embarassed) then he warned it would hurt even more if I didn't... ignorantly I still didn't
Comming back with the long wooden spoon I felt like I was going to piss my pants. I tried to stay on my back but was flipped over... before I knew it SMACK... my ass stung so bad I started whining and crying stop pretty loud (I got scared the other ppl would hear). I tried to roll over but failed... I was stuck facedown with my hair taking over all my breathing room... I didn't know what to do next, I was trying not to cry but there seemed to be nothing else I could do. The tears started streaming and I just remember hearing the sound of my butt being smacked. Then all the sudden it stopped... the spoon actually broke on my butt! Thrilled that thing was dead I thought it was over...
After rubbing my butt a few times he picked up the skinnier plastic thing with lil holes in it. I started begging as sincerly as I could, putting up the sad look, and whinging... but it didn't help. Just when I didn't think my butt could get any hotter, WHACK... the thing stinged so hard I couldn't help but cry. Wet tears making my hair stick to my face drove me nuts as he kept spanking my butt with this awful holey thing... my butt now felt like it was sunburnt. After a few more smacks my nose started running and I thew a fit until I was let up and ran to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror while blowing my nose I noticed my butt was so hot and throbbing, it made me cry even more. But he made it a lil better when he came in and gave me huggles... |
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Today was my 2nd "hard day" at school... the classes so far aren't that bad besides the chem, but what i consider hard is sitting in the hot sun at a park all damn day because my classes are 3 hrs apart... then after that I have another hr 1/2 to wait for my last class...which is at 5 and I get out at 7...
The only downside is that I've been up since 5 am, left at 6 30... for a class that starts at 8, it seems I'm doing more running around and trying to find a place to study/ smoke out than I am actually in class...
Yesterday (an "easy" day only 1 class) besides that fact that I'm driving an hr 1/2 to get there, and it's almost always let out early...
but anywhoo I started to think about what I really want, and well is what I'm going to school for what I really want?
I feel so awkward trying to decide right now, everyday I feel as if If I'm growing more attached to what seems to be the most important person in my life at this time... The 2 yrs I'll have to wait seems to be like an eternity to me. So many things can pop up in a couple months, let alone years.
It scares me, I don't want to be so attached to someone that they're the only thing getting me through the day...
but then again I don't want to loose the one thing I really want to a career...
I don't want to suddenly loose that person just because we don't have as much time to talk/see eachother over school, then ending up with this career only to have a steady job but live the rest of my life of loneliness or regret. |
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Today was pretty boring, even though I just woke up! I have absolutely nothing to do and noticed I have nothing in this lil journal thing so I figured, why not?
I'm getting sick of the disgusting looking old men that still feel a need to message me, even after I posted in my profile that I am NOT looking for anyone at this time. But yet I still recieve an annoying amount of messages sent by morons with their piece of shit copy & paste messages.
Most the time I'm staring at the photos sent to me in disbelief...
This site has some of the ugliest creatures I've ever seen, now I know I'm not some bundle of beauty but geeesh half of these creatures look as if they've just crawled out a hole.
Anyhoo I'm getting tired of that subject and think I'll go find some munchies |
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