It's not cool to fool with the Golden Rule in a crowd that don't play fair.
Greetings from Chapel Hill! I decided to work from home today, but one must eat, right? Right, so I stopped by the joint next door to Ben and Jerry's. OMG, intrepid hunters, that's White Chris's girl standing on the corner of E. Franklin and Columbia, selling her ass while he pulls time in Polk County. Same place Ric Flair did time but I digress. Okay, this is the thing. White Chris (he calls himself that) had this girl. Tall and athletic AA chick with a Coca-Cola shape. Nice tits with a heavy duty booty. Has a stuck-up attitude, though. Somehow, the local DDS accused him of abusing their child. There were allegations that he threw the child across a room and in to the wall causing neurological disorders. Got convicted like 1 2 3. So why is his girlfriend selling that oochie-wally? Cause she's a freak like that! Last I heard from White Chris he was involved in a lawsuit against the prison claiming mistreatment, etc. The local alternative press gave him some exposure but the lawsuit was thrown out of court. Then flat line. So, think about it, you young bucks trying to be tough. While you're locked up and picking up the soap in the shower, your Ride Or Die chick is working at the Bendix Company. That's all for now.
I see you, Sgiii!
And good night, FiFi wherever you are.
Mr Geo goes to the School of dentistry
Had a routine exam and saw 2 black chicks in the parking garage who IMHO were not typical SW's. One shouted and waved at me from inside her car after I drove by for about the millionth time. I was hoping that the girl with the short shorts and sports bra WAS a SW, but she just kept talking to someone. Eventually I passed by when she wasn't in the car. I stopped and rolled down my window and said, "Hello?" She goes, "Oh, I thought you were this friend of mine. " So I drove away. Then I had a thought, so I drove around a few more times until she came up to the car again and I said "Can I be your friend, too?" She hopped in the car and demonstrated pretty good mouth and hand skills a few blocks away. So though I picked her up off the street she's not quite a SW. At least that's what I think. Maybe she'd like a few more friends. I'll ask her if the phone number she gave me actually works. Name's Ranita, I think that's how you spell it.
That's what friends are for.
[QUOTE=MrGeo;3916090]" Totally drained me; ordered pizza with her and bounced" Famous last words, LOL Guys: I just got a text from Cassandra the campus freak. 'I just wanted to know if you're okay'. As previously posted having drained balls can actually happen. I'm not 21 anymore, unlike the rest of you guys! Though I recently got off twice within 20 minutes so I'm not totally helpless.[/QUOTE]Mr. G, you are certainly always entitled to a break! You're out there pounding the pavement (and other things that start with "p") in order to provide the rest of us with solid and entertaining scoops! I'm always happy to help a brother out, so if you need me to step in with your Pizza Date and help her wipe those tears away from her crying whoo-haa, I'm happy to help during your recovery.
Peace!
Holloway Street on a Friday afternoon
As a Holloway Street virgin, I left work early Friday (around 3:30) to check it out. Only to find that Holloway was empty of any prospects. Instead, there was a fairly heavy police presence the parking lot on Guthrie alone filled with five squad cars. In desperation, I drove as far as Quality Bath House (where I learned that it is $60 to get in the door, another $60 expected by the girl plus tips). Circling back to the 'zone' I spotted a fit looking WSW walking my direction as I passed Alma St. The rear-view mirror showed that she noticed my turning on Park, and as I came round the block up Alma, she walked up and let herself in. Now I had meant to just check out the scene, and realized I didn't have any protection nor had I scoped out any 'safe places' to stop. But 'Laura' introduced herself, smiled with a set of brown-edged teeth, and when I asked, was able to suggest a place. We ending up on the gravel road behind the Woodlawn Cemetery (Felix St). After a LE check, she tells me she "was on the way to buy condoms" when I picked her up so I settle for an OK BJ for a Jackson. It got the job done, despite an interruption at about the worst time as an elderly bicyclist wandered by. I returned Laura to the Big Apple store. As I left, I couldn't help but notice what appears to be several BSWs at the Curiosity Shop and walking down Holloway now that it was after five sigh.
However, I left satisfied, yet eager to return do this again hopefully with fewer novice mistakes: bring protection; scope out the prospect before unlocking the door so that I can politely turn down one that is rather flat-chested; and most of all, discover some 'safe' places to complete the transaction (anyone willing to share their suggestions?
Thanks to the group for all the pointers already posted. They were instrumental in my giving this a try.
Dudley Do-Right continued.
Aka: Boy Blue; dem boys; the po-lease; LEO; uncLE; John Slaughter, etc. Not to be confused with 'the rich-lease'LOL but I digress. I once got rousted while sitting in my car in a place I thought a chick would show up. It was a place where SW's hang out. They asked me what I was doing there & I gave them some bull-shit story. That discussion just kept getting worse & more antagonistic until finally, I just stopped talking. I ended up with no bad consequences only b / c I hadn't done anything illegal & there was nothing illegal in the car. When they ordered me out of the car, the cop grabbed the door I opened & went into searching everything. Go to Wiki on the vehicle search, too. So, personally I never even got that far to be arrested. No ticket, no impounding of my car, they didn't even check my I. D. I just got told to stay away from there. Which I did. Maybe it's the same logic as arresting drug dealers & not drug users. Typically 99% of the time, they want the source of the problem, not the person who is using. Or, look at it from LEO's view. Unlike drug dealers & gangbangers, girls don't shoot back. But, that doesn't make sense if they're trying to impress the locals & the public. I'd think they'd" want" to be able to claim prostitution-related arrests. Unless, they simply don't have the resources to properly charge & try everybody. I'm done with this crap. Nor do mongers, typically, got to love how they "serve and protect" As it is I'm lucky that, for whatever reason, they stopped me before I did anything illegal & sent me on my way. At least, I think it was before. So many things are illegal now, who knows?
Still working on Chapel Hill / Carrboro
[QUOTE=MrGeo;3918750]Shout out to my nephew, JMonger. Homie, we go back like car seats. RU still over there by The Crossings? This is your favorite SW's favorite john, Mr Geo. IMHO, sir, you are certified and bonofide. Now, let's talk location. There are so many in the D esp. Around the rail-road tracks and the basketball court / baseball diamond park before you cross the bridge. I, personally, like the view from either the tracks--it's peripheral--or the corner where the used office chairs are sold. That way, there are no sneak attacks and your vision is not blocked. You did nothing wrong, dude. Enjoy the fruits of your labor! Now, this is the thing. I have a friend who is a "chili pimp"in the area. Pm me if you want to sample his offerings.[/QUOTE]Thanks for the shout-out, and yes, I still go by the Commons almost daily. I frequently wander not only back behind the Kangaroo Express there and up Jones Ferry, but I've also become quite familiar with the roads behind Sid's, on up to Caldwell, back down Columbia to Rosemary, and over to check out the parking lots around the Food Mart across from Breadmen's. Sadly, with no success. Not sure if it is the time of day (I rarely get out at night), but I never see anyone who looks back at me or shows interest as I drive by. But I'm hoping to head out again soon to try and put an end to that sorry record.
Just my luck, they had a car wash going in the parking area behind the used chair 'shop'. When checking out the Basketball / Baseball Spots, I got to ask, do you leave your car? For that matter, what are people's favorite ways of dealing with the cramped conditions of today's vehicles? A BJ worked ok, though I wished the steering wheel was somewhere else. But I'm not as flexible as I was when I enthusiastically lost my virginity on the passenger seat of a '79 Honda Civic. Has this become an outdoor sport now where I should be looking for a hidden copse of trees or expect to lean someone back on the hood of my car?
The Rise & Fall Of the House of Mitchell
Greetings from Chapel Hill! And a 21 Gun Salute to my nephew: ya'll know him as JMonger! Remember that scene in 'The Untouchables' where Sean Connery tells Kevin Costner: 'They bring a knife? You bring a gun! They send one of ours to the hospital; we send one of theirs to the morgue! That's the"STOP--Chapel Hill way. Yeah, I think you were a bit hasty in your last post vis-a-vis CH, but you can never be too careful, Just. In other news, the former inhabitants of the abandoned building on Mitchell Lane are now the walking dead. Saw the infamous Donna with all her belongings in a Target bag in front of The Insomniac Cookie. Began to cry and announced she had been diagnosed recently with some form of mouth cancer. Left her just in time to see the semi-bald Black guy running like he stole something but, with the fall of the house of Mitchell he has been reduced to begging for spare change or providing non sequiters for the amusement of collegians. Saw Rosa, too. She was looking thick and waved, giving me the look but she's a cock-tease at best and a rip-off artist at worst with her constant upselling as has been noted. But holy fuck! They always look better sucking your dick but everyone of those women except one (Candy) was too fugly to be anywhere near my junk. That maybe part of why I prefer the BSW's. They age better. Like Joyce in Durham! Those white women look a hundred years old for the most part. IMHO virtually all WSW's have phara problems. The BSW's are usually just poor. I'm just saying.
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Or is out of service. OK, moving on went for a stroll on Rosemary Street and saw nothing but total trash Observed Theresa. She's a bike path vet, shop-lifter (we call them 'boosters) extradonaire' and will make your junk disappear down her throat. Pregnant, trembling and sweating bullets in the noon-day sun while LEO woman conducts a pat-down at the and. Graham cul-de-sac. Dudley Do-Right and his uncLE Sam have actually done a decent job at shutting it down. Combine that with the ease of offering services online & the zone is dead. Ladies that were $20 SW's are $200 an hour providers on certain sites. Of course, they use pictures that are 10 years old. And that there are goons (saw one in Durham, near the church) who attack, rob, rape and beat the shit out of them doesn't help. New kittens get scared away by them, cops and so-called pimps. Chatham County, CHPD and the SBI have been very aggressive with the ladies which leaves us mongers with the old-timers who are actually turning to slinging rocks, pills, and heroin rather than strolling--like C. Miller. Take a stroll around Mitchell Lane and you see guys dealing out in the open, fighting out in the open w / LEO ignoring them & harassing the ladies. Sykes Street and Gomains Avenue Sunday there was a guy on a 4-wheeler surrounded by a crowd & holding up traffic doing donuts & burn outs, cops didn't bother them. They were too busy harassing Mary and her friend w / the deformed back. They call him "Head and Shoulders" in the D lmfao Shouts to Sgiii, three times as always. You know what time it is! And JMonger. Drop your cock and grab your socks, nephew! Help is on the way!!
Dudley Do-Right ad. Infinitium.
Greetings from Chapel Hill and let's get right to it. How do you recognize unmarked LEO cars? (1) Big spotlight on driver's side window. (2) mp license plates which stands for municipal police department, and (3) Honestly unmarked LEO cars can be any vehicle. Recently saw a Nissan soccer- Mom Minivan flash it's lights in Durham.
More from Wiki on the vehicle search:
" If police reasonably suspect the driver or any of the occupants may be dangerous and the vehicle may contain a weapon to which an occupant may gain access, police may perform a protective search of the passenger compartment. Without a warrant, probable cause or the driver's consent, police may not search the vehicle, but under the" plainview" doctrine may seize and use as evidence weapons or contraband that are visible from outside the vehicle. ".
The reference to the passenger compartment says to me that any hobbyist related things or contraband not immediately needed should be kept in the trunk. Hope this helps.
Mr Geo Returns to the UNC-School of Dentistry
Sup All; bullet-proof love and special shouts to the Big Homie, Sgiii! We have to see a man about a dog. Speaking of dogs, take Ranita (please), she of inquiring mind and Jerky-girl HJ sent me a smiley face emoij. Now I'm off all week including Labor Day wknd. I could sit at home and rub one out via [URL]pornhub.com[/URL]. Instead decided to seek out this reluctant duck sicker (think about it). Shortstop said she was down for. 60. Back at my spot she asked for the money upfront and I gave her. 60 and said if she treats me well I will tip well. She gets down & started to BBBJ my Charles Dickens. Nice & slow & deep just like before. I told her to climb on & I bounced her for a few. Pussy a little loose but she works it well. Started whininng about her legs so I told her to BBBJ me again & take it all down. She starts to work & I blow hard as she swallows every drop. Dropped her an extra. 30 & dropped her off near Oak Village. I had deleted her number since she refunded me at the School of Dentistry. And Vivian her daughter wants to fuck me. Peace in the middle east.
How to recognize unmarked LEO
Intrepid hunters, this is no joke! The big spotlight on the driver side is something I had not thought of or understood. Until conducting surveillance in Durham gave me the opportunity. As far as the mp license plates, I wouldn't bet on it. UC's can have no spotlights, a regular license plate & be of any brand vehicle. What I've noticed with those vehicles is that they do have the red and blue lights tucked at the top of the front and rear windows & depending on the vehicle, there would be a small 6" tint at the top of the window to hide the lights. Also if they're conducting a watch operation, the unmarks would park on the main street or side street & radio in a suspicious vehicle for a marked vehicle to roll-in on.
Regarding providing posts & other stats.
Thanks.
And I'm not sure how I'm supposed to recognize Dudley Do-Right sitting in a dark car. My night vision sucks. I guess anyone sitting in a car with the lights out is suspect in those zones. Thank you.
White Midget Chick in Morrisville
[QUOTE=LifeCoach252;3890573]I agree last night this am was hit in miss. Picked up this super cute BSW off biggs that I been eyeing for a minute. Light brown skin Short curly hair and spandex that fit so well. Don't see her out often and usually when I do it's traffic galore. When I did and no traffic behind me I hit reverse quickly. Took her and parked behind my house. No bad odors smelled like baby powder. Wanted weed bad. BJ doggy load on her ass=35. Had a super skinny WSW black hair attemp to flag me down on umstead. Passed. Went to chapel hill / carboro it was dead. Ended up in raleigh and picked up the tatted WSW near new bern, parked at Waffle House, placed a order and went back outside and enjoyed a BJ = 25. She knows what she is doing. She was about to go BBBJ but I opted for a hat. She smelled like smoke strong. Cool convo. I think she has been discussed and even posted on the Raleigh board. Ended back up in durham at a private residence on piedmont from black chick I found online like 5 am. She f*cked me so good like the world was coming to a end. She was wet her twat really did sound like Mac and cheese = 50. Her kids was sleep in the 2nd room had to tip toe to her room. I plan on setting a record today. Got a 10 am appointment coming up and been in touch with the midget white chick in morrisville. Will see her later. I like to stroll, but also I play online game in between strolls and certain dating apps such as Tagged. (you have to weed out the Bullshit. Mostly black chicks. Some familiar backpage faces, inbetweens, and beggers.).
Random: how the hell do every SW phone either just got turned off, lost or will be turned on next week. Like WTF.[/QUOTE]"Later"?
I think we passed "later" a long time ago. It's beyond that point now. Stay safe everybody!
James Bond vs. Gidget the midget
So I was rewatching Casino Royale today. The first thing you can't miss about JB is that he is insanely capable. Whether it's hand-to-hand combat, sailing, speaking 8 languages, driving (kind of), parkour, holding his breath, hacking a computer, Texas Hold'them, and, yes, fucking, the underlaying message is that guys should be good at stuff. That's not how the real world works though. Granted practicing JB's skill set would take a lot of unsexy time (can you imagine JB practicing parkour or how boring that is?) But JB is society's masculine ideal just like your favorite SW's favorite john and you could never achieve James Bond's prowess without lots of practice just like your favorite SW's favorite john. Whatever he (is a lot of guys see themselves when he says his iconic line; "The name is Geo. Mister Geo. " But seriously folks, let's all remember the wise & often, forgotten words of Confucius:
"Crowded elevator.
Smell different.
To midget".
So, yeah JB would probably fuck the snot out of Gidget the midget. Did anyone see the pics provided by the Big Homie, Sgiii? Rheindeer booty on one gal on all fours! If one picture is worth a thousand words That's the one, but I digress. Wasn't Gidget doing hard rock at one point for real? Or was that Mya? Which one has the neat gap between her teeth? And is that Sara Jay washing some lucky guy's bologna at the top of the page?
Joyce has disappeared like a puff of smoke
Greetings from Chapel Hill! Men, I haven't seen or heard from her in about 3 months, no idea what happened to Joyce. I went by her friend's house but it looked like they have moved. I called her old cell number 3 weeks ago now, but the number belongs to some nimrod. I know where her house is, yet I'm hesitant to roll over there & ask her brother what happened to his big booty sister because I need a BJ. Hopefully, she got locked up & is putting some weight back on. But my point is people know what goes on, they don't make that big a deal. You know, you can ask about Joyce, but just don't be overly thirsty about it* lights a left-handed cigarette, you know, the kind without a filter*.
The last thing I need is speed.
[QUOTE=MrGeo;3930273]Mr Geo here; you, there. It's been a quiet week for me, although today I took a meeting in Durham concerning testicular cancer. As the meeting ended I was delighted to get a text from the snowbunny affiliated with Cassandra, the campus freak (see posts #534 & 551). Since I already had someone today, I was surprised that my Charles Dickens started twitching again when I read her message: "I need to fuck. " Guys, I just realized I never detailed Amanda & where I met her. Just driving around and as any monger knows freakazoids have a look to them. She had on a sleeveless white blouse and black stretch pants with sneakers walking the diminitive Hershey, the wonder dog. 38 c's with long nipples; about a 6 in the face; maybe 5'6" about 130. A pill head probably Adderoll or something to keep her up for studying. Attends the UNC School of Medicine majoring in Genetic Biology. Shortie is always extremely playful and today was no different. Jumped me then threw me down on the bed wherein I started licking and sucking those titays. Then: "Stand up so I can suck it. " Very nice Billy Joel song. And she did not rush. Seems to like it Absolutely loves missionary to the exclusion of all other positions. Amanda came at least 4 times; very nice tight pussy in which I dumped an army while gazing into her gorgeous, glazed eyes. Her wonder dog, Hershey, has a new friend, a 6 week old chocolate Pit Bull dog, Kaos. Don't ever, ever, ever neglect that tight-ass campus pussy, do you understand?[/QUOTE]Yeah, I said that. "A pill head." Distinguished gentlemen, speed has tripped the light fantastic in America for more than 85 years. From Ritalan to Adderall to the twice-methylated 'Breaking Bad' stuff, speed seduces over-bright students like Amanda & scurvy garage-dwellers. Like I was telling my Big Homie, Sgiii, the history of amphetamines as a drug of subjugation--it was used to compel obedience and order in soldiers, dieters and unruly kids--haunts it. OK, in 1933, 46 years after Lazar' Edeleanu, a Romanian chemist, synthesized amphetamine-a mix of mirror-image molecules, levoamphetemine and dextroamphetemine-Smith, Kline & French picked it up and sold it as Benzedrine. Then it was shipped out to war, literally. Months after Pearl Harbor, the drug was weaponized. Military commanders greatly feared another humiliating epidemic of "shell shock" like the one that had crippled the Allied armies of World War I. To keep soldiers looking on the bright side of war, armies begin provisioning the men with amphetamines. Psychiatrists on the battlefield rechristened 'shell shock' as "operational fatigue" and soldiers were relived to hear they had a physical aliment, treatable by Benzedrine. Dudes, even combat itself was charged with speed. Speedfreak servicemen of the 1940's made for gung-ho, wild-eyed fighters as the drug supplied them with fool's courage. They hurled themselves into battle where they might have held back by less thrilling but more adaptive human traits: anxiety, prudence, conscience. Commanders like what they saw & kept their men dosed. When the soldiers came home, many were addicted and their wives became the nations next good soldiers. They reproduced the logic of the battlefield: They sucked down amphetamines to wage war on bodies--their own. The postwar obsession with thinness developed alongside the speed trade. But speed changed shape. Just as "operational fatigue" had been styled as pathlogies, distractibility got a pharma-world makeover. And became ADHD.
Addicted to what my dick did
Greetings from Chapel Hill! Thank you guys so much for your support and, remember when Ragnor head-butted a nimrod for challenging him? Let me spell it out: Men are created, not born. Coping under pressure. Not abandoning your girl during hard times. Poverty. Difficulty. Heartache. Conflict & pain forges the masculine mind-set; I guess that's why in some cultures, boys go thru a period of initiation & come back men. Having said all that, why do some mongers request contact information-and offer nothing in exchange? C'Mon. , it's levels to attain senior membership on this forum, let alone sharing information. Not to take it out (pause) too far, but every person on this planet buys products because of their emotional needs & whether we like it or not, we all are products. When a monger chooses a kitten, you're basically buying a product. And many of the psychological laws that make you buy products applies to how guys choose girls & vice-versa. How will I look? How does this make me feel? Bottom line: what's in it for me? By becoming a master at selling, one can be perceived as a valuable product, so here's the deal: a verified booty for a verified booty! For future reference, give me a number. Then, I will hit it to see if the requester is legit. Only then will I pass on any contact info. That's the deal, nothing less! Otherwise, I'm keeping my fuck-buddies to myself because they're addicted to what my dick did. Mr Geo, here, there, everywhere.
J A Y are the letters of his name & all wild beaver, he will tame
What up, JMonger? Long time, man. This is MrGeo aka Uncle Grizzly and I'm NOT Dudley Do-Right*Maury voice: The lie detector determined he was telling the truth* Hey, if you're confident enough to play the role of Monsiuer Lustig, one of the greatest con artists in history, selling the Eiffel Tower to greedy scrap metal business owners looking to make a fortune overnight for millions of dollars, not once, but twice--one thing is clear. You're not effing around, you don't hesitate & your moves have a high rate of success, be that in escorts and / or SW's. You know, there's that 1 split second before a, say, Mike Tyson fight where Mike Tyson's opponent would flinch & look away. He already knows he's been beaten!. And there's that scene where Marco Polo & Kubla Khan stare down a wolf. It's hesitation versus boldness. In order to be fearless, you need courage. Be bold, my nephew. Be bold.
