Well fuck me it's snowing and the sky is baby blue, like the iris of a snow leapord- beeeeeaaautiful!! So I'll tell you what's been happening; Social services DEFORMED DIVISION came round the day after I last wrote and plucked me from my caravan (mum was out- they couldn't even WAIT for her to come back and EXPLAIN everything to her) and I get dumped with these lesbians; FUCKING LESBIANS!!! I mean, roll on sweetness! Fucking luck of the draw or what? Don't they fucking know that every teenage boy's fantasy is fucking lesbians? Making them suck my dick while I slap them round the face and whip their arses with a wet towel!! They were CUTE lesbians as well! really TIGHT arses; one of them was a mixed-race girl and she was HOT hot HOT!!!!If they'd known what I was thinking about doing to them they'd have had social services round quicker than they could cum sitting on a rampant rabbit!
You see, what i don't GET about lesbos, is that they SHUN the dick, and then REPLACE the dick with a bit of PLASTIC...???? I mean, is it just me or does that not defy the point of being a lesbo in the first place?? You're still taking cock, albeit plastic strap-on permanently hard cock; so how can you call yourself a lesbian?? You're still humouring yourself with a FALSE IDOL; you're still honouring the gods of the PRICK aren't you??
I mean, maybe half the lesbians in the world are just girls that wish they'd been born with a dick; that's perfectly understandable: if I was a chick, I'd DEFINITELY have penis-envy and penis-envy is a hardcore, fully-fledged and left the nest FACT. F.A.C.T. It's common among most HETEROSEXUAL chicks, nevermind lesbo ones. So, the other half are just heterosexual chicks (seeing as they like to take dick with their afternoon tea and crumpets) who don't get the psychology of men or they're damaged or they're quitters or whatever. ALTHOUGH, I think it is an ACKNOWLEDGED F.A.C.T. that most women have either tried or would like to try some sort of lesbian encounter. Therefore, ALL WOMEN ARE BI-SEXUAL, and so there is no such thing as a LESBIAN. There is only penis envy and cock-lover. SIMPLE. S.I.M.P.L.E. hOW DELICIOUSLY SIMPLE and campbell's soup with croutons. SO,I'm in with the lesbos and everything's going fine; we actually got on WELL if you believe it or not, but obviously I quizzed them about their ORIENTATION, which they were perfectly happy to discuss in an open and thought-provoking atmosphere..... and then I put my theory to them and one of them bursts into tears, right there and then, and so I said sorry, I didn't mean to upset you; I really LIKE you two! I didn't mean to hit a raw button or anything, it's just I was thinking about it and that's the conclusion I came to.. I'm willing to accept that I'm wrong, yes I am... more than willing!
But it was sort of out of control already, and she was really blubbing; it was the more feminine one; floaty skirts and hippy charms and everything like that, and her partner didn't know what to do, she was just drowning in front of me in her own girlfriend's tears! For fuck's sake; when some people's flood gates open they REALLY FUCKING OPEN don't they? O.P.E.N.
So, the lezzers are obviously in some sort of psychosexual crisis or whatever and one of those amI/aren'tI conversations is looking likely on the cards, so I say..I'll go out now for a bit and leave you alone yeah?.. and they're just in the midst of their own little world so I fuck off out of there and get down to the caravan site to see mum and mum's in an absolute state- why, because her latest BEAU has shot her beloved fucking demented roosters; SHOT THEM!! I mean bird flu hasn't even ARRIVED yet but he's one of these IN FOR A PENNY-NIP IT IN THE BUD-BETTER YESTERDAY THAN TOMORROW type of geeks who wants everything S.O.R.T.E.D. ON THE MARCH DOUBLE QUICK DON'T DRINK OR SMOKE OR CUT TO THE QUICK what a diamond prick what a jewel encrusted killer of roosters -MYMUM'S ROOSTERS.
So obviously, I arrive back; and there's dead birds on the washing line, blood dribbling out of their guts and blubbering onto the grass, frothing and chuntering the blood was; like something LIVE it FREAKED me out i was F.R.E.A.K.E.D. So of course I want to know who's done it I don't care WHY just who and where the offending shot gun might be resting at this very minute; that's important too yes it is, and mum's in too many bits to even understand that it's ME YOUR SON IT'S H.A.R.R.Y. M.U.M. I.T'S H.A.R.R.Y
sometimes, but not often I feel like giving up on her, but if I did that I'd be giving up on myself at the same time wouldn't I? She loves booze I love her. She attracts pricks that'll shaft her, I'm a cunt-seeker with a prick that'll shaft 'em.
Anyway back to the story; I shot him in the foot fucking horse that bolts; I got him in his left foot and he goes down like a horse in a Western whinnying and writhing on the floor and now I'm on the run yes on the R.U.N. which is probably why this blogs a bad idea; but whoever heard of a criminal keeping a blog?
ciao for now
Harry