Rehashing the black NFL player who was peacefully asleep
So let's rewind in time a bit, and let me recap with a few excerpts from the original post "Russian Roulette: When a Stupid Shit Results in Finding Gems. In their correct chronological order. At any time you can click on the original post link with the last quote to read the entire original report.
1. "Anyways, one night, when headed towards Nana at around 9 ish, I had to take a serious dump from some burn your asshole Indian food I ate earlier ".
2. "I ended up taking a detour down Soi 5 and into the Amari Boulevard Hotel to use their bathrooms ".
3. "This was the first time I had been inside the Amari Boulevard and it was jackpot ".
4. "That was their cue to who they really are and it means "game on ".
5. " I need not say more, you just have to be really good at understanding hidden meanings and the subliminal messages sent when hunting ".
6. "They wanted 3000 each for a threesome, but I countered them with 2000 each plus tip and a promise to see them as much as I could while I was staying at this same hotel as they ".
[QUOTE=MonkeyPaw;2240304]They agreed and escorted me up to their room on the 7th floor because in my room had my American black buddy, who was a former NFL player, quietly and peacefully asleep.[/QUOTE]The last quote above was what got "them" to come from out under the bridge to face-off with the GOATs again. If you don't know what the heck I am referring to. Here' s a link to the wonderful tale of 3 Billy Goats Gruff.
[QUOTE=MonkeyPaw;2233785]Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was "Gruff. " [/QUOTE]I could be horribly wrong, which I have been before, but Monkeypaw thinks any reader with a smudge of intellect, mixed with some common sense, and a dash of "game" could probably figure out the intent of the last quote with pretend my buddy, the black NFL football player, in my pretend room at the to hotel, which I didn't belong. If that might be asking too much, which I have asked before, then it is a simple as them re-reading 1-6 again. I've said this many times before, we are not all on the same playing field with the same powers. And yes knowledge is power, so saying "well I didn't know" can't be used as an excuse. But one thing for sure, this stirred up the pot and brought some life to a thread that had been left dead for a week. Didn't want it to die off with a dud post with me being from the planet of the apes, Monkeypaw doesn't go out like that.
As promised, instead of getting in any type of exchange with folks, I'll just do the nice thing and hand out some awards and honors a little later. That way it eases up the tension on those up tight panties. Call this a professional courtesy considering all the dynamic possibilities that I can do with this wonderful mind God has bestowed upon me. Reminds me of a junior version of my Hollywood hero, Hannibal Lecter, who has the capability to literally mindfuck someone to the point where they will chew off their own face and wash it down with a glass of warm milk. All because he considers them rude by his own definition, not giving a shit about what they thought. The mind is a such a powerful thing to have, especially when you are able to control others like good ole Hannibal.
And by the way, I do apologize to "some". Just because I never responded back to your tits with my tats, I still paid quite the attention to the needy. I took my inspiration to do it this way when reading about the Fogey Awards in Bare Magazine this past weekend. And since it also is nearing time for the Hollywood Films Award, I thought I would give all this an entertainment flair, because so many on here have kept me, for lack of a better word, "entertained. " Reminds me of when I was a small child, and I was handed down TEKNO, the robotic dog, to play with. But it was used, old, and required 4 AA batteries shoved up its ass to get it going and act right. I out grew that simple minded robotic dog toy, and then when I got older, my dad got me this stubborn as fuck, black and white, but more white, blue eyed Siberian Husky, who howled and whined all the time for hamburgers. She even gave me this tilted head, "what the fuck look" when the greasy burgers were missing bacon and cheese. Spoiled, evil dog. Food food food was all it barked about. Huskies can be tough to bring up, but I eventually broke her and she became obedient and trained.
She was so much more fun after that. Our favorite game was hide and seek. She was always lost, wandering the house aimlessly, sniffing, howling, in search of God knows who, because I was in my room, doors shut, and asleep. Now as an adult, and as someone who gets bored easily, I was told, I'the either have to find new toys to play with or find new ways to play with old toys. Too difficult, so I now I just travel with my teddy bear, fuck a hot girl every now and then, do a bit of charity, and write up reports. And in the process, I've been lucky to have made a few keyboard buddies that I need to appreciate and honor from time to time. Anyways, in the up coming day or two, let me recognize those who took the time out of their busy day to follow me and comment on my reports.