Reschedule?????

What……whatchu mean reschedule? Oh….o.k…….well yeah….ummmm….o-kaayyy.

Naw…..FUCK you and your reschedule. Kiss my muthahfuckin’ ass on some reschedule type shit. Fa’ real.

Aight….I’m bout to take this back to my “Dry Ground” philosophy. I just got the whole lets reschedule thing handed down to me. We had this ish all planned from like almost a week ago…on some “Well next week I don’t have to get up early for work on Sat., so we can chill longer next Friday.” She brought it up….not the BULLY. The BULLY was pretty geeked. I think there is some bullshit in the middle of this by how she laid it out. I talked to her early in the morning, and she was like "Yeah, I might have to leave work early to make sure I get everything done that I need to get done and still come see you". I feel like this might have turned into a stand up and sure enough it did. And then, when she told me she wasn't gonna be able to come up I asked if she wanted me to just come down there later and then she just said "Naw...we can just reschedule." I know it was bullshit. I know its bullshit on the level of something else coming up other than what she told me. What does she have to lie about to me....hmmmmmm?

The BULLY really misses intimacy and was sooooo gonna try to get his cizzuddle on….and was damn sure gonna try to give out some of that Strokezilla action. I been really wanting to bust some guts for the past two weeks. Me and the ex.. I’m tonbout THE ex got our relations on late late one Sunday night….and then again in the morning just before work, Monday morning. It was good. Real good. I don’t want to keep doing that cause I don’t feel right about it. She is trying to get super right with God and I know she still has feelings for me…more than I still have for her so I feel like I am screwing her over on 2 fronts. So there was that and ol girl that just asked to reschedule got to bringing up what it was like when I was giving her some of that Strokezilla.

Its been almost a year since I have had any semblance of a real relationship of any sorts. So its been that long since I have had any serious smash sessions. The rescheduler (actually I gave her a name last year….I called her Bi-Chick) brought up how we used to smash like 3 times in a night, wake up in the morning, do it again…have her going to work all late and stuff and all that. Honestly yall, I had forgotten how much of a sexual beast I had become…..The next regular chick is sooooo gonna be in trouble. I got to thinking about it and the smash session that comes to mind as most memorable with was when I did her on the edge of her couch. I think this was some real hot freakery type stuff.

What I did was have her scoot to the edge of the sofa….just so her thingthing was off the endge. I then got on my knee(s) in front of her and slid it in that way. I held her by the back of her neck with one hand to kinda hold her from laying back and so I could maintain eye contact with her….that and so we could both maintain eye contact with Steve going in and out.

Damn….I wanna do that girl again.

And she has a nipple fetish…….Oh my…..

I need a new regular partner…one that is as sexual as me. Not just some chick that likes to fuck a lot. I need a straight up touchy feely, sensual, passionate, intimacy loving, sexual ass chick.

If yall know any that like big cocky Negro’s that kinda look like Ving Rhames/Jerome Bettis please send them my way. (oh, and I don’t like them real skinny girls….and I don’t like them real fat girls neither. I like that hourglass shape. I mean if Tocara had some hips, thighs and booty to go with them Thangs I would prolly bust on my self at the sight of her….You know it’s a damn shame…all that women and not much of a womanly shape.)

Opinionated Diva…..

You want me to make another post, huh? (you should read my post from September 19, 2005 the third paragraph like thing in particular)



I guess I got some blog worthy ish to write about. I also guess you guys can blame Shug from http://shugaorspice.blogspot.com/ for me not posting so much. (Since I cant post from work I end up just writing what happened to me over the weekend and sending it to Shug and then forget about it) Matter of fact this blizzog entry is gonna be based upon an e-mail that I sent my home girl…..I’ll call her “Tall Girl”. I call her that cause she is tall and she is a girl. Sometimes she calls me “short boy”. I’m not really short, she is just tall as shit. I think a better descriptive nickname for me would be “Strokezilla”. For real.

My stroke is sooooo serious. My stroke induces this little thing that I will call “Insta-Moan”. You all know what an insta-moan is…..well if you don’t then I feel terribly sorry for you and it also sucks cause that means you haven’t had sex with the BULLY. “Insta-Moan” is when upon first full stroke I hear the lady let out an OOOOOohhhhhhh.

Yeah……Strokezilla.

Oh, back to the story/e-mail thing. This is about one of the chicks from the last post. The chick that came over after I told the first one not to come over. ….Yeah, I didn’t feel like kicking it by myself and didn’t have anyone else to kick it with that night.

Ha…..this happened on a Saturday night..I had called her on Thursday to see if she wanted to kick it on Friday eve. She said she would need to get back with me, so I told her to hit me up on her break the next day to let me know. (Her break has been around 10am) She calls me up around 3:30pm on Friday like “What time do I need to show up?”
So I’m like “What are you talking about?”
“You said you wanted to hang out tonight.”
“Ooohh, you were supposed to call me on your break…..I have made other plans.”
“What…..”
“Yeah, (you) should’ve called sooner”
SCENE

Anyway, we end up linking up on Sat. night and she ends up actin an ass, so eventually I follow suit.

Here is what I sent Tall Girl in the E-mail. It was my work e-mail account, that’s why there isn’t really any cursing.

Yeeeaaah, my weekend was a trip, too. I got kinda silly in the club on Friday night……I’ll tell you about that later. Saturday night I invited some chick out to the country/kinda hood club in Cairo. It was my second time kickin’ it with ol’ girl and probably the last. She already knew what type of spot it was to begin with, but when we got there she was all like “…Oh my God….I didn’t know it was like this….blah blah blah”. I’m like “Whatever, Negro, you are from Polk County”. We go in, and she ends up just wanting to sit down. I stand around for a minute and then walk off.

I get her on the floor for a hot minute, she halfway dances, but keeps her distance. After a couple of songs she complains about her feet hurting and goes and sits back down. (This chick has spent maybe 30 mins. total on her feet. How were her feet hurting her that fast?) There were a couple of times where I stopped to talk to people and she would just keep on walking…so, of course, I would just take my extra sweet time before getting back to her and then tell her how rude she was.

I drove her by the job, she told me that I didn’t do anything and then compared my position to her data entry position. I then rode on her for her data entry position. I got pulled at a DUI checkpoint, blew, got back in the truck laughing and smiling and then we made it to a truck stop for her to use the bathroom. I BS’ed with a trucker and the dude that worked there, got caught looking down some woman’s top (I mean really, I had my finger pulling open the top of her blouse….don’t ask how this got started in some random behind truckstop in the middle of south Ga. late late one night). We make it back to my place, I tell her that she is more than welcome to sleep over, instead of driving all the way back to Tally, she still says she wants to leave. I let her out of the truck and take my behind to Wa Ho. (I had driven off before she even got in her truck….I know, I know…I should not have done that, but I did)

I got to BSing with the folk at Wa Ho about cars, went and got mine, took some dude for a quick ride, then he gave me a ride in his scary…..I mean super scary fast behind car, I BS’ed a little more, then I took my behind home ate and went to sleep.

Oh, and I bought some homemade Jelly at the truckstop.

I hope this was good enough for the DEEV-AH

-StrokeZilla

The BULLY is SAD!!!!

Yeah man, so it CAN happen. Not mad and sad just kinda sad.

So, yeah, this chick that I kicked it with about a year ago came up to kick it with me tonight. I have brought her up in a blog before, but never anything extensive...I called her Bi-Chick. Anyway, after I first stopped kicking it with her towards the middle of last summer to kick it with Triflin' Chick I got to thinking about how she was a good fun chick. Maybe not THE right chick for me to wifey up, but still a good chick. She came up here and we went out and had a few drinks and dinner and then went to this party/first friday in the little ass town that I work in. I spent way more money on her for dinner and drinks then I have ever done, but I rationalized it out cause I thought she was a good chick. Honestly she is the only chick in a long time whose motives I didn't question, I guess I kinda trusted her. Thats huge cause the Muthafuckin' BULLY don't trust no women. I even told her that I thought she was a good chick and that I didn't question her agenda and reinforced that with the whole "I don't trust women" thing.

So after dinner we headed over to the party, it was all to the good. She gets my type of humor and is a smart ass back to me, I'm digging it. We leave the party early, come back to the spizzot, she goes and pees and says "I'm gonna go."

What?

I'm gonna go home...

What... are you really gonna leave?

Yeah, I'm straight....I'll make it.

Naw, just stay here, its cool.

No, I'm just gonna go home, I gotta go to work tomorrow.

Yeah, at 12. Just get in the bed.

We went back and forth a few times, but she still left. And I got sad.

I am sad. I wasn't worried about fucking her, not really. I would have been plenty happy to just cuddle and get a little pat and tickle going. But she still left.

I'm going through some sort of funk or something. She came all the way from Tallahassee to T-ville, and then decided to go back home. What the fuck? It was her idea to come up here in the first place. What the fuck?

Ok, so yeah, she has been dating some dude for 8 or 9 months, but so. I don't give a shit. I'm the MUTHAFUCKIN' BULLY. I take precedence over all that shit, especially when YOU KNOW YOU are having a good time with me.

So now I am starting to get mad some. Cause I know she is going over to that pussyass musician dude that she has been seeing for damn near a year. Fuck him. Fuck her....where the fuck is my JT Money CD? (that pimpin on wax album gets me through when females upset me....Ho problems aint no problem....don't hate the game cause ain't gon solve 'em)

I'm sad yo.

Did the only chick that I actually thought was a good chick play me? Or did this good chick just do the right thing by not stay the night with me and going to the other dude of 8 or 9 months.

I don't give a shit either way cause I am the ONE that is sad. I even told her that I was sad for her to leave, but oh fucking well.

I've been doing this good guy shit for like all year.....bout to get tired of it.

FUCK!!!!!

I'm out. I'm gonna go take my dog for a long ass walk right now...at 230 in the a.m. and clear my head.

Fuck being nice!!

-the MUTHAFUCKIN' BULLY