Sorry but that story = talking shit about Goodrum and his ex. It reveals more about the writer than Goodrum. ::)
The story is pure filt!
Ha-ha! Very nice, FF ;Dno its fucking sad ff has nothing to do but think of a black gay
You've managed to capture the tender, tragic, and tortured l'essence d'Goodrum: a very dark truffle in a bowl of cold vichysoisse.
Bravo.
If you do not win The Pulitzer Prize for none fiction, then there whole literary system needs to be overhauled.
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no its fucking sad ff has nothing to do but think of a black gay
I was going to ask Ron to take the thread down but now I realize that FF pretty much is obsessed with me and my ex-husband. Pathetic... :P
I was going to ask Ron to take the thread down but now I realize that FF pretty much is obsessed with me and my ex-husband. Pathetic... :P
didn't read it when I woke up as I knew it would be a good one... Should have a golden font for such golden tales!
Fitness Frenzy should read write a book about Goodrum and Tbombz.
Ha-ha! Very nice, FF ;D
You've managed to capture the tender, tragic, and tortured l'essence d'Goodrum: a very dark truffle in a bowl of cold vichysoisse.
Bravo.
I am very happy that you guys like my story. :)
And for Basile and Johnny Falcon, I encourage you to write a more funny and well-written story than mine. If not, then your criticism is just empty words.
Why not write a story about your pathetic self? Leave Goodrum's ex out of this. He isn't part of this forum and you should know better.
That story sucked and sounded really low class. How would you know what a gay guy would do?
You go to Facebook and elsewhere and harvest photos and info then post some of it here if you think some of the flotsam will laugh. So you are the resident town fool
who is here to keep everyone amused? You also delight in trying to embarrass others. You have mentioned people in my family and that is clearly stepping
over the civility line. You are a guy who has to remain anonymous for his own safety.
You mean your mum didn't have any insurance. Otherwise you would have jumped on them from the start and not wonder about how to find $2000.
Btw, I reported those posts re Blackstone Labs as scam. Did it as a joke but glad to see you were given the boot for it.
Goodrum's mom isn't part of this forum either. So using your own words, you too "should know better" before attacking and critizing her.:
Basile, I would have some level of respect for you if you were a honest man with integrity, but that is not the case. As I pointed out above, you criticise other people for doing behaviour that you also exhibit yourself. Thus, I don't care what you call me or tell me, whatsoever.
I don't need some anonymous asshole's respect on Getbig. Hope this helps.
it seems you do the way you melt down and avoid my arguments.
Why not write a story about your pathetic self? Leave Goodrum's ex out of this. He isn't part of this forum and you should know better.
That story sucked and sounded really low class. How would you know what a gay guy would do?
You go to Facebook and elsewhere and harvest photos and info then post some of it here if you think some of the flotsam will laugh. So you are the resident town fool
who is here to keep everyone amused? You also delight in trying to embarrass others. You have mentioned people in my family and that is clearly stepping
over the civility line. You are a guy who has to remain anonymous for his own safety.
Fitness Frenzy, can you write a story about Goodrum and Tbombz? Perhaps a story about them meeting in a bar or club.
I was going to ask Ron to take the thread down but now I realize that FF pretty much is obsessed with me and my ex-husband. Pathetic... :Ppussy ass rat.
Fitness Frenzy, can you write a story about Goodrum and Tbombz? Perhaps a story about them meeting in a bar or club.
by the way, let me know if you guys would like me to write a story about anthing else, for instance:
- Basile's daily life
- Wiggs
- Falcon's night out
.. anything else you can think of
It is late in the evening, and Melvin Goodrum sits restlessly in front of his computer screen. He is just putting some finishing touches on Vince Basile's NAMBLA website. "That old asshole, he thinks to himself.". "I will get him this time". The day has been filled with many tasks, including stocking shelves at the local Walmart. The cans of sardines were particularly tricky today, since some of the cans were leaking. It was, however, not all bad since the smell of the rotten fish reminded Melvin of an unwashed trucker who once fisted him at a Sylva truck stop. "He really knew how to stimulate my g-spot, Melvin thinks to himself".
It is not long before Melvin realizes that he would like to go out into the night and have a little adventure. He pushes the plate with leftover chicken breast to the side and gets up from his worn computer chair. As he changes from his Garfield slippers into some dress shoes with "Venom Vince Versace" sewn on them, he ponderes where he left the key to his 1998 Jaguar. It has some rust and the exhaust is broken, but he loves it nonetheless.
When he finds the keys, Melvin goes outside and squats down into the low Jaguar. As the engine starts and gives out a roar, he nods his head. An old 2Pac CD starts to blast on the stereo, and Melvin rolls down the window, as he drives away from his trailer home. This reminds him of the driving scenes from the Jim Jarmusch film "Ghost Dog: The way of the Samurai".
He drives around the town of Sylva until he stops outside a small home. A person inside the house is bent over and sewing something, which looks like a witch's hat. What looks to be incense fills up the room with a thick smoke. He can also hear the band Slayer playing quite loudly. The person inside the house is Melvin's ex-boyfriend, a local hairdresser. Ever since they broke up a while back, Melvin's heart has been filled with anger and sadness.
Melvin watches the man for a while before he removes his hand from the wheel of the Jaguar, and puts it on his jeans. Then, he slowly unbottons his jeans and licks his index and middle finger. Melvin now puts the two sticky fingers inside his pants, and when they reach his anus, he pushes them inside, as his sphincter opens slowly.
As he moves his fingers back and forth, stimulating his anus, he watches the man inside the house. Despite the lovely anal sensation he feels, Melvin also starts to cry, being reminded about the sadness of the break up.
Suddenly, Melvin feels unwell in his stomach. It must be from the expired can of red bull that he was drinking earlier. He got them cheap since they were expired. Not long after this, Melvin feels a huge fart building up. His two fingers are still inside his ass. As the fart blows out of his ass, soon thereafter, his sphincter opens more fully, thus leaving his two fingers in a vacuum of air inside his anus. As his two fingers are just floating in this air, Melvin thinks: "This must be how tbombz feels most of the time, since his anus has been pounded by many, many men".
As the harsh smell of the fart fills the Jaguar, he decides that he should quit stalking his ex. Instead, he puts the car in drive and presses the accelerator. "Lets see what the motherfuckers have been up to on Getbig, he thinks to himself."
The Jaguar rolls slowly but steadily into the night and the stars shine on it, as it caresses the asphalt of Sylva.
better then game of thrones.
part 2?
there might be a part two. However, I am planning on writing a story about tbombz next time. I am already trying to build a plot and makes notes.
So this is kinda what inspires you, fags on a messageboard? Not that there's everything wrong with that.
It is late in the evening, and Melvin Goodrum sits restlessly in front of his computer screen. He is just putting some finishing touches on Vince Basile's NAMBLA website. "That old asshole, he thinks to himself.". "I will get him this time". The day has been filled with many tasks, including stocking shelves at the local Walmart. The cans of sardines were particularly tricky today, since some of the cans were leaking. It was, however, not all bad since the smell of the rotten fish reminded Melvin of an unwashed trucker who once fisted him at a Sylva truck stop. "He really knew how to stimulate my g-spot, Melvin thinks to himself".
It is not long before Melvin realizes that he would like to go out into the night and have a little adventure. He pushes the plate with leftover chicken breast to the side and gets up from his worn computer chair. As he changes from his Garfield slippers into some dress shoes with "Venom Vince Versace" sewn on them, he ponderes where he left the key to his 1998 Jaguar. It has some rust and the exhaust is broken, but he loves it nonetheless.
When he finds the keys, Melvin goes outside and squats down into the low Jaguar. As the engine starts and gives out a roar, he nods his head. An old 2Pac CD starts to blast on the stereo, and Melvin rolls down the window, as he drives away from his trailer home. This reminds him of the driving scenes from the Jim Jarmusch film "Ghost Dog: The way of the Samurai".
He drives around the town of Sylva until he stops outside a small home. A person inside the house is bent over and sewing something, which looks like a witch's hat. What looks to be incense fills up the room with a thick smoke. He can also hear the band Slayer playing quite loudly. The person inside the house is Melvin's ex-boyfriend, a local hairdresser. Ever since they broke up a while back, Melvin's heart has been filled with anger and sadness.
Melvin watches the man for a while before he removes his hand from the wheel of the Jaguar, and puts it on his jeans. Then, he slowly unbottons his jeans and licks his index and middle finger. Melvin now puts the two sticky fingers inside his pants, and when they reach his anus, he pushes them inside, as his sphincter opens slowly.
As he moves his fingers back and forth, stimulating his anus, he watches the man inside the house. Despite the lovely anal sensation he feels, Melvin also starts to cry, being reminded about the sadness of the break up.
Suddenly, Melvin feels unwell in his stomach. It must be from the expired can of red bull that he was drinking earlier. He got them cheap since they were expired. Not long after this, Melvin feels a huge fart building up. His two fingers are still inside his ass. As the fart blows out of his ass, soon thereafter, his sphincter opens more fully, thus leaving his two fingers in a vacuum of air inside his anus. As his two fingers are just floating in this air, Melvin thinks: "This must be how tbombz feels most of the time, since his anus has been pounded by many, many men".
As the harsh smell of the fart fills the Jaguar, he decides that he should quit stalking his ex. Instead, he puts the car in drive and presses the accelerator. "Lets see what the motherfuckers have been up to on Getbig, he thinks to himself."
The Jaguar rolls slowly but steadily into the night and the stars shine on it, as it caresses the asphalt of Sylva.
Hypothetically asking ............. 8)
In Australia what's the charge for urinating in public?
For example, in a casket at a funeral.
$ 230 on Manly corso / Manly beach , very often reported in Manly Daily 8)
$ 550 for urinating on police car :)
But tossing a chest deuce is legal....fair enough.::)
::)
I unfortunately cannot attend, but I plan on sending an arrangement that resembles the elusive blue stars that he rightfully deserves
Hypothetically asking ............. 8)
Pretty disrespectful thread. Even though Basile is a pretentious, condescending prick....he is a National Champion, and no one else on Getbig is.
BS, he is NOT Australian (National) BB Champion .
He was mr.Canada 1970 ( 45 years ago ::)) & he was NOT Canadian (National) Champion ;)
In Australia what's the charge for urinating in public?
For example, in a casket at a funeral.
Hypothetically asking ............. 8)
If you're Mr. Canada, you're the Canadian National Champion.
I think a penis rammed the roof of your mouth and dislodged your brain a little.
BS again, just like Mr.Universe winner is NOT World BB Champion.
Give that penis to your mom or fat Roz :D
Tony Abbott would give him a State Funeral. They'd use the one not used for Richie Benaud
I would happily offer my services as a pall bearer if the handles on the side of the casket allowed for supination of my biceps.Gold ;D ;D