On Tuesday, July 13, 2021 at 12:40:29 AM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > Lets turn this into a game show. Get that Harvey guy to host. Or better yet get Skyving and go full sky.
> I want to root for the Sky to make it but my honesty holds me back. Would he be a good host? I sort of doubt it. It could be good comedy though, Sky appearing as an interviewer, the host with the most, the guy everyone who's anything wants asking them questions. And that's what Sky does - he asks them questions. Then in the middle of their answers he interrupts them with his own versions of their stories, ala Jerry Lewis or Tony Curtis talking about doing a movie with a really great actor, talking about how great the actor was before swinging the story in their own direction - like Curtis saying, "Yes, it was great working with Billy Wilder - a great director, maybe the greatest. He was initially against my idea of using a Cary Grant accent for my part toward the end of the movie, but I kept after him and he finally accepted my suggestion and went with it - and the rest is history!" Leif could do that with his guests. But they'd have to be in on it. I don't think Leif could control them against their will. Let them in on it and make it look real, play Leif up as the greatest standup egotist of all time - that could be his ticket to stardom. And let's not forget it was my idea.

His ticket to stardom is waiting for him at gate 7. All aboard.

> His ticket to stardom is waiting for him at gate 7. All aboard.

I see you've been reading about the billionaire rocket rides to the edges of outer space. The guy paid $250,000 for the ride. It lasted an hour or so. He said it was the coolest thing ever. I don't know, I wasn't there. Most space-hears say the "edge of space" is at least 50 miles above the earth. Others say you have to go higher. I think jets cruise at about 7 miles high, don't they? I assume the view from higher up is more dramatic. But for how long? Maybe it's good that the trip only took an hour. Longer than that and the billionaire might get bored. Same sight every day. Anyway, yes, the world of comedy is competitive like all others with comics moving to new areas where they feel their services are more in demand and there's less competition, for a little while at least. Right now Leif is a big time road comic. He covers a lot of ground. Flies a lot too. But if he lives long enough he could become King of the Comedy Universe, touring and performing on every planet in our solar system.

"What's that you're saying - you're working Zoltar next week? Man, I hear that's a rough spot. Stay alert."

On Tuesday, July 13, 2021 at 3:41:04 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > His ticket to stardom is waiting for him at gate 7. All aboard.
> I see you've been reading about the billionaire rocket rides to the edges of outer space. The guy paid $250,000 for the ride. It lasted an hour or so. He said it was the coolest thing ever. I don't know, I wasn't there. Most space-hears say the "edge of space" is at least 50 miles above the earth. Others say you have to go higher. I think jets cruise at about 7 miles high, don't they? I assume the view from higher up is more dramatic. But for how long? Maybe it's good that the trip only took an hour. Longer than that and the billionaire might get bored. Same sight every day. Anyway, yes, the world of comedy is competitive like all others with comics moving to new areas where they feel their services are more in demand and there's less competition, for a little while at least. Right now Leif is a big time road comic. He covers a lot of ground. Flies a lot too. But if he lives long enough he could become King of the Comedy Universe, touring and performing on every planet in our solar system.
>
> "What's that you're saying - you're working Zoltar next week? Man, I hear that's a rough spot. Stay alert."

Funny how the more dangerous something is the more it costs.

> Funny how the more dangerous something is the more it costs.

I know what you mean but am not sure I agree. Sure, it probably costs to go to the top of Mt. Rushmore - but surely there are other lesser known tall steep spots in that area. Drive to one, get out and walk to the edge. What's the cost in that? Walk to the edge and jump. Ok, don't jump. You don't want suicide, you want dangerous. Go to the edge and see how far over the rim you can place your feet without falling forward. I'm sure you can find danger cheap in lots of places. I'll help if you like.

But I know what you mean. You're talking about the space rides, right? Yes, there have been some accidents so far. Imagine how much it costs to build the crap these billionaires are renting for an hour or so. In all fairness they have to charge a lot because they put a lot into building this stuff. Stuff that scares me by the way. Too much power, too much money, too much time spent just to get one rocket off the ground - and there's talking inner planetary space travel? I don't see it - not without some kind of molecular displacement phenomena motif in place.

On Wednesday, July 14, 2021 at 4:01:53 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > Funny how the more dangerous something is the more it costs.
> I know what you mean but am not sure I agree. Sure, it probably costs to go to the top of Mt. Rushmore - but surely there are other lesser known tall steep spots in that area. Drive to one, get out and walk to the edge. What's the cost in that? Walk to the edge and jump. Ok, don't jump. You don't want suicide, you want dangerous. Go to the edge and see how far over the rim you can place your feet without falling forward. I'm sure you can find danger cheap in lots of places. I'll help if you like.
>
> But I know what you mean. You're talking about the space rides, right? Yes, there have been some accidents so far. Imagine how much it costs to build the crap these billionaires are renting for an hour or so. In all fairness they have to charge a lot because they put a lot into building this stuff.. Stuff that scares me by the way. Too much power, too much money, too much time spent just to get one rocket off the ground - and there's talking inner planetary space travel? I don't see it - not without some kind of molecular displacement phenomena motif in place.

Will you be the first to use a Star Trek teleportation device? Go ahead step in.

> Will you be the first to use a Star Trek teleportation device? Go ahead step in.

As things stand now we're talking about going to places thousands of lightyears away. That's thousands of years traveling at the speed of light. I can't see that happening. But then again what the fuck do I know? You think the Greyhound bus station restrooms were grody, wait till you see the intergalactic way-station restrooms of the future where different perverts from different galaxies hang out and hook up for all kinds of oddball sex.

On 7/15/2021 5:00 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
>
>> Will you be the first to use a Star Trek teleportation device? Go ahead step in.
>
> As things stand now we're talking about going to places thousands of lightyears away. That's thousands of years traveling at the speed of light. I can't see that happening. But then again what the fuck do I know? You think the Greyhound bus station restrooms were grody, wait till you see the intergalactic way-station restrooms of the future where different perverts from different galaxies hang out and hook up for all kinds of oddball sex.
>

Forgive me for entering this thread late but I notice you're discussing
restroom sex hook-ups. People tend to make this sound like a negative
thing, but let me tell you; it can be an enlightening experience. When I
was 13 years old and entered out freshman year at the academy, we took a
trip to Washington D.C. to visit the Holocaust Museum. There were 16 of
us girls and 2 chaperones. Sadly for me, I was grossly obese even back
then and tired easily. While a rabbi was yammering on about this and
that atrocity, I sought refuge in the nearest restroom; just to sit on
the toilet and relax. I sat in an available stall and closed the door. I
looked to my right and to my surprise saw a hole had been cut in the
divider to the stall next to mine. I bent over to take a better look,
putting my eye right up against the hole. No sooner had I done that, I
was poked in the eye by a big black dick. This thing must have been 14"
long and thick as a salami. I don't know what got into me but I started
sucking on that thing like I had been doing it my whole life. I nearly
chocked to death. It took nearly 10 minutes but he finally exploded all
over my face. He pulled his dick back to the other side and slipped a
folded dollar bill into the hole. I took that dollar and still have it
to this day, in a frame hanging on my bedroom wall. I learned a valuable
lesson that day. I just can't figure out what the fuck that lesson was.

> Forgive me for entering this thread late but I notice you're discussing
> restroom sex hook-ups. People tend to make this sound like a negative
> thing, but let me tell you; it can be an enlightening experience. When I
> was 13 years old and entered out freshman year at the academy, we took a
> trip to Washington D.C. to visit the Holocaust Museum. There were 16 of
> us girls and 2 chaperones. Sadly for me, I was grossly obese even back
> then and tired easily. While a rabbi was yammering on about this and
> that atrocity, I sought refuge in the nearest restroom; just to sit on
> the toilet and relax. I sat in an available stall and closed the door. I
> looked to my right and to my surprise saw a hole had been cut in the
> divider to the stall next to mine. I bent over to take a better look,
> putting my eye right up against the hole. No sooner had I done that, I
> was poked in the eye by a big black dick. This thing must have been 14"
> long and thick as a salami. I don't know what got into me but I started
> sucking on that thing like I had been doing it my whole life. I nearly
> chocked to death. It took nearly 10 minutes but he finally exploded all
> over my face. He pulled his dick back to the other side and slipped a
> folded dollar bill into the hole. I took that dollar and still have it
> to this day, in a frame hanging on my bedroom wall. I learned a valuable
> lesson that day. I just can't figure out what the fuck that lesson was.

Never beg forgiveness for entering a thread - rather beg forgiveness for not doing so. At first I thought your story was a phony, then I began to wonder if it might not be true since I too am familiar with such encounters. Then I started to have doubts. Then I jumped back on the "I believe" wagon.. But then when I realized your post was a fake when I got to the part about the Negro slipping a dollar bill through the hole. Negroes never pay, especially after they get what they're after.

As for me I was in my teens at the Port Authority in New York. Same scenario. Public stall. I'm on the throne and checking out the graffiti when I see a small hole in the stall and bend over to get a look at it. And eyeball was right up against it, peering. Earlier that day waiting for the bus to leave I went to a movie theater at Times Square. The place was empty. A buy walked in and walked down the aisle, scanning the seats. He sat next to me. HIs hands were all over me. Slowly at first. I resisted in a passive way. Finally I got up and left. I knew this kind of stuff went on but did not expect to encounter two versions in one day.

On 7/15/2021 11:28 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
>
>> Forgive me for entering this thread late but I notice you're discussing
>> restroom sex hook-ups. People tend to make this sound like a negative
>> thing, but let me tell you; it can be an enlightening experience. When I
>> was 13 years old and entered out freshman year at the academy, we took a
>> trip to Washington D.C. to visit the Holocaust Museum. There were 16 of
>> us girls and 2 chaperones. Sadly for me, I was grossly obese even back
>> then and tired easily. While a rabbi was yammering on about this and
>> that atrocity, I sought refuge in the nearest restroom; just to sit on
>> the toilet and relax. I sat in an available stall and closed the door. I
>> looked to my right and to my surprise saw a hole had been cut in the
>> divider to the stall next to mine. I bent over to take a better look,
>> putting my eye right up against the hole. No sooner had I done that, I
>> was poked in the eye by a big black dick. This thing must have been 14"
>> long and thick as a salami. I don't know what got into me but I started
>> sucking on that thing like I had been doing it my whole life. I nearly
>> chocked to death. It took nearly 10 minutes but he finally exploded all
>> over my face. He pulled his dick back to the other side and slipped a
>> folded dollar bill into the hole. I took that dollar and still have it
>> to this day, in a frame hanging on my bedroom wall. I learned a valuable
>> lesson that day. I just can't figure out what the fuck that lesson was.
>
> Never beg forgiveness for entering a thread - rather beg forgiveness for not doing so. At first I thought your story was a phony, then I began to wonder if it might not be true since I too am familiar with such encounters. Then I started to have doubts. Then I jumped back on the "I believe" wagon. But then when I realized your post was a fake when I got to the part about the Negro slipping a dollar bill through the hole. Negroes never pay, especially after they get what they're after.

There's a good chance that. he was Dominican; those people have no
qualms about engaging in a sex act with a 13 year old girl. They'll tip
after the fact.

>
> As for me I was in my teens at the Port Authority in New York. Same scenario. Public stall. I'm on the throne and checking out the graffiti when I see a small hole in the stall and bend over to get a look at it. And eyeball was right up against it, peering. Earlier that day waiting for the bus to leave I went to a movie theater at Times Square. The place was empty. A buy walked in and walked down the aisle, scanning the seats. He sat next to me. HIs hands were all over me. Slowly at first. I resisted in a passive way. Finally I got up and left. I knew this kind of stuff went on but did not expect to encounter two versions in one day.
>

It's very possible that you met my brother Schlomo, who works as a
bathroom attendant at the Port Authority

> There's a good chance that. he was Dominican; those people have no
> qualms about engaging in a sex act with a 13 year old girl. They'll tip
> after the fact.

> It's very possible that you met my brother Schlomo, who works as a
> bathroom attendant at the Port Authority

There are exceptions to all rules. I was in the service industry for 33 years and everyone knows Negroes don't tip. Now every so often one will come along with an extravagant tip to make up for his less grateful brothers. But even though I worked for tips I never considered them something to be expected. I never complained even to myself when I didn't get a tip. But that's when I knew for sure your story was a fake, when you dragged the Negro/Dominican tip segment into the story.

All I could see were the guys eyes. I accepted it as what it was. I go with the flow. I roll with the punches. I'm sure you have noticed at some point in the past the way I rock and roll. They call me Mr. Acceptance because I put up with a lot of shit and I'm proud of it. You don't believe me? You challenging me? Who the fuck do you think you are? I'll hunt you down and string you up and shave you skinless over a two week period. Don't ever diss me again. Please.

On 7/16/2021 3:54 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
>
>> There's a good chance that. he was Dominican; those people have no
>> qualms about engaging in a sex act with a 13 year old girl. They'll tip
>> after the fact.
>
>> It's very possible that you met my brother Schlomo, who works as a
>> bathroom attendant at the Port Authority
>
>
> There are exceptions to all rules. I was in the service industry for 33 years and everyone knows Negroes don't tip. Now every so often one will come along with an extravagant tip to make up for his less grateful brothers. But even though I worked for tips I never considered them something to be expected. I never complained even to myself when I didn't get a tip. But that's when I knew for sure your story was a fake, when you dragged the Negro/Dominican tip segment into the story.
>
> All I could see were the guys eyes. I accepted it as what it was. I go with the flow. I roll with the punches. I'm sure you have noticed at some point in the past the way I rock and roll. They call me Mr. Acceptance because I put up with a lot of shit and I'm proud of it. You don't believe me? You challenging me? Who the fuck do you think you are? I'll hunt you down and string you up and shave you skinless over a two week period. Don't ever diss me again. Please.
>

How DARE you call me a liar or threaten me with violence!! Do you have
any idea who you're fucking with? I will cut of your dick and shove it
so far up your own ass you'll be whistling 'Dixie'. When I say my nigger
gave me a dollar, I mean my nigger gave me a dollar. End of story!

ps. Have a nice day

> How DARE you call me a liar or threaten me with violence!! Do you have
> any idea who you're fucking with? I will cut of your dick and shove it
> so far up your own ass you'll be whistling 'Dixie'. When I say my nigger
> gave me a dollar, I mean my nigger gave me a dollar. End of story!
>
> ps. Have a nice day

How dare you accuse me of threatening you with violence. What's so violent about tying someone upside down and skinning them to the bone, especially with pleasant music playing in the background. You have convinced me of your truth, that the Nigger did pay you a dollar. You were lucky to get that as really you should have paid him - and you know it. These sex type conversations - assfucking, assaults, Negroes, all kinds of weird stuff, it can be fun, no doubt about it, but it's getting old. I want to go back to the good times. Farts and other foul odors that are not always foul to everybody. Mental illness. Irony. Sex type conversation started getting old quick a long time ago with me. Because I'm old. Real old. Threw out my hip somehow a few days ago. Don't know how it happened but I can hardly move. Finding a painless position to sleep in is a bitch. It goes from the lower down the right thigh to the knee and while some ways of standing produce less pain than others I have not yet found a tpainfree way to lie down or stand. I'm sitting now and it's not so bad - less gravity I guess. Or maybe my brain misreads my sitting position as meaning I'm about to take a shit, which is a pleasant thing, so it doesn't send out pain signals. The brain can be fooled - especially by a fool like me.

You're the only one here Latham. I expected to see a full board and this is what I get? One post only? You need to enter more threads or start new ones, your meager output is unfair. I don't care if your posts stink - as long as they give me an opportunity to respond in some way using my own words and expressing my own thoughts for you and the rest of our mostly anonymous yet loyal readership. This newsgroup may be a passing fancy for you Latham. For it is the world. My world.

On 7/17/2021 5:06 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
> You're the only one here Latham. I expected to see a full board and this is what I get? One post only? You need to enter more threads or start new ones, your meager output is unfair. I don't care if your posts stink - as long as they give me an opportunity to respond in some way using my own words and expressing my own thoughts for you and the rest of our mostly anonymous yet loyal readership. This newsgroup may be a passing fancy for you Latham. For it is the world. My world.
>

I apologize for my lack of participation. I'm not the brightest girl
you'll meet and I'm afraid that means not too much output from me. Being
both fat and stupid is not the best way to go through life. What about
Bozo? I was expecting a great deal more from him when I first joined
your group a few weeks back. If anything, it seems he's posting less and
less. Is it my breath? Or maybe it's my feminine hygiene? I know odor
doesn't travel through a computer but very perceptive people can tell.
What does my cunt smell like to you? Be honest, I can take it.

On Saturday, July 17, 2021 at 6:00:58 PM UTC-4, Judith Latham wrote:
> On 7/17/2021 5:06 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
> > You're the only one here Latham. I expected to see a full board and this is what I get? One post only? You need to enter more threads or start new ones, your meager output is unfair. I don't care if your posts stink - as long as they give me an opportunity to respond in some way using my own words and expressing my own thoughts for you and the rest of our mostly anonymous yet loyal readership. This newsgroup may be a passing fancy for you Latham. For it is the world. My world.
> >
> I apologize for my lack of participation. I'm not the brightest girl
> you'll meet and I'm afraid that means not too much output from me. Being
> both fat and stupid is not the best way to go through life. What about
> Bozo? I was expecting a great deal more from him when I first joined
> your group a few weeks back. If anything, it seems he's posting less and
> less. Is it my breath? Or maybe it's my feminine hygiene? I know odor
> doesn't travel through a computer but very perceptive people can tell.
> What does my cunt smell like to you? Be honest, I can take it.

Bozo smells like a filthy cunt. Don't all clowns?

On 7/17/2021 10:38 PM, OllieNorthie@aol.com wrote:
> On Saturday, July 17, 2021 at 6:00:58 PM UTC-4, Judith Latham wrote:
>> On 7/17/2021 5:06 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
>>> You're the only one here Latham. I expected to see a full board and this is what I get? One post only? You need to enter more threads or start new ones, your meager output is unfair. I don't care if your posts stink - as long as they give me an opportunity to respond in some way using my own words and expressing my own thoughts for you and the rest of our mostly anonymous yet loyal readership. This newsgroup may be a passing fancy for you Latham. For it is the world. My world.
>>>
>> I apologize for my lack of participation. I'm not the brightest girl
>> you'll meet and I'm afraid that means not too much output from me. Being
>> both fat and stupid is not the best way to go through life. What about
>> Bozo? I was expecting a great deal more from him when I first joined
>> your group a few weeks back. If anything, it seems he's posting less and
>> less. Is it my breath? Or maybe it's my feminine hygiene? I know odor
>> doesn't travel through a computer but very perceptive people can tell.
>> What does my cunt smell like to you? Be honest, I can take it.
>
>
> Bozo smells like a filthy cunt. Don't all clowns?

I never had the privilege, or perhaps misfortune, of getting a good
whiff of Bozo. Our date was a computer, face-time date. He wasn't
anything like his profile said he'd be. He did have that appearance of
stinking like a dirty cunt. I mean a real nasty smelling one. Now I'm
not so sure if the Bozo I dated on face-time is the real Bozo. The one
who posts here won't say.

>

"I know odor doesn't travel through a computer but very perceptive people can tell.
> What does my cunt smell like to you? Be honest, I can take it.

For highly sensitive nose people such as myself odor travels through everything. One of the rarest and most prized reeks of all is the sickly sooth variety that comes from a foul odor (is there really such a thing?), passing over something sweet. Like for example, remember those variety lifesaver packs that came in multiple colors? Well, just rip off the very ends and leave the paper on the sides to hold the sugar bullet together - then gently insert it as far up your ass as possible. Any fart coming through will have no choice but to go through the candy bullet, picking up some sickly sweet along the way. Brutal odor. I know, I've tried it.

I can smell you cunt from here but I'm not sure if it's a cunt. It's just a deep odor of some kind - some kind of ultra deep funk - could be coming from between the folds of your sagging skin. Mini smegma I guess you might call it. Depending on how the weight settle on the body the smell of a person's cunt or cock might not be accessible without special equipment - deep sea diver hoses and the like. Aqua lung stuff. But the best reeks do not come raw. Like a fart. Sure, it would be interesting to smell one before it comes out of the asshole - and using special equipment I have already done so - but believe me, fart odors are not nearly as hypnotic and attention grabbing as they are after they have passed out into the air - our air, the air of our earth - without which true birth is not possible.

You expected more from Bozo - LOL

> I never had the privilege, or perhaps misfortune, of getting a good
> whiff of Bozo. Our date was a computer, face-time date. He wasn't
> anything like his profile said he'd be. He did have that appearance of
> stinking like a dirty cunt. I mean a real nasty smelling one. Now I'm
> not so sure if the Bozo I dated on face-time is the real Bozo. The one
> who posts here won't say.

Computer facetime date - lol. That's like a step down from porno isn't it? I myself am a smell man. I love all odors, even the so called bad ones. There are some I may not rush to embrace, but I will never run from a fart.. I hate when people do that. What a phony show that is, everybody getting up and leaving the room because someone farted. That would be a funny headline/story - about a group of maybe 20 people who got up to leave a party because of a fart and then got shot to death by a random lunatic passing by outside.

The Cause and Affect - Of Stink!