May 12, 2006

Filthy Lie: Evil Mother's Day

Well, I just happen to be too lazy this week to come up with a new Filthy Lie. So I'm taking a page out of blog-father Harvey's book and recycling this entry from last year. Besides, doesn't Evil Glenn do the same thing every year?

Everyone has a mother. It's a biological necessity. Even Saddam Hussein had a mother. (He had her boiled in camel milk as an April Fools joke, but that's another story.)

So it should come as no surprise that even Evil Glenn has a mother. And so, he also has to celebrate Mother's Day.

Thus, the question was raised:

What does Evil Glenn do for Mother's Day?

And to this end, I give you

Incredibly Inane Information about Evil Glenn's Mother's Day.

* Evil Glenn used to give his mother fresh flowers every Mother's Day. But now that the cemeteries all lock their gates at night, he has a hard time stealing them from the memorials.
* He once sent her a box of chocolate covered nuts for Mother's Day, but she had an allergic reaction to them.
* The next year he just sent her a big jar of nuts. It turns out she wasn't allergic to the chocolate, like he thought.
* Another time, Evil Glenn dressed up like Santa Clause and climbed down her chimney to deliver her flowers.
* He gets confused about holidays, and sometimes mixes them up.
* Fortunately, it was a warm night, so the fire wasn't too big.
* Too bad his name isn't Chester. (sorry really bad/obscure joke)
* Unlike his father who apreciates getting a big bottle of liquor for Father's Day, Evil Glenn's mother doesn't like to drink.
* So Glenn's dad get's booze in both in June and May!
* Evil Glenn has gotten so cheep that he's started giving recycled greeting cards.
* This year she's getting a Bah Mitzvah card.
* At least it's better than the "Congratulations on the Successful Sex Change Operation!" card she got last year.

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Comments

"Chester's nuts roasting on an open fire"?

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Posted by: xqtiefiw at May 22, 2006 12:51 PM

So now I'm feeling all kinds of guilt for sucking the life out of a poor guy who just wants to go fishing on the weekends.

Posted by: LISINOPRIL at May 23, 2006 05:31 AM

So yeah. Insecure used to be an issue for me. Then it wasn't. Now it is again. If you think you are puzzled, walk in my shoes for awhile.

Posted by: KLONOPIN at May 23, 2006 11:30 AM

A second line of fire rose in her cheeks as again Suzanne screamed.

Posted by: XXX-MOVIES at May 23, 2006 01:37 PM

‘and what makes it worse is that you stopped to think about it and have a look to see if anything was coming before you went through’

Posted by: inter-casino at May 24, 2006 04:06 AM

so i figured the best thing to do is offer an inside look to the demon that drives this crazy train, and tell obnoxious anecdotes about my sister, since she's not here to stop me.

Posted by: ACYCLOVIR at May 24, 2006 06:31 AM

IÒve just joined the English Language list where teachers of A level English Language discuss stuff. They pointed me to this which is good fun.

Posted by: BRUNETTES at May 24, 2006 09:41 AM

i'd like you to untie me now, thank you, i said, in as assertive a voice as i could manage.

Posted by: MATURE at May 24, 2006 04:36 PM

Well, IÒm fully back to Trent Park now and struggling to combine catching up with doing new things and unpacking. We have a desperate need of shelving which is currently being thwarted by the system.

Posted by: casino-on-line at May 24, 2006 11:02 PM

So I wonÒt go to MacyÒs any more more more

Posted by: casino-affiliate-program at May 27, 2006 04:06 AM

My mind thought of only one thing now. I pulled off those panties in one quick movement, exposing those tight lips of hers. As fast as I could my clothes became a pile on the ground, my cock stuck straight out, begging to for that pussy of hers. I came close to her, kneeling just a tad and brushing the tip against her soft mouth. Opening her mouth I inched my cock pass her lips, over her tongue, into her throat. She looked so lovely, sitting naked on the cold floor. I pushed into her throat and pulled out, letting her saliva moisten my rod. I ran my fingers through her hair. I pulled out, her mouth stayed open, tempting me to put it back in. No, I took her shoulders and laid her on her back. I lied down on top of her, where I guided my cock into her shaved cunt. I pushed those lips open, pushing into that wet hole of hers. I started fucking her like mad. Pushing into her, deeper and deeper, pushing her whole body forward against the cold tiles. A soft moan escaped her mouth, along with her whispering the name Tommy. She started panting, her breasts rising up and down. I kept going in and out, ready to explode at any minute. My true mind got the better of me. I stopped what I was doing and looked at this panting beauty. I didn’t want to get her pregnant. I had enough since to pull out of her but not to stop fucking her. I flipped her onto her back. I spat on my cock and got it even more juiced up. With my legs I spread hers open. I knelt in between them and took hold of her hips, raising her ass to the air. My hard cock poked her tight little ass hole. I didn’t work my way into it, I just pushed with my cock and pulled her ass with my hand. I squeezed right into that little ass of her. Her face rested on her cheek. She made this odd face, a mix of pain and wonder. I fucked that ass of hers. Pulling that ass into me, feeling the sensation of her warm little hole. The sweat started rolling down my face, falling to her arched back. She started to moan in pain, “Tommy…” This isn’t Tommy, I thought, this is your new fuck buddy. I felt it climbing through my cock to the head, the need to finish. I started pumping harder and faster, making her face pucker harder. I pulled her deep into me, far as I could and let my load go somewhere into her body. I lied there a bit out of breath on top of her. I leaned forward and gave her another kiss. No response.

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