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When my ex was preggers, I didnt care if it was a boy or girl. I really didnt. He was a girl though and I couldnt be happier. He didnt like sports (like me), he didnt like roughhousing (like me), he wasnt very creative (.....ok 2 out of three aint bad).

I was 38 when I was dating Laura. She had 2 little moogies:

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My shaddow was Damian. To him I was a god. The female human with the attitude was Kira. That was us a Starved Rock (although those rocks looked well fed to me since it took forever to climb them).

It was my first experience doing a parent-type-thing for a girl. We went to parks a lot. Most parks we could walk to. "Damian, wanna go to the park?"


"Ok, get your shoes." And he couldnt get them fast enough.

"Kira, wanna go to the park?"


"Ok, get your sandals"




"Yeah. So we can go to the park."


"You...wanna go to the park?"


"Ok...sandals. Orrrrr.....shoes?"


"You want to go barefoot?"


"Good. Because you cant. There may have been hobos breaking glass out there."


And heeeere came the 'why' questions. Thank goodness my ex came out of the bedroom (after 45 minutes she looked just the same as she did before. Grrr), and screamed "KIRA! GO GET YOUR DAMN SHOES!"

But .....I want to wear my sandals.

.....<---If that is a face, that was mine.

Point being; no matter what age, race, or species, women have their own language that men (spupid as we are) will never understand. I saw it between my dad and my sister. We men just go with the flow. Why else would a grown man let a little shit paint his lips:

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Dear Ms Pinto....

This is what you made me do:


Very pretty girl. Not really my type. Ok maybe if I was still in my early 30s. Just talked to her this morning. Fuck, she's even pretty when she first gets up. LOL

I still fucking hate her retarded vicious dogs. Damn Ceasar to Hell. I'd like to see how far I could kick that thing.


.....meh. First off, I'm a male whore. I knew this years ago. One of my ex's called yesterday and accused me of being racist. Me? That's retarded! I never once said anyth......infact, she was the one that had a problem dating a white guy! WTF In fact, IF I were to think anything racist it would be that black girls are BORING in bed. I never told any of them but it's more true than racist.

I'll be 41 this year. It takes a lot more than just laying there to impress me. And like I said ....I'm a whore.

I'm trying not to be. But shit happens.

Anywho, hope ya'll are doing well.

PS it's my MY blog, so I can say shit fuck ass anal slut titfart cock cockhole. That is all. Thank you.
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Don’t Buy This…

…it will give you the butt hole cancer. O_O
At least that must be the rumor going around. Anyway, I got this finished last week and it’s up for sale. I may have to go with an eBay account by using someone else’s bank account since eBay doesn’t allow transactions to be paid by money order anymore for some reason.

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And They Shall Rule The Morons….

I never NEVER want to hear “I have a pit bull and he’s sooooo gentile”. Fuck you, idiot. I keep hearing this over and over since last Tuesday. Thanks for the birthday wishes, but it became a shitty fucking day when I was repeatedly attacked by a dinosaur with fur. Ripped jeans, ripped flesh, fear, bite, run, bite, screaming, bite….hate.

After the ambulance dropped me off, I laid there in the ER with pain so terrible that I passed out. Then came the shots. One for tetanus and another was an antibiotic. I don’t mind needles, but the burning on top of the ripped flesh? I passed out again.

I was again wakened by a kiss. Laura was there. She was the ONLY one there for me. “Are you OK hun?”

‘No.’ I responded as I started to cry. ‘I told you I hate birthdays’, I said, laughing.

“Cant you ever be serious?”

Yeah, I can. Pit bulls (and most dogs) are dumb ass pieces of shit that should never be owned. Man made dogs are retarded. Don’t believe me? Hmm, how many domesticated dogs do you see in the wild? Humans made them and when they cant control them? They don’t understand why. Know you fucking animal and try to master it. Don’t project human emotions onto a beast.

I cant stand dogs that cant be kicked far away. That doesn’t mean I hate dog owners. Humans take offense if you hate dogs. Why? Because we are an egotistical race. “That’s my baby” I heard tonight. “I prefer big dogs” (that comment came from a chick annnnd I told myself not to make a sex joke).

I’m 5’8” and 160 pounds. That damnation of a creature attacked me…not to eat….to KILL. At least it was me and not a child….


Call me a hateful prick if you want, but tend to my cuts first.
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Z2K Junior

AKA Steven Jr. My ex wife named him. I had the paperwork in my hand and I was filling it out (to name our child) when she said, “HIS NAME WILL BE STEVEN JUNIOR!”
Wait, hun, we decided on a name already. It’s….
Junior? It made me feel like everyone was going to see me as an egotistical assfuck, but one does not argue with a woman giving birth. LOL Originally, his name was to be Tyler. That was the name we decided on. My first choice was Chase. Chase ‘whatever-the-fuck’ Zabel.
I offered her to choose the middle name and she chose 2 of them. Tyler Denten Ray Zabel. Or Chase Denten Ray Zabel. Can you imagine what a pain that would be for him while filling out forms for whatever? lol

Anyway, so Steven Junior it was. After 22 hours of labor, he was born. There was my ex (duh) and her mother, and me; crying like a bitch. ‘Baby’ What, Hun? “You did it.“
You did it Baby. Baby smiled and passed out in my arms.

I got to hold him first. He opened his giant baby blue eyes and I cried again. There were no words to say. Hell, whatever you say is lost on infant ears.

I don’t think I have to tell you parents the way it feels. He was mine. Me and Baby made this beautiful child. My baybay. So beautiful and so mine.

I had my ‘snip’ that same year. Why would I want other kids? I had my beautiful son, my dream wife, and the newest house in the greatest neighborhood.

I miss you every damn day, Steven.
You always were and always will be everything to me.
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