I just got a picture of the poor guys who...
...are spending so much of their time at the beck and call of Cat Flower Skank Lady. I actually feel sorry for them. I had no idea of the conditions in which they were living. I can’t post the picture because of the shocking clothing that these boys are forced to wear. Their "privates" are hanging out of the costumes and apparently, it's very, very cold where they are.
It's obvious that they are being forced to do some very unnatural things, many illegal in most states. These poor guys are not responsible for their behavior...sadly, that has become apparent. It turns out that Cat is a psychotic dominatrix and she has the boys leashed to a long and complicated series of monkey bars in a basement somewhere on the North American continent. They don’t even know where they are, they just awoke to find themselves all dressed in black leather, blonde wigs, and chained to the monkey bars. (Oh, there is one dude wearing a blue dress and a blindfold. He hangs by his wrists from the ceiling and shouts, "Whoop me til I'm good Mama Hillary, whoop me til I'm good...I've been a baaaaad boy!") The last thing they seem to remember clearly is partying at a New Orleans bordello.
Apparently, Cat is also a madam and she had these poor guys drugged by slipping cough syrup in their kool-aid. Of course it was mushroom brewed kool-aid, but it was apparently very good...they had the red stuff. They all “crashed”, one after the other, on the artificial chests of prostitutes who turned out to be guys in drag. One of them (there are 4) said he remembers everything and that all 4 of them had engaged in sex with Clyde, the big redneck dude that Cat pays to keep the boys in line. But the others all deny the entire man/woman episode, for obvious reasons. But, there are pictures of Horse and the blow up doll, he can't get those away from Zed.
They wanted me to get their story out even though it means certain retribution. But Zed kind of likes Clyde now and the horse guy is strutting like a peacock...literally. They say he just keeps walking around with his little pea cock saying, “They don’t call me Horse for nothing...uh huh....uh huh...” They actually are starting to relish the castigations but Cat has been rather neglectful in her treatment of them lately.
Actually, this is sort of a plea to her to come back to wherever these guys are and unlock the toy box. Cat, you've got to get back soon, these yahoos have run amuck.
They think that she’s in LA, harassing Nicolas Cage. But they said that it isn't HER idea, she’s under the control of Shemp, a very large bald man with a third nipple that is extremely sensitive. He has her wrist cuffed to his but they are wearing such bizarre clothing that no one notices one more chain.
And Cat can’t say anything because Shemp knows about the boys down in her cellar. She can't take a chance of drawing the attention of the police because there those boys sit, carrying out her orders, ever so eagerly. And they are all so melancholy since Zed started PMSing. Things are going slightly askew, the guy in the blue dress is starting to fall for Zed and Horse is surprised to find that he, himself, is jealous of Zed.
Oh, it's awful...they just want Cat to come back with the key so that they can get the French tickler out for Zed. He’s really into it and Cat has him on estrogen so he gets a little emotional if he doesn’t feel “satisfied” a little more frequently than the other boys. Everybody gets bored of doing him after a while and they tell him that he’s on his own but no one wants to hear him cry anymore so they want that damn French tickler. When they finally DO get it, they're gonna toss it at Zed and hope for the best.
Unfortunately, Cat pretty much has to do what Shemp says. Right now, he has her holed up in a motel on Hollywood Boulevard licking that third nipple of his. Last night she had to wear Cat lady eye make up, she did it once for $100 in a cheap hotel room filled with Japanese business-men...but Shemp just ordered her to do it last night. She used almost half of an eyeliner pencil. It was hideous. Now she can’t get it all off and she looks like a bit of a drug addict, but she’s really OK, she just needs a bath.
Cat, these boys needs you, they need your whip and your tender spikes. They count on you to make it “hurt so good”. Sure, they can play with each other for a while, but they need you to direct them. Otherwise, they’re just having wild and crazy sex-capades that could lead to permanent damage...and then what good will they be to you? Trust me, you don’t want to see one of those twisted, head-small peckers...“that kind of thing would send a young girl screaming into the night”. And...it isn't very easy to find a bunch of dim-witted men who will worship at your Cat-alter so consider that...they are not going to be easy to replace!
Just go back for a weekend (SOON!), give them the toy box key and make them watch you lick nipple man. Then EVERYBODY will be happy.
Oh, by the way, they appreciate the pink panties that you left them but were wondering if you could get your hands on 4 purple bustiers. I tried to talk them out of purple but Zed wants it, the hormones you know. Actually, the whole bustier thing is his idea, he seems to be growing boobs and he wants the rest of the guys to show their support for him by wearing the bustiers with him.
Oh, I have to tell you that I think that it was a bad idea to leave them with a TV that only gets Oprah and Lifetime. But that’s just my opinion.
As you say, “They’re your bitches.”
Well, my work here is done.
Meg
...are spending so much of their time at the beck and call of Cat Flower Skank Lady. I actually feel sorry for them. I had no idea of the conditions in which they were living. I can’t post the picture because of the shocking clothing that these boys are forced to wear. Their "privates" are hanging out of the costumes and apparently, it's very, very cold where they are.
It's obvious that they are being forced to do some very unnatural things, many illegal in most states. These poor guys are not responsible for their behavior...sadly, that has become apparent. It turns out that Cat is a psychotic dominatrix and she has the boys leashed to a long and complicated series of monkey bars in a basement somewhere on the North American continent. They don’t even know where they are, they just awoke to find themselves all dressed in black leather, blonde wigs, and chained to the monkey bars. (Oh, there is one dude wearing a blue dress and a blindfold. He hangs by his wrists from the ceiling and shouts, "Whoop me til I'm good Mama Hillary, whoop me til I'm good...I've been a baaaaad boy!") The last thing they seem to remember clearly is partying at a New Orleans bordello.
Apparently, Cat is also a madam and she had these poor guys drugged by slipping cough syrup in their kool-aid. Of course it was mushroom brewed kool-aid, but it was apparently very good...they had the red stuff. They all “crashed”, one after the other, on the artificial chests of prostitutes who turned out to be guys in drag. One of them (there are 4) said he remembers everything and that all 4 of them had engaged in sex with Clyde, the big redneck dude that Cat pays to keep the boys in line. But the others all deny the entire man/woman episode, for obvious reasons. But, there are pictures of Horse and the blow up doll, he can't get those away from Zed.
They wanted me to get their story out even though it means certain retribution. But Zed kind of likes Clyde now and the horse guy is strutting like a peacock...literally. They say he just keeps walking around with his little pea cock saying, “They don’t call me Horse for nothing...uh huh....uh huh...” They actually are starting to relish the castigations but Cat has been rather neglectful in her treatment of them lately.
Actually, this is sort of a plea to her to come back to wherever these guys are and unlock the toy box. Cat, you've got to get back soon, these yahoos have run amuck.
They think that she’s in LA, harassing Nicolas Cage. But they said that it isn't HER idea, she’s under the control of Shemp, a very large bald man with a third nipple that is extremely sensitive. He has her wrist cuffed to his but they are wearing such bizarre clothing that no one notices one more chain.
And Cat can’t say anything because Shemp knows about the boys down in her cellar. She can't take a chance of drawing the attention of the police because there those boys sit, carrying out her orders, ever so eagerly. And they are all so melancholy since Zed started PMSing. Things are going slightly askew, the guy in the blue dress is starting to fall for Zed and Horse is surprised to find that he, himself, is jealous of Zed.
Oh, it's awful...they just want Cat to come back with the key so that they can get the French tickler out for Zed. He’s really into it and Cat has him on estrogen so he gets a little emotional if he doesn’t feel “satisfied” a little more frequently than the other boys. Everybody gets bored of doing him after a while and they tell him that he’s on his own but no one wants to hear him cry anymore so they want that damn French tickler. When they finally DO get it, they're gonna toss it at Zed and hope for the best.
Unfortunately, Cat pretty much has to do what Shemp says. Right now, he has her holed up in a motel on Hollywood Boulevard licking that third nipple of his. Last night she had to wear Cat lady eye make up, she did it once for $100 in a cheap hotel room filled with Japanese business-men...but Shemp just ordered her to do it last night. She used almost half of an eyeliner pencil. It was hideous. Now she can’t get it all off and she looks like a bit of a drug addict, but she’s really OK, she just needs a bath.
Cat, these boys needs you, they need your whip and your tender spikes. They count on you to make it “hurt so good”. Sure, they can play with each other for a while, but they need you to direct them. Otherwise, they’re just having wild and crazy sex-capades that could lead to permanent damage...and then what good will they be to you? Trust me, you don’t want to see one of those twisted, head-small peckers...“that kind of thing would send a young girl screaming into the night”. And...it isn't very easy to find a bunch of dim-witted men who will worship at your Cat-alter so consider that...they are not going to be easy to replace!
Just go back for a weekend (SOON!), give them the toy box key and make them watch you lick nipple man. Then EVERYBODY will be happy.
Oh, by the way, they appreciate the pink panties that you left them but were wondering if you could get your hands on 4 purple bustiers. I tried to talk them out of purple but Zed wants it, the hormones you know. Actually, the whole bustier thing is his idea, he seems to be growing boobs and he wants the rest of the guys to show their support for him by wearing the bustiers with him.
Oh, I have to tell you that I think that it was a bad idea to leave them with a TV that only gets Oprah and Lifetime. But that’s just my opinion.
As you say, “They’re your bitches.”
Well, my work here is done.
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 11:08 PM
5 Comments:
Huh? I'm confused. What does this mean?
It's an allegorical story about some truly sad, sad, little boys who are manipulated by a Pussy.
What a great blog. Hello. I have found your writings and wish to invite you to my site. Your writing is good and I will begin visiting here more often.
Care to collaborate?
Timothy,
Sure, I'd love to discuss that. Email me at Meg.kelso@gmail.com
See ya,
Meg
Regarding that Timothy Cullen website...is that meant to be comedic or satirical writing? I hope so!
http://bloglikeanegyptian.com/2006_08_01_archive.html
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