A call to all females... ok, look.. I like boobs. I miss seeing boobies when I was in Vegas.. please? send me a photo of your boobies? (doesn't hurt to ask does it? ;)

Email is in the profile.

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A husband takes his wife to play her first game of golf. Of course, the
wife promptly hacked her first shot right through the window of the
biggest house adjacent to the course. The husband cringed, "I warned you
to be careful! Now we'll have to go up there, find the owner, apologize
and see how much your lousy drive is going to cost us."
So the couple walked up to the house and knocked on the door. A warm
voice said, "Come on in." When they opened the door they saw the damage
that was done: glass was all over the place, and a broken antique bottle
was lying on its side near the broken window. A man reclining on the
couch asked, "Are you the people that broke my window?" "Uh...yeah, sir.
We're sure sorry about that," the husband replied.



"Oh, no apology is necessary. Actually I want to thank you. You see,
I'm a genie, and I've been trapped in that bottle for a thousand years.
Now that you've released me, I'm allowed to grant three wishes. I'll
give you each one wish, but if you don't mind, I'll keep the last one
for myself."
"Wow, that's great!" the husband said. He pondered a moment and blurted
out, "I'd like a million dollars a year for the rest of my life." "No
problem," said the genie. "You've got it, it's the least I can do. And
I'll
guarantee you a long, healthy life!"

"And now you, young lady, what do you want?" the genie asked. "I'd like
to own a gorgeous home complete with servants in every country in the
world," she said. "Consider it done," the genie said. "And your homes
will always be safe from fire, burglary and natural disasters!"



"And now," the couple asked in unison, "what's your wish, genie?"
"Well, since I've been trapped in that bottle and haven't been with a
woman in more than a thousand years, my wish is to sleep with your
wife."



The husband looked at his wife and said, "Gee, honey, you know we both
now have a fortune, and all those houses. What do you think?" She mulled
it over for a few moments and said, "You know, you're right. Considering
our good fortune, I guess I wouldn't mind, but what about you, honey?"
"You know I love you sweetheart," said the husband. "I'd do the same for
you!"



So the genie and the woman went upstairs where they spent the rest of
the afternoon enjoying each other. The genie was insatiable.



After about three hours of non-stop fun, the genie rolled over and
looked directly into her eyes and asked, "How old are you and your
husband?"


"Why, we're both 35," she responded breathlessly.



"Really? Thirty-five years old and both of you still believe in
genies?"

I'm writing to commend you for calling for a $90-million study on the effects of video games on children, and in particular the courageous stand you have taken in recent weeks against the notorious "Grand Theft Auto" series.

I'd like to draw your attention to another game whose nonstop violence and hostility has captured the attention of millions of kids � a game that instills aggressive thoughts in the minds of its players, some of whom have gone on to commit real-world acts of violence and sexual assault after playing.

I'm talking, of course, about high school football.

You know.. I really shouldn't say this.. but couldn't have happened to a nicer mother fucker.

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Things Change...

Well now.. it's been a weird month I must say. Back in the first week of July, I got a wild hair up my ass (Reminber I have a furry wolf ass) and take a vaction somewhere I've never been before. So, first thought was call up a hooker and that got me thinking. VEGAS BABY!


So after some planning, and hopping a plane (and then buying a ticket and getting into the plane)
I end up in Vegas. It was a nice flight, if you exclude the shitty attendants, massive amounts of air turblance and kids yelling and screaming.. Oh yeah.. and the bitch that forced me to turn off my cell phone (like from 'Airplane mode' to 'off) .. Jesus christ.. WHY THE FUCK is there an 'airplane mode' when you can't use it!? Soo I asked my Uncle who just happens to be a flight instructor for the FAA.. "Hey Unc? Why can't I use a Cell phone on an Airplane?".. and I degress.. I'll save that story for another post. ;)

ANYWAY... The ONLY good thing about this flight was the FUCKING HOT red head they sat me next to. You wouldn't believe it.. she had like boobies and stuff. (like 38DD's.. and NATURAL.. hmm baby!) and to top it all off, she and I hit it off from the moment I sat down. So after offically joining the mile high club (although, I've been telling my friends for years I was already in the club) I tell my new friend where I was staying and that I hoped to see her around.

Of course, I was thinking to myself (WHEW! that was close) and headed off to my Hotel. Due to the fact that I'm not rich (Anyone wish to donate to the 'poor Pogowolf fund.. please Email me) I thought that the Golden Nugget would be a good place to stay. Clean, good reviews, close to the old strip.. so the hookers should be cheaper! I really liked the place.. of course after they switched me from a non-smoking room to a smoking room.. (I mean, really. how I was to know that the fire alarms where going to go off?!) Got a good view from the room, and just a few moments walk out the back door to a good view of the strip and fremont street.

At this point I'm thinking to myself, "self?" (because that's what I call myself) "What am I doing to do now? " of course, the thought foats to my mind...

"BOOBS, BEER, and BABES".. Ok, I guess I need to hit the strip.

So, I got a cab and headed to the strip. Figured the Luxor would be a good place to start walk into the casino and you'll NEVER believe who I saw?! the HOT redhead from the plane! SNOOGINS!! She and I start talking, which lead to dinner and then some gamleing and then some drinking. Come to find out that she was 23, and just visting like myself. So we figured that we could hook up and be Vegas buddies for the week or so that we where going to be out there.

There's not much more of this story to tell, after I started in drinking I don't remember much more of the trip.. I can tell you that I woke up out of the haze about two days before I was supposed to go home and that HOT redhead was asleep next to me NEKKID!!!(woot!!!!!!!). So as I am looking around for my cigarettes hoping everything 'worked' up to its potential the night before, I saw this piece of paper telling me that I am now the proud owner of a brand new wife"

WTF?!?

I was a bit upset that I didn't remember the purchase so I called my credit card company and they verified it.. So I guess the Pogowolf got married, even if I don't remember it. I have one thing left to say about it; not only is this woman HOT, she can suck golf ball through a garden hose!! (One of those flat garden hoses btw..hmmmmm) ;)

Marina Bai has sued the U.S. space agency, claiming the Deep Impact probe that punched a crater into the comet Tempel 1 late Sunday "ruins the natural balance of forces in the universe," the newspaper Izvestia reported Tuesday. A Moscow court has postponed hearings on the case until late July, the paper said.
hmmmm.. OK!!! You know there are some freaky people out there, and that's coming from me.. Wow.. *listens to the twlight zone theme*

Well at least he's got a good outlook on life...

OK.. ok.. So let me get this straight.
You want to scare us again with something that happened 4 fucking years ago. 4 YEARS and you STILL haven't caught the guy that did it. WTF, Mr. Bush?

�Suffering is real�, oh hell it is� right now... IN AMERICA you baboon and YOUR the fucking cause! The world hates us, we the people can�t even read the REAL stories of what�s happening over there.

Iraq WAS a mistake. Even if you don't listen to the people that love conspiracy theories you are still left with a cluster fuck of a problem that didn't need to be there in the first place.

Where in the hell is the MoMD's? For what REASON are we in Iraq in the first place? The Iraqi people? Bull shit. If you cared about them you wouldn�t have pushed this war on their land in the first place. Our people? Again, Bull shit... if you cared about the American people Ben Lauden�s head would be on a pike in front of the White house. Stopping world terror? Again, bull shit, even the media has seen the terrorist blowing MORE shit up after 9/11 then before.

So when the FUCK was America made the police of the world? What RIGHT do we have to tell them what people in another country 1/2 a world away can and can't do? And again, you have twisted the �truth� around to show that Iraq was behind 9/11. That�s not what you said a few years ago!!!

Jesus titty fucking Christ, Iraq is going to be this generations Vietnam... And you see how well the people STILL react to THAT war.

When you see this on the way to work you might as well turn around and go back home because it is not going to be a good day...

How about this? In the United States, its legal to grow and smoke a plant that is known to cause cancer and kill you, but its illegal to grow and smoke a plant that can be used to relieve the pain from the cancer caused by the legal plant mentioned above.

Men and women are different in the morning, the men wake up aroused in the morning.
We can't help it. We just wake up and we want you .

The women are thinking, How can he want me the way I look in the morning?

It's because we can't see you. We have no blood anywhere near our optic nerve.

-Gator 6/27/05

Woot!!! Now all I need is a holodeck to make a model of Natalie Portman.. Hmmmm.. Yummy.

*sigh* here we go again. Ok, first off.. why in the fuck would anyone WANT to buy a house now? I mean really.. spend a few grand into your home, and the local goverment just tells you to go outside and play hide and go fuck yourself. Sometimes I really wish we lived back in the times of the Bible so God could smite these stupid bastards.

I HATE moving!!!! but, damn! I like boobies.

OH HELL NO.. WHAT THE FUCK?! Like we don't have enough of our rights taken away because of the stupid fucks in the government. I mean really.. WHAT IN THE HELL would you need to take where I fucking surf? HUH? HUH?! Answer me that you FBI fucktard lap dog. FREE COUNTRY you jask ass. We've already got enough spy ware and you want to fuck my ass while I'm surfing for porn now? FUCK YOU, you son of a one legged whore named Cloie. I'm SO fucking sick of this government bull shit. THEY are the cause of 9/11.. THEY knew we would be at war with Iraq 2 YEARS before we did it.. WHO'S the God Damn Terroists now?! The fucking American government that's who. Hey current leaders of the the US!!! Listen to me.. GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH A 16" RETRACTABLE BATTON!!!! Jesus.. perhaps with a good stiff stick up your ass, you'll be able to push that pea brain of yours into some place that it'll do some good. God, Terry Shivo had more brains then the current leaders of the Government.

A big earthquake with the strength of 8.1 on the Richter scale hits Mexico. Two million Mexicans have died and over a million are injured.

The country is totally ruined and the government doesn't know where to start with asking for help to rebuild. The rest of the world is in shock.

Canada is sending troopers to help the Mexican army control the riots.

Saudi Arabia is sending oil.

Other Latin American countries are sending supplies.

The European community (except France) is sending food and money.

The United States, not to be outdone......




... is sending two million replacement Mexicans.



Wrong.. I know.. but Funny. :p

Hello,

I am a very sick little boy. My mother is typing this for me, because I
can't. She is crying. Don't cry, Mommy! Mommy is always sad, but she
says it's not my fault. I asked her if it was God's fault, but she
didn't answer and only started crying harder, so I don't ask her that
anymore.

The reason she is so sad is that I'm so sick. I was born without a body.
It doesn't hurt, except when I try to breathe. The doctors gave me an
artificial body. It is a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said
that was the best they could do on account of us having no money or
insurance. I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more
money. Mommy doesn't work because she said nobody hires crying people. I
said, "Don't cry, Mommy�, and she hugged my burlap bag. Mommy always
gives me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap and it makes her
sneeze and chafes her real bad.


I hope you will help me. You can help me if you forward this email to
everyone you know. Forward it to people you don't know, too. The doctor
said that for every person you forward this email to, Bill Gates will
team up with AOL and send a nickel to NASA. With that funding, NASA will
collect prayers from school children all over America and have the
astronauts take them up into space so that the angels can hear them
better. Then they will come back to earth and go to the Pope, and he
will take up a collection in church and send all the money to the
doctors. The doctors could help me get better then. Maybe one day I will
be able to play baseball. Right now I can only be third base.


Every time you forward this letter, the astronauts can take another
prayer to the angels and my dream will be closer to coming true. Please
help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body. I don't want my leaves to
rot before I turn 10. If you don't forward this email, that's okay.
Mommy says you're a mean and heartless bastard who doesn't care about a
poor little boy with only a head. She says that if you don't stew in
the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach, she hopes you die a long
slow, horrible death and then burn forever in hell. What kind of cruel
person are you that you can't take five freakin' minutes to forward this
to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame about ignoring
a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy? Please help me. I try to be happy,
but it's hard. I wish I had a kitty. I wish I could hold a kitty. I
wish I could hold a kitty that wouldn't chew on me and try to bury its
shit in the leaves of my burlap body. I wish that very much.