Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Poison Upstream

My next door neighboor decided to empty vials of poison into her end of the stream. It has migrated down to my end and I have become bloody inside my mouth. I am aware that it will be ok.

It got dark last night but there was light within the darkness that I am hoping is comprehensible. The hairbrushes are a welcome addition, always, even if they contain bucking babies. So today, I am bringing a bag of hairbrushes to work. I will offer to all of the nearby ladies that they may brush my natty long hair, deeply in need of brushing. I can tell by their eyes that they have been wanting to brush my tresses for months. Today is your day, ladies! Then, as a double use for the colorful brushes, I will use the back sides of them to smash and slap the ladie's back sides. Their truly squishy behind the scenes notions. I will coax them to remove their pantaloons and make welts on them. And if it doesn't work, then I will instead contemplate this heady scenario for many minutes, culminating, most probably, in a furtive trip to the men's room, if you receive my meaning.

Please forgive these wanton ways. I am new to the earth, in spite of having been here for so long.

Yours Truly,

MM

28 comments:

Anonymous said...

I wish I worked with you and could be a lucky lady who would brush your hair. I am sure it is somewhat nice hair. Do you wash it?

Anonymous said...

Is your hair thick and unruly? Do you overbrush? How about a coloring, say purple perhaps? That goes nicely with leather.

Anonymous said...

Hey everyone! I was away at a oral gratification seminar in Portland. I was the head speaker, if you know what I mean.

Mountain Man said...

Hello Peepers. Thank you for your protective offers PD. I have missed you. Dressa, sadly I do not wear leather. Only denim and hemp fibers. I am very eco.

Anonymous said...

Preston. Are you fine? Please contact me at once. I am in need of orality and diapering.

Mountain Man said...

I am pretty much ok except for my mouth. It continues to drip brackish blood out the side. Otherwise I am healthy. Ready for biting.

Anonymous said...

I like to wear leather. Purple is not such a good idea with it though. I like black and white. Maybe some blue here and there. I shave every other day. I am sexy.

Anonymous said...

Mountain Man,
Your musty fens have hidden this neighbor too long. Prune and sheer and plant anew. Rid yourself of excess; play the farmer in a community theater....for practice. Wear gingham and a leather collar.

By the way, your bloodied mouth entices.

Anonymous said...

I have a tuber penis, remember me?

Anonymous said...

put your penis in a tub, i will wash it with pure joy, then soap, then water, then comb and part it's hair..he will shine again i tell you!

Anonymous said...

That will not make the lumps go away...would it?

Mountain Man said...

PD, you must arrange to have yourself dunked in a well. You will feel renewed. The muck will do you good. There is an excellent well-dunker I know of, I can give you his number and he will come dunk you post-haste.

Anonymous said...

It is not really a well, but if your into being dunked, we will just pretend it's not a toilet.

Anonymous said...

I need to be spanked today. A hairbrush will work nicely.

Anonymous said...

no, the lumps will sparkly and smooth over insertion. most pleasing!

Anonymous said...

ohhh ohh Krix! i spank! I have a wiffle ball batt and a waffle iron, i can lube your ass up with syrup, it makes th esting so sweet

Anonymous said...

maybe it is what I am after.

Mountain Man said...

dear cranky,

what happened next? i am not sure i know the rest. did you drink too much alky-hol? did you fornicate with a hooker? did you play puzzles by yourself?

you seem not as cranky as i would imagine, given your name.

love,

mm

Anonymous said...

does cranky want a spanky?

Anonymous said...

i'll spank you on the fat chair MM...for free!

Anonymous said...

Cranky,
Looks like you and I have much in common. Why did you have to go to the police though? It seems you were a willing participant in the fun times. You wouldn't press charges would you?
Remembering the old days mellows me out as well, but I keep looking for more. NYC is not what they said it would be. I mean, everybody talks a good game about the gangbangs and all, but seems like ancient history. Where's the fun?

Anonymous said...

i agree

Anonymous said...

Hi Bill,
How the colon?
Haven't seen you or Susie since the operation. Everything okay? Plumbing still working?

Anonymous said...

I have a scary looking wart on my testicle. I think I should have someone look at it.

Anonymous said...

I rather like being slapped in the face. You sound like fun stuff, Cranky. Do you Scrunge?

Anonymous said...

Cranky, I remember you. Aren't you the gutteral one with the pimples on your bum and the frizzy hair? I liked you. You were nice to me, we played knick knack together. I am less sorrowful than I used to be, I have accepted my fate as a smaller man, but still, I am more sorrowful than most. I miss you.

Mountain Man said...

Drats, I am being harried and befuddled again. I am excited about the tards though. This is keeping my spirits up. I love the tards. Thank Goodness for them.

Anonymous said...

Do you have any stuff for me?