BSW's again this afternoon
I always see none near the 7-11 or threes. I looped around behind and an absolute smoke show in high heels and short black dress. This crew is rather attractive and while I see the reports of sightings I see no reviews. And I didn't take one for the team either.
Powell to sandy last night 9 pm
After a movie. I got the rare chance to run the strip. Pretty empty One girl at sunny mart figure looked good but could not exactly tell as it was dark and she was wearing a hoodie. Eyes met but not enough time to decide or turn around. Nothing till the New 7-11 near freemont. On the corner was the super heavy weight champions of the world. Enough leg thunder to scare off but the bravest of man. Counted three girls. One in leopard print spandex. OMG the fashion police should be out. One skinny. But not stopping for that drama group.
Left the area safe and sound. Vehicle was too full anyway with upcoming weekend project filling it front. Back side and rear.
More soon.
Love the beautiful Friday out.
Fractured Monger Tales: Poltergeist 2 Edition 1
I could report about the Punter who whipped around to get Wilbur at the Art Lofts, who curb stomped his tire and blew it out in the process.
Or the punter who picked up Skinny Sweaty Sarah at the Criddler 7-11, but I won't.
I will talk about the "You're all going to die" old dude I've seen out for years. He will be named Poltergeist 2 from her on out.
Anybody out on the Blade for more than a minute can place this dude.
Various vehicles through the years. Hissidic nose, white hair, out late, drives really slow.
Always wondered how Grandpa stayed awake. I've seen him pickup and drop off many times.
Funny story, I described this dude to Workingmans Friend and we laughed a little. She calls him the screamer or something like that. I guess his MO is to slow down and yell at Walkers. Makes sense.
Also came to know that he was once a well established Psychiatrist. And here's the punchline. Poltergeist 2 shoots dope into his dick.
Impossible for me to make this up.
Writing this I thought Where's he been? Wonder if he kicked the bucket.
Fractured Monger Tales: Zavijava Edition
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Still can't quite place that one RR described but here's some I nicknamed over the years.
Dog Crate Dually Douche:
This fuckwad drives a loud exhausted headache rack equipped dually diesel truck. Always had some large dog crates in the bed once or twice even had some canines in them. Always had some loud ass & shitty blaring music you wished his sometimes howling hounds would drown out.
Several times I'd have some pussy prospect walking in for me only to have this yokel coming in guns a blazing & cut them off to ruin my no eyes pickup & snatch them up.
Most of my encounters w/ this dipshit have been in the North end & for a while whenever this bozo was out, I'd head South.
He's still out in the north end at times. Avoid at all possible costs if you value your no eyes pickup mode.
Grandpa Glacier: Later changed to "Twenty Is Plenty".
Even before the 82nd speed limit dropped to 30 MPH. I nick named this one for his absolutely snail like pace from one end of the avenue circa 2016 2020.70's+- crusty beady eyed dude in beat up faded white pickup & most often than not towing a 20'flatbed low sided type trailer. Who in the king hell cruises for SW w/ that monstrosity attached?
Always out weekend nights. Never during the week.
When he spotted a walker he'd stop right next to her & talk to her though passenger side. Whatever his story or spiel was, it repelled SW like the plague.
One night he stopped curbside for Lexi from my report # 2178. Now anyone who had the pleasure of her company will attest to her level headed demeanor & friendliness.
Whatever he said to her repulsed her so much she recoiled back from the curb & started to walk quickly away then changed her mind & loudly chewed him a new asshole before disappearing for the night.
At subsequent light he pulled even w/ me & I glance over to see him nonchalantly take a swig of Rolling Rock while staring at me weirdly. Some pissing in the gene pool w/ this dude & he kinda' gave me the willies.
Only SW I ever saw get in his vehicle was Denise. No surprise there I guess. LOL.
One day he just disappeared from the avenue.
Turning Japanese:
This hyperactive horndog fool was around 2008 2010+-. Drove an always immaculately clean fart can exhausted wide tire lowered rice rocket Honda adorned w/ a Japan rising son flag decal on each fender. I'd actually admired the car as it seemed fast as fuck & it's well thought out subtle end result. Whenever I spotted him I always heard that 80's Vapors song in my head. LOL.
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I'd see him from Clackamas town center to Sandy but mostly in the South end when that area was fertile. Fairly benign but did have a propensity to barge into your scoop & sometimes follow you after the scoop.
I remember one night he out scooped me for Christy (FHT # 2490) one night. Later that night when I got her in my vehicle, told me he had a strong boob fetish & never wanted full service or even a BJ. She'd just pop out her boobs & he'd suck her nipples while self-servicing himself. Always was a very quick $60 for her without having to work too much. Also told me the few times she used her hand on him it was even quicker. The shit you hear from a regular SMDHS.
Anyway back to the story...
This was the period "J" (FHT #3643 & 3649) was without a place of her own & was spending all of her time at my place. She had a straight job near JCB. Our work timetables were different, so she'd take the bus in late morning & I'd pick her up around 7:00.
First heatwave of Summer & I'd working near Tabor w/ client who would occasionally draw out day w/ all sorts of remodeling insecurity & the like. This was one of those days & I started getting impatient texts from "J" w/ the last one saying, "I'm walking home". Finally extricated from client & headed South down 82nd. Around Powell I noticed boy racer behind me obviously on the hunt. He lag behind looking or turning in but not finding anything to his specific needs would soon catch up to me.
With him following me, as I passed Flavel spotted "J" walking South looking somewhat slutty in jeans/heels showing off her rack in tight top. She saw me & gave a wave. I decided to turn around in Standard lot, yet rising son decided that wave was for him & decided to intercept her in Area 69 lot. Now I'm not sure if he was blinded by her boobs...or what...but he turned right in front of a large 24' box truck heading North. That trucks driver side wheel rode right over that low obstacle easily & came to rest on his hood in cloud of steam & crumbled sheet metal.
Last time I saw him on the avenue...
"J" used to sometimes refer to her chest as "crash worthy" after that. LOL.
Safe recons & life.