Log 359 ~Willing The Limbo Game~

I don’t play party games, and I’m not much of a dancer, but I’m not crying about Indiana Gone. Well, she did have to deal with some racist jerk. Anyway, how about my game of life tonight? Willing The Limbo Game

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Log 359 ~Willing The Limbo Game~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, as I sink to the lowest denominator when it comes to people. Hell Inspector Echo, Sex gets a worse rap than violence. I could go either or and as always go down even lower. How about being sad, with general disappointment?

Well, let’s start with my favorite subject, can you guess? Sex, my dear Inspector, and did I say I broke NO FAP earlier this week. Yeah, sometime this afternoon even, so tomorrow is going to be lovely? Geez, Inspector Echo, I can’t survive two days now. As THEY say, like people in Hell want ice water. Isn’t that where I’ve been when we start talking about the Day Job. Am I using that as an excuse? I was all “discombobulated” last week and then… people. It’s one thing to think of MILF Dos as an angel, a queen, or a goddess. How I already feel like a slug for doing something, I still don’t know what I did wrong. At least Sex brings me to life. Everyone at the Day Job makes me want to die. So yeah, I go back to bed and wank off to Tifa Lockhart and Aerith Gainsborough; wait until tomorrow.

Speaking of going lower, what’s that “old” meme AHEM, “What Are Those?” I’ve never worried about designer shoes, but to quote a famous Will, “And what the Hell is that smell?” Those would be my boots, Inspector Echo. It’s not like my money situation has my pants falling down. Yes, I know, I still have money to worry about “Yabbos.” How many times have I mentioned Hell tonight? If I were to die, it would be me looking at Yabbos and never touching them for all eternity, always another pair.

Now I’m not planning on dying unfortunately for myself and others. Still, there are some people I hate with everything within me. Only I have their blood in my veins, or I still need a paycheck no matter how small. What about My Dæmon, who I love like pancakes? I’m not the father that I should be ever Inspector Echo. The only good reason I look down is all him. Otherwise, it’s my penis, the putrid smell of my boots, or that person in the mirror I can’t stand seeing.

My apologies Inspector Echo, for my weakness and wastefulness; I’m not Willing The Limbo Game.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 352 ~She Never Existed, Willie~

My Olds gave me more time than I deserved before they kicked me out. My son was blessed with my good patience. Women though, talk about twenty seconds, I always find out the ending has come late at night ha. “She Never Existed, Willie”

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Log 352 ~She Never Existed, Willie~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which is only one more thing I want to breathe into existence. MILF Dos never existed, and today or yesterday (Time-Travel, remember). So too, our FINAL connection. Now that’s a lie. While I’m all about revealing my secrets, I do keep some and hers as well. Inspector, I’m not a bad man. Hell Inspector Echo, I never mean to be ever. Still the fact that I’m sitting here whining; that this whole week will be about, I don’t know. Why don’t I humiliate myself a lot more and try to help her if she needs it?

There hasn’t been a day yet, where I have written her off entirely. I’m like a puppy with a bone, well a boner, but I’m still on NO FAP. As for her, though, I would never erase or delete what I have, but she’s no longer on my phone… close enough. I’ve been talking about “The Nine” all this week, right. Here’s a story idea that’s more in Lady Sophia’s realm, Ghost Brothel… only a thought, Inspector Echo. Speaking of having any semblance of those, MILF Dos is still hard to talk about, so why continue? I’ve been sitting here procrastinating with all manner of things. As always, I’ve never been a typical porn guy, I need an emotional aspect. It’s one of the reasons I FEEL for Whitney Wright in PROM NIGHT. The fact that it’s been so hard to read Too Late By Colleen Hoover at all Inspector.

Yeah, freak her out more but mentioning the L word. Yes, I lusted after MILF Dos, but it was more than seeing her. She was my friend Inspector Echo, and Now you’re just somebody that I used to know. Only that’s the part that hurts the most. There was not even goodbye. Of the NINE, I’m seeing a score of four and four. Four of them blocked me, and four either disappeared, or I don’t talk to. The Harmonic War looked me up on Instagram but has been pretty silent. If MILF Dos had asked me to stop, would I have… YES. So why am I debating whether or not to try one last time? Goodbye is one of the best words. I understand why men pay women, but what is MILF Dos to me right now, friend, memory, hard-on?

Two words, one, zero, now three, “SHE NEVER EXISTED, Willie?”

I Will Have No Fear

Log 345 ~Willing Big Boy Pants~

The problem with pants, besides not being able to keep them on, or keep money in them, how much I hate McDonald’s right now and let’s not even talk about the Day Job… Willing Big Boy Pants; to stand up as a man

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Log 345 ~Willing Big Boy Pants~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that doesn’t mean you’ll catch me in a tux. Hell, how many people have seen me naked? Still, Inspector Echo, my mouth is more a problem than one more “Head.” How about Dua Lipa singing, “I can’t teach a man how to wear his pants.”

So I sit here this morning with no pants but soon. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Back when I was in school, I was only trying to keep them on. I got pantsed more than a few times. Even when I had a belt that didn’t stop people from attaching, panties to my jeans. Hell to think nowadays, I don’t mind showing off my body and am actively trying to get women to take their clothes off. We’ll get to that, don’t you worry. The fact remains at this moment that the last thing that I want to do is put on pants. I credit Rocko’s Modern Life with teaching me how to adult. Did Rocko, ever wear pants? Well, at least I’m not looking at porn and to answer the question, yes. I have to wear pants to feed the Pup, to keep an inch of tenuous Power. I “Profit” and to work on my real Purpose in life.

Now I say PROFIT, Mr. Has His Shoes In The Freezer So They Won’t Smell. Yeah, I’m too cheap to buy new ones. You remember how people would talk about boys sagging pants? Again I know how to use a belt but not how to keep a few bucks in my pocket. So what did I spend money on this week? Yes, we’ll talk about it, but let’s say I hate having things in common with this President. I won’t buy necessities, but I always find room in the budget for something or someone beautiful.

Why bother wearing pants when I don’t have any balls? “But real gangsta-ass (people) don’t flex nuts” as the song goes. It’s so not the time I know, in a variety of ways. Didn’t stop me yesterday, though, so here we go. Here I am putting money down, and for what? Boobs, Butts, Bare Naked as always but would settle for at least a conversation. I’m sorry, Inspector Echo, for the belt that’s coming soon. The lost bucks and boob obsession. Willing Big Boy Pants.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 150 ~How Will Pantsed NaNoWriMo~

Keep your pants on I finally won NaNoWriMo for this year, but about them pants, well I did order my winning T-Shirt, and how I wish I could say on this holiday there was a reason or a how-to on how to celebrate. “How Will Pantsed NaNoWriMo”

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Log 150 ~How Will Pantsed NaNoWriMo~


Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and also a NaNoWriMo winner. Now, Dirty Diana, I suppose I should say Happy Thanksgiving or how I love my Mama. Thanksgiving dinner is on the way, so of course, My Dæmon is pretty damn excited. So what gets me all worked up or indeed who. Well, today I don’t want to be, again I finished my book and ordered my new T-Shirt. It’s too bad NaNoWriMo doesn’t sell pants, I would probably keep them on then, don’t you think.

Anyway, what was the question, yeah, how I finished the book? Now I don’t mean to creep you out but three words, The Screwfly Solution. What I mean is, I traded one vice for the other. Instead of characters having sex, I settled for death. If by some miracle, I ever published The “Wrist” Of Playing Chrono? Blood would be more acceptable than other fluids. Should I give away the “ending” Dirty Diana? Red hair, blood, stop lights, but no big guy in red, or noses. Of course, you know I never stop worrying. I was looking for some sweet release knowing my “father” is bringing dinner, comfort, joy? Yeah, I should stop mentioning my parents. That’s one more reason I completed NaNoWriMo, what will I do with my life. Read more books; I remember I rather enjoyed Christmas Cake by Celia Aaron last Christmas.

I know none of this sounds that sexy, but I’m not in the mood. Yeah, I couldn’t say that with a straight face, but I didn’t get my afternoon nap. Between having money and a moment of understanding, no more words need to come out. There is always more to do. My motivations often mention that for a champion, it never ends. I’m tumbling down the rabbit hole, and I don’t only mean MILF Dos and her obsession with such. How about Indiana Gone and her love of Disney? You know, maybe it’s what’s been going on in the world lately that is making me ashamed of my fetishes. Before I go, though, I mentioned my new shirt and a need for pants. I do like fucking girls with their clothes on, well I should say in a particular outfit. A fool and his money I know, but I work hard, “play” hard and writing?

Well, I won, didn’t I, again How Will Pantsed NaNoWriMo.

I Will Have No Fear

One’s Cent Able Pants

What do you get when you cross, the “owner of a lonely heart”, a sagebrush ranch temptress, and the movie “They Live” and should I also mention “Fiddler On the Roof” perhaps? One’s Cent Able Pants, well it beats the pants Negan was talking about

Wearing out my poor heart
only to let it break
Making it restart
and to be some woman’s mistake
No, yes, maybe, which is

going to be, every word
I would ever care to utter
Really there’s a lot of pretty girls,
ladies somewhere or another

believe it or not these eyes of mine
always saying baby, baby oh, “babe”
behave cause the gods are crazy, and the stars are blind
So it seems I’ll be needing stitches

cause some chicks drive a man crazy
However, did I figure that out?
If only I could be Jay Z,
could I be rich, out and about?
Kardashian style riches

Dare I dream “If I Were a Rich Man”
All to get lucky, quickie, some
Maybe it wouldn’t matter who I am
even if it were one million, one thousand, one hundred, but one’s
sensible pants and a Dame’s games can be a real bit… hehe wallets in my britches

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