Author Topic: Phil Heath - Obsession (Read 15207 times)

Juruth · « **on:** May 12, 2011, 11:30:19 AM »

Imagine being Phil Heath's belt boy from the days of college basketball and deflowering white chicks in the Black frat house to his discovery of the weight room and steroids. The hiphop blaring from his flashy car causing white men to clutch wifey's arm a little tighter as her snatch moistens eyeing his bulging brown forearm casually resting on the window sill. The hint of violence as he travels through the night life of a "playa" and the smell of his cologne intertwined with the pungent scent of a blunt. Oh, to die!

Brocty · « **Reply #1 on:** May 12, 2011, 12:24:24 PM »

Sounds like you had a raging boner while typing that

chunkramwell · « **Reply #2 on:** May 12, 2011, 05:59:09 PM »

Quote from: juruth on May 12, 2011, 11:30:19 AM

Imagine being Phil Heath's belt boy from the days of college basketball and deflowering white chicks in the Black frat house to his discovery of the weight room and steroids. The hiphop blaring from his flashy car causing white men to clutch wifey's arm a little tighter as her #girl moistens eyeing his bulging brown forearm casually resting on the window sill. The hint of violence as he travels through the night life of a "playa" and the smell of his cologne intertwined with the pungent scent of a blunt. Oh, to die!

Marty Champions · « **Reply #3 on:** May 12, 2011, 06:06:14 PM »

Quote from: juruth on May 12, 2011, 11:30:19 AM

Imagine being Phil Heath's belt boy from the days of college basketball and deflowering white chicks in the Black frat house to his discovery of the weight room and steroids. The hiphop blaring from his flashy car causing white men to clutch wifey's arm a little tighter as her #girl moistens eyeing his bulging brown forearm casually resting on the window sill. The hint of violence as he travels through the night life of a "playa" and the smell of his cologne intertwined with the pungent scent of a blunt. Oh, to die!

lolz

The_Iron_Disciple · « **Reply #4 on:** May 12, 2011, 06:13:44 PM »

Quote from: juruth on May 12, 2011, 11:30:19 AM

Imagine being Phil Heath's belt boy from the days of college basketball and deflowering white chicks in the Black frat house to his discovery of the weight room and steroids. The hiphop blaring from his flashy car causing white men to clutch wifey's arm a little tighter as her #girl moistens eyeing his bulging brown forearm casually resting on the window sill. The hint of violence as he travels through the night life of a "playa" and the smell of his cologne intertwined with the pungent scent of a blunt. Oh, to die!

Are you the guy that wrote those Branch Warren stories ?? What ever happened to Branch, anyways ??

#1 Klaus fan · « **Reply #5 on:** May 12, 2011, 07:00:30 PM »

Quote from: The_Iron_Disciple on May 12, 2011, 06:13:44 PM

Are you the guy that wrote those Branch Warren stories ?? What ever happened to Branch, anyways ??

He is now a cosmic figure traveling through dimensions.

Wiggs · « **Reply #6 on:** May 12, 2011, 07:02:12 PM »

Jewhit/Juruth...Great Perhaps a Kai story will be in the making?

Juruth · « **Reply #7 on:** May 13, 2011, 06:01:42 AM »

You find yourself on all fours...wiping down the chrome rims on Phil Heath's flashy car of the week. The homies have dropped by and they laugh at you and joke as your transluscent pale skin burns in the sun. The crew gather around a grill and throw on some steaks and light their blunts...you realize they have taken over the office jobs, the sales jobs, the lawyer jobs...their man is in the White House...and here you are dressing Phil Heath's tires...afraid to look up, you glance sideways at Phil's tree trunk thighs, and embrace your station in life. Next, the white chicks arrive and start laughing and joking with the brothas, and you wonder if you should ask Phil if you should fetch him a beer...

JasonH · « **Reply #8 on:** May 13, 2011, 06:08:00 AM »

ROFL!

makaveli25 · « **Reply #9 on:** May 13, 2011, 06:08:50 AM »

Quote from: juruth on May 13, 2011, 06:01:42 AM

You find yourself on all fours...wiping down the chrome rims on Phil Heath's flashy car of the week. The homies have dropped by and they laugh at you and joke as your transluscent pale skin burns in the sun. The crew gather around a grill and throw on some steaks and light their blunts...you realize they have taken over the office jobs, the sales jobs, the lawyer jobs...their man is in the White House...and here you are dressing Phil Heath's tires...afraid to look up, you glance sideways at Phil's tree trunk thighs, and embrace your station in life. Next, the white chicks arrive and start laughing and joking with the brothas, and you wonder if you should ask Phil if you should fetch him a beer...

Not cool story bro

_bruce_ · « **Reply #10 on:** May 13, 2011, 06:38:15 AM »

Hahahaha - Juruth delievers!

jaejonna · « **Reply #11 on:** May 13, 2011, 06:58:54 AM »

hahahaha lol at blunts being smoked

The_Iron_Disciple · « **Reply #12 on:** May 13, 2011, 09:48:25 AM »

Quote from: juruth on May 13, 2011, 06:01:42 AM

You find yourself on all fours...wiping down the chrome rims on Phil Heath's flashy car of the week. The homies have dropped by and they laugh at you and joke as your transluscent pale skin burns in the sun. The crew gather around a grill and throw on some steaks and light their blunts...you realize they have taken over the office jobs, the sales jobs, the lawyer jobs...their man is in the White House...and here you are dressing Phil Heath's tires...afraid to look up, you glance sideways at Phil's tree trunk thighs, and embrace your station in life. Next, the white chicks arrive and start laughing and joking with the brothas, and you wonder if you should ask Phil if you should fetch him a beer...

I am speechless.

MORE PLEASE !!!!!

Papper · « **Reply #13 on:** May 13, 2011, 10:20:55 AM »

Juruth is one of the most valuable posters of GB.

His Branch Warren short story - part 1 is his greatest work.

Keep it coming! It's ace!

Juruth · « **Reply #14 on:** September 03, 2012, 03:27:52 PM »

You feel crushed under the weight of Phil Heath's laundry as you stagger across the driveway with two mammoth bags of dirty clothes in your arms. You get to your neon blue Honda Fit hatchback and reach around the enormous bags, fumbling to lift the rear door, as the door goes up and open you fall forward with the laundry bags, your weak torso and spindly arms finally unburdened. You look to the side and eyeball Phil's Bentley, wondering where you went wrong. Then, from inside Phil's "crib" you hear the delighted squealing of a woman getting her brains fucked out by a XXX-Large horsecock. Phil's awake, you think to yourself.

BikiniSlut · « **Reply #15 on:** September 03, 2012, 03:31:44 PM »

Did anyone else think this was a mayor of bodybuilding thread?

Trapper_Slapper · « **Reply #16 on:** September 03, 2012, 03:47:35 PM »

Quote from: juruth on May 13, 2011, 06:01:42 AM

You find yourself on all fours...wiping down the chrome rims on Phil Heath's flashy car of the week. The homies have dropped by and they laugh at you and joke as your transluscent pale skin burns in the sun. The crew gather around a grill and throw on some steaks and light their blunts...you realize they have taken over the office jobs, the sales jobs, the lawyer jobs...their man is in the White House...and here you are dressing Phil Heath's tires...afraid to look up, you glance sideways at Phil's tree trunk thighs, and embrace your station in life. Next, the white chicks arrive and start laughing and joking with the brothas, and you wonder if you should ask Phil if you should fetch him a beer...

ROFL!!!

dj181 · « **Reply #17 on:** September 03, 2012, 04:44:57 PM »

this dude has massive talent

his jay cutler sending a text message to himself was priceless

Alex23 · « **Reply #18 on:** September 03, 2012, 04:53:03 PM »

Quote from: Brocty on May 12, 2011, 12:24:24 PM

Sounds like you had a raging boner while typing that

LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

worth logging in.

Wiggs · « **Reply #19 on:** September 03, 2012, 05:01:06 PM »

Lol....MAOR!!!!

Alex23 · « **Reply #20 on:** September 03, 2012, 05:02:55 PM »

Phil on Coleman:
"There will never another RC... whomever comes along with that much talent will chose to do something else, more lucrative"

Sums it up $:-\$

shiftedShapes · « **Reply #21 on:** September 03, 2012, 05:37:32 PM »

Quote from: #1 Klaus fan on May 12, 2011, 07:00:30 PM

He is now a cosmic figure traveling through dimensions.

do you mean the Shaper of Worlds? I can see the resemblance:

shiftedShapes · « **Reply #22 on:** September 03, 2012, 05:38:42 PM »

Quote from: juruth on September 03, 2012, 03:27:52 PM

You feel crushed under the weight of Phil Heath's laundry as you stagger across the driveway with two mammoth bags of dirty clothes in your arms. You get to your neon blue Honda Fit hatchback and reach around the enormous bags, fumbling to lift the rear door, as the door goes up and open you fall forward with the laundry bags, your weak torso and spindly arms finally unburdened. You look to the side and eyeball Phil's Bentley, wondering where you went wrong. Then, from inside Phil's "crib" you hear the delighted squealing of a woman getting her brains fucked out by a XXX-Large horsecock. Phil's awake, you think to yourself.

LOL

Alex23 · « **Reply #23 on:** September 03, 2012, 05:40:16 PM »

Quote from: shiftedShapes on September 03, 2012, 05:37:32 PM

do you mean the Shaper of Worlds? I can see the resemblance:

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hipolito mejia · « **Reply #24 on:** September 03, 2012, 05:43:39 PM »

Quote from: juruth on May 12, 2011, 11:30:19 AM

Imagine being Phil Heath's belt boy from the days of college basketball and deflowering white chicks in the Black frat house to his discovery of the weight room and steroids. The hiphop blaring from his flashy car causing white men to clutch wifey's arm a little tighter as her snatch moistens eyeing his bulging brown forearm casually resting on the window sill. The hint of violence as he travels through the night life of a "playa" and the smell of his cologne intertwined with the pungent scent of a blunt. Oh, to die!

So we have a Gay poet.....