Here it is! Remember, anything you send it to me -- I copy and paste -- but I remove the names & email addresses, it is all forgotten. Nobody knew. Nobody will never know who said this, that and there. Yes, some people asked me who said it, and I declined to identify because I wanted to make this 100% confidentiality.
R-
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Jessica vonGarrel! Get over Franco Korpics. Don't be obsessed and possessive about him. He doesn't love you! MOVE ON! He is in love with someone else! I know for sure!! GET A LIFE!!
Why can't you come up with better names while trying to launch veiled attacks online? You guys are scooping ridiculously low. "A Friend" "Anonymous" "Kurzetards" You're all weaklings. Have fun finishing your shriveling down into the dirt while feebling blurting out weak words and dispersing into thin air. Have more class, will you?
Cynthia & Tanya, from day one, people snickered at you both because you're losers. And you still are. Why do you think you guys went home alone last Friday night?
When are you going to get a clue that I do not have any attraction for you? Pick up your drool bucket and move on to the next person.
Desmond, you will never be cute -- you're just vain dude who thinks you're all that. You only had to buy clothes in order to keep up with the trends -- but otherwise, you're truly fucked. IN fact, you cannot compete with anyone else outside of your circle -- that's why you are imprisoned in your own world -- A sign of delusional mind, really. Not only that, fucking your roommate is not exactly the "gay" thing to do!
To the family (cohabiting with college students) where the gal is all over the country doing recruiting for a certain college, and where the guy is doing god-knows-what, do you think the 3-year old daughter is doing well, psychologically and emotionally?
When will we achieve First Contact with Vulcans so we can wipe out the materialism shit?
Jessica vonGarrel ... go back to the man who wants u so badly, Jon Kovacs!
Get a fucking clue that I do not want to see or talk with you at all. No means no. Need help finding a long thick needle to pop that overinflated balloon head of yours?
Fuck you, you cab drivers who think that beautiful deaf women with big boobs would be interested in marrying, let alone dating, you! Get a grip. I'm not helping you get your green card.
Asking me to fill out a lottery ticket (with numbers) for you does not mean that I'll marry you if you win the lottery. See the cop and business woman behind you laughing? That should indicate how silly you sounded when asking me to marry you if you won. Keep the money yourself and enjoy your new rich life if you win. If not, happy drinking that beer you bought alongside your lottery ticket.
I wonder if the dead infant probably makes Dorian Yanke see things in a different light? I hope so. That fucker probably deserved it.
Scott, if I ever see you again, the first thing you'll ever see is my fist.
Lenny, one word that can describe you the best -- retard.
You don't think I smell foreign tuna on your cock? Stop cheating. Or I'll bite.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Furball 2: My Experiences
When I got off from the 14 Street Subway Station, it was raining hard. It poured like Hell. Not a good idea for me, to walk in the GLBT Center where everyone else will see me for the first time -- in very wetty situation.
But I went ahead. I ran like crazy, saw guys that were going to Furball 2 hiding under the covers by the buildings. Then I arrived at the GLBT Center which is a block away on 13 Street -- it was packed. Yes, I was one of few guys who were drenched by the rain.
The first impression of Furball 2 is the ... stench. I'm telling you guys, gay men breathed bad. I gagged a lot. When they saw me and said "Woof" -- their breath hits me, not so attractive. I flinched a little. I am man enough to handle the stench. Basically, the party is great. People are friendly. I kept on getting groped from behind -- kinda pissed me off because I cannot know who did it. Some guys are gorgeous, some guys are bizarre. C'est la vie in the world of Gay Community.
Some leathermen thinks Furball is for them. They came in not-so-subtle clothes that would give few churchgoers heart attacks. Saw a guy who is about 6'0 and 350 lbs, he wore nothing but boxers. I will never be like that. I won't. I will not permit myself -- if so, somebody push me off the Empire State Building!
One charming fellow with a beard -- you could tell that he is kinda Irish. He targeted me, and so do I. He made a move -- we talked and blah. One thing I do not like about gays is that when they like someone, they talk, then they try to kiss before exchanging email addresses. I happen to think the kisses are intimate!
But at this Furball 2, do what the Romans did. I kissed. We exchanged. But again, I'm wary and cautious of hearing men. They are like dogs, you have to be responsible for them, you do not trust them around food. You do not trust them around certain things ... but you cannot live without 'em.
Few deafies were there. Ryan, Surdus, me and about 5 more. Some are dumb enough that I simply refused to acknowledge their names. I just do not care nor have the time to deal with the introductions.
By 1 AM, I had enough of these men at the GLBT Center -- I wanted to pep myself up with some normal guys that I never managed to attain, it is off to GYM SPORTSBAR!
Surdus brought his toy along to meet me at GYM SportsBar, the newest gay sports bar in New York. I noticed something better -- more gays are being normal. They dressed much better as according to the norms of the sports bar. I do not see any Martini drinks which is good news, to say the least. As time progressed, I get heavily buzzed. Surdus and his toy went home as I was greeted by two guys that I met at The Park. In fact, I almost forgot who they were -- they greeted me and had to remind me who they were. Oh, sorry, that is my cliche towards hearing men these days. Meet them, forget them later.
Later before the bar closed, I was approached by the manager who told me that he saw me here before ... twice. And he wondered if I liked the bar. I told him the truth -- I told him that the first time, I thought it was ew! The second time was alright. Now this time, it is much better and resonating with the norms of a typical sports bar. He smiled hard and said he's Kevin the Manager -- very hot one.
It was fun all right, tonight -- the dilemma -- watching Desperate Housewives or going to the well-known actor's birthday party which Surdus was invited and he extends that to me. This or that? I'll go to the party -- it happens only once. Desperate Housewives, well, there is always reruns.
Be patient for the Bitch Session IV is coming up next -- after the Birthday Bash tonight!
R-
But I went ahead. I ran like crazy, saw guys that were going to Furball 2 hiding under the covers by the buildings. Then I arrived at the GLBT Center which is a block away on 13 Street -- it was packed. Yes, I was one of few guys who were drenched by the rain.
The first impression of Furball 2 is the ... stench. I'm telling you guys, gay men breathed bad. I gagged a lot. When they saw me and said "Woof" -- their breath hits me, not so attractive. I flinched a little. I am man enough to handle the stench. Basically, the party is great. People are friendly. I kept on getting groped from behind -- kinda pissed me off because I cannot know who did it. Some guys are gorgeous, some guys are bizarre. C'est la vie in the world of Gay Community.
Some leathermen thinks Furball is for them. They came in not-so-subtle clothes that would give few churchgoers heart attacks. Saw a guy who is about 6'0 and 350 lbs, he wore nothing but boxers. I will never be like that. I won't. I will not permit myself -- if so, somebody push me off the Empire State Building!
One charming fellow with a beard -- you could tell that he is kinda Irish. He targeted me, and so do I. He made a move -- we talked and blah. One thing I do not like about gays is that when they like someone, they talk, then they try to kiss before exchanging email addresses. I happen to think the kisses are intimate!
But at this Furball 2, do what the Romans did. I kissed. We exchanged. But again, I'm wary and cautious of hearing men. They are like dogs, you have to be responsible for them, you do not trust them around food. You do not trust them around certain things ... but you cannot live without 'em.
Few deafies were there. Ryan, Surdus, me and about 5 more. Some are dumb enough that I simply refused to acknowledge their names. I just do not care nor have the time to deal with the introductions.
By 1 AM, I had enough of these men at the GLBT Center -- I wanted to pep myself up with some normal guys that I never managed to attain, it is off to GYM SPORTSBAR!
Surdus brought his toy along to meet me at GYM SportsBar, the newest gay sports bar in New York. I noticed something better -- more gays are being normal. They dressed much better as according to the norms of the sports bar. I do not see any Martini drinks which is good news, to say the least. As time progressed, I get heavily buzzed. Surdus and his toy went home as I was greeted by two guys that I met at The Park. In fact, I almost forgot who they were -- they greeted me and had to remind me who they were. Oh, sorry, that is my cliche towards hearing men these days. Meet them, forget them later.
Later before the bar closed, I was approached by the manager who told me that he saw me here before ... twice. And he wondered if I liked the bar. I told him the truth -- I told him that the first time, I thought it was ew! The second time was alright. Now this time, it is much better and resonating with the norms of a typical sports bar. He smiled hard and said he's Kevin the Manager -- very hot one.
It was fun all right, tonight -- the dilemma -- watching Desperate Housewives or going to the well-known actor's birthday party which Surdus was invited and he extends that to me. This or that? I'll go to the party -- it happens only once. Desperate Housewives, well, there is always reruns.
Be patient for the Bitch Session IV is coming up next -- after the Birthday Bash tonight!
R-
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Maria's Birthday Bash and Furball 2
Last night, I went to Nowhere Bar in East Village to celebrate Maria's birthday bash. It was unexpected to see a large crowd of more than 30 Deafies and deaf-wannabes. This, that and there -- the typical birthday party you'll get at any bar, really.
It was good to see some old faces. Including Robert Arnold, the guy who also graduated from my alma mater. We cracked jokes about almost everything in ASL. If you heard some series of howls on 14 Street, it was me and Robert, really.
We also went to Beauty Bar afterwards because of better lightning.
Tonight, I'm heading down to the GLBT Center for "Furball 2" event. I believe it is a dance hall for guys who likes big, hairy and buff guys. Dunno if I'll fit in the whole drama. If there is few funny drama, I will be more than happy to blog about it.
Oh, bitchin' notes is coming nicely. Some are fiercely funny, some are fiercely awful. But either way, you'll laugh out of your mind. Send me some more if you dare. I"ll probably upload it much later in the night or tomorrow.
Cheers,
R-
It was good to see some old faces. Including Robert Arnold, the guy who also graduated from my alma mater. We cracked jokes about almost everything in ASL. If you heard some series of howls on 14 Street, it was me and Robert, really.
We also went to Beauty Bar afterwards because of better lightning.
Tonight, I'm heading down to the GLBT Center for "Furball 2" event. I believe it is a dance hall for guys who likes big, hairy and buff guys. Dunno if I'll fit in the whole drama. If there is few funny drama, I will be more than happy to blog about it.
Oh, bitchin' notes is coming nicely. Some are fiercely funny, some are fiercely awful. But either way, you'll laugh out of your mind. Send me some more if you dare. I"ll probably upload it much later in the night or tomorrow.
Cheers,
R-
Friday, April 22, 2005
Little Rock's Fabled Houston Nutt Senior
Category: Deaf Sports
LITTLE ROCK, Ark. (AP) - Houston Nutt Sr., the father of four college coaches and the only person to play for basketball coaching greats Adolph Rupp at Kentucky and Henry Iba at Oklahoma A&M, died Wednesday at a hospital after a stroke. He was 74.
Nutt was the father of Arkansas football coach Houston Nutt Jr. and Arkansas State basketball coach Dickey Nutt. Another son, Dennis, is the basketball coach at Texas State and son Danny is an assistant football coach at Arkansas.
Nutt Sr. was coach and director of athletics and student life at the Arkansas School for the Deaf. He had a lifetime of hearing problems and spent 32 years in various roles at the Little Rock school before retiring in 1987.
In 1957, Nutt was a member of the American Association for the Deaf team that won a gold medal in international competition in Milan, Italy. He was inducted into the Arkansas Sports Hall of Fame in 2001 and also is a member of the Deaf Hall of Fame.
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Houston Nutt Sr is the revered figure in the state of Arkansas. Even beyond that Nolan Richardson. I heard a lot of great stuff about the father and his legacy on his blood children and his impact on the kids at Arkansas School for the Deaf.
Care to share your comments, Chlms?
R-
LITTLE ROCK, Ark. (AP) - Houston Nutt Sr., the father of four college coaches and the only person to play for basketball coaching greats Adolph Rupp at Kentucky and Henry Iba at Oklahoma A&M, died Wednesday at a hospital after a stroke. He was 74.
Nutt was the father of Arkansas football coach Houston Nutt Jr. and Arkansas State basketball coach Dickey Nutt. Another son, Dennis, is the basketball coach at Texas State and son Danny is an assistant football coach at Arkansas.
Nutt Sr. was coach and director of athletics and student life at the Arkansas School for the Deaf. He had a lifetime of hearing problems and spent 32 years in various roles at the Little Rock school before retiring in 1987.
In 1957, Nutt was a member of the American Association for the Deaf team that won a gold medal in international competition in Milan, Italy. He was inducted into the Arkansas Sports Hall of Fame in 2001 and also is a member of the Deaf Hall of Fame.
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Houston Nutt Sr is the revered figure in the state of Arkansas. Even beyond that Nolan Richardson. I heard a lot of great stuff about the father and his legacy on his blood children and his impact on the kids at Arkansas School for the Deaf.
Care to share your comments, Chlms?
R-
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Something To Ponder
Nearing 50,000! The blog is approaching 50,000 visits with already over 80,000 views. Nice, nice. Thanks, guys. Obviously, I did something right. Poor little McWeenie has no life -- picking up only 2,000 visits. Hey, YOU get a life. I already did.
Guess Who Is The Director? This is joke. I just learned this today. Why did Gallaudet choose him as the Director of Multicultural Diversity is beyond me! This guy terrorized every minority possible -- especially women and gays! Guess who is now the Director of MD -- Dorian Yanke! Let's see how sensitive Dorian will be when a closeted gay person comes to him -- I'm willing to bet that this particular sensitive guy will jump off the building right after seeing Dorian.
Disgruntled New Yorker: Read this -- it is hilarious. Sometimes I feel like that. So New York!
What Animals are Gays Similar To? Today, Surdus and I loitered about what kind of animal that gays can be compared with? He said it has to be roaches! When he explained the reasons, I agreed with him completely. Roaches eats anything. So does gays. When roaches are big, people scream. When gay men has big dicks, gay men scream as well. They fucked too much, are dirty and disgusting at times. IMpossible to get rid of. And last, they are fittingly called Cockroaches!
The Incredibles! Saw it today. Great movie for all ages, for all groups. Maybe except for folks in The South since it does not cover incest and biblical stories, really, eh?
R-
Guess Who Is The Director? This is joke. I just learned this today. Why did Gallaudet choose him as the Director of Multicultural Diversity is beyond me! This guy terrorized every minority possible -- especially women and gays! Guess who is now the Director of MD -- Dorian Yanke! Let's see how sensitive Dorian will be when a closeted gay person comes to him -- I'm willing to bet that this particular sensitive guy will jump off the building right after seeing Dorian.
Disgruntled New Yorker: Read this -- it is hilarious. Sometimes I feel like that. So New York!
What Animals are Gays Similar To? Today, Surdus and I loitered about what kind of animal that gays can be compared with? He said it has to be roaches! When he explained the reasons, I agreed with him completely. Roaches eats anything. So does gays. When roaches are big, people scream. When gay men has big dicks, gay men scream as well. They fucked too much, are dirty and disgusting at times. IMpossible to get rid of. And last, they are fittingly called Cockroaches!
The Incredibles! Saw it today. Great movie for all ages, for all groups. Maybe except for folks in The South since it does not cover incest and biblical stories, really, eh?
R-
Another Reason Why The South Is Dumb
This happened in Northwest Alabama, the same state that banned gays from marrying, banned anyone from owning the sexual toys. The same state where the State Senator advocated to bury the books that talked about gays.
The same state that created this particular Fucktard -- the same gal who lived in Iowa then moved to Florida.
Enjoy the article, thanks to PikeSpeak!
Certainly not my thing to do. Ugh.
R-
The same state that created this particular Fucktard -- the same gal who lived in Iowa then moved to Florida.
Enjoy the article, thanks to PikeSpeak!
Certainly not my thing to do. Ugh.
R-
Reminder for Bitch Session IV
Bitch Session IV:Deadline is this weekend -- so fire me away with your Bitch Sessions. I'm SO ready for this.
Here Is The Proof: The little gnat, McCock claimed that he did not copy my ideas for his blogsite. If you looked at articles, he often reads my blog entries then talk about it. He thinks he's that smart. Bleech. He challenged me to prove it. I chose not to. Well, I talked about the Oklahoma City Bombing. Then he brought it up a day later, I quickly pointed that out. He denied as always. Then I made fun of him. Suddenly, he decided to ban me from commenting anything -- which is fine with me -- he claimed that I repeatedly insulted him -- in fact, I only commented *twice*. First, to point the entry out that he copied my idea -- second, to make fun of his dead, mangled cousin who is rotting six feet under the cold ground. That's it. Waaah, fucktard!
I Guess I Will Die Of Pancreatic Cancer! Some of you guys knew that I love Hot Dogs. Yesterday, before entering Columbia University, I ate two Hot Dogs from the corner stand. Mmmmm! Hot Dogs rock!
Confidential to Adamo: Anyday, honey, anyday!
R-
Here Is The Proof: The little gnat, McCock claimed that he did not copy my ideas for his blogsite. If you looked at articles, he often reads my blog entries then talk about it. He thinks he's that smart. Bleech. He challenged me to prove it. I chose not to. Well, I talked about the Oklahoma City Bombing. Then he brought it up a day later, I quickly pointed that out. He denied as always. Then I made fun of him. Suddenly, he decided to ban me from commenting anything -- which is fine with me -- he claimed that I repeatedly insulted him -- in fact, I only commented *twice*. First, to point the entry out that he copied my idea -- second, to make fun of his dead, mangled cousin who is rotting six feet under the cold ground. That's it. Waaah, fucktard!
I Guess I Will Die Of Pancreatic Cancer! Some of you guys knew that I love Hot Dogs. Yesterday, before entering Columbia University, I ate two Hot Dogs from the corner stand. Mmmmm! Hot Dogs rock!
Confidential to Adamo: Anyday, honey, anyday!
R-
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