BACK BY UNPOPULAR DEMONS (in my head!) pt. 2

pictured it kittens...it's now 2015 and we are in the year of the our lord

VADER's apprentice...as KYLO REN slashed his way thru the theater receipts fer the return of the sequel trilogy in the STAR WARS universe "THE FORCE AWAKENS" pull'n in a teeny weeny 2 bill at the box offices...

 british beauty ADELE returned to the music scene with her triumphant "power ballad" which basically was about gett'n closure to past loves or ANY random cock-suck'n-mutha-fuck'n-pig-slutt'n whore who may have done you wrong just the day before...and i didn't mean to Dr. Suess that last part that's just how my mind works (though frankly...i was more a fan of the dj remix myself)

and i had finally upgraded to the current insanity by become'n a hypnotized hemorrhoidal hopper jump'n aboard the technotoxic train known as the smart phone (cuz everyone apparently had issues watch'n me use'n the easy bake oven flip phone fer my choice of communicado)

though my dumb (yet still supple and pleasantly plump i might add) A-double snakes internally has a absofuckinglutely psychotic SALLY FIELDS melt-down everytime the fuck'n phone asks me fer a damn update to this very day!

in case you just decided to get with the program already in progress...

get a ticket to the catch-up train kitten and click here fer pt. 1 

oh yea one more thing...since i'm not doin a weekly reminder on ANY of

my many social media platforms these days (well...cuz i've gone bi...ummm lemme clarify that one...bi-weekly that is) if you wanna stay in touch with my psychologically insane philanthropic communicational endeavors and get a reminder when a new post drops...simply click the FOLLOW button under the STALKERS section to the left of my blog to stay up to date (you never know what free potentially harmful advice i'll expel from my cerebral cortex to appease yer menial existence) 

<---------- so click the FOLLOW button right over there approximately 5 inches up to the left under the STALKERS section kitten...DO IT NOW!

and now exactly what you been wait'n fer...the unbearable conclusion to... 

BACK BY UNPOPULAR DEMONS (in my head!) pt. 2

so after a few months into my newly acquired trilogy of terror follow'n me

around like a dreadful demon from H-E-double hockey stix...an equally demoralize'n demon that i so aptly referred to as Sallie May Day-Hat... 

who also happened to be the Thelma to my Louise at the moment...had convinced me to sign up fer yet another reason to disassociate myself with society and the lost art of verbally charged communicational skills by hopp'n onto the GRINDR train-wreck!

after create'n my profile....i decided to dive into the deep end of depravity

by accumulate'n as many "fans" as possible...it was like an anal retentive rubiks cube try'na decipher between the dear abby readers want'n a relationship to the daily dick swapp'n ass eaters collect'n another hole on their red door clinic punch card...and lemme tell you...

like a junkie to heroin...i was hooked!

a few months into the "hung"er or not games...i was unceremoniously  

summoned by a simple acknowledgement from a random chest shot inform'n me that they knew who i was (well that was back when my mugshot was readily available...unlike today fer very obvious reasons)

of course i had asked him to simply identify himself or just move along...

and after a few tic-tac-doh! messages...turns out my insta oatmeal interest was my craigslist catastrophe from a couple years earlier that evidently wanted to try and rekindle the unemotional wreckage he caused after inform'n me that his current tweety twat he was now ceremoniously attached to fer the past 2 years was a swinger like him

initially i will admit that i had zero interest in rekindle'n this fire of fickleness

BUTT...after a few relentless months

i finally was broken down and ate my morally corrupt indignation salad

loaded with plenty of passe' farver beans and a cautiously optimistic chianti when i decided to meet them both out fer a nite on the town to shoot the shit...as it were!

turns out she seemed to be (by all my already low standards) someone 

worth gett'n to know on a trial basis...she was the temu version of JOAN JETT's doppelganger with her jet black locks and smoked out eyeliner and had that buy one get one free personality that is lack'n in most people these days...that is until my past "bad reputation" went to get us cosmo's and his current "crimson and clover" point blank says to me "i think it would be really hot to watch you fuck my husband"

ummm yea...well here's the thing regard'n my "indiscretionary" life choices

if you wanna participate in any kinda ring around the rosey with a pocket full of dick with me...ya gotta come equipped with the same plumb'n...NO EXEMPTIONS or P-E-R-I-O-D pieces allowed!

regardless of this very blatant request to have me expose my very throat 

plunge'n abilities fer her lil rectal reindeer games...i proceeded to become a regular gobble'n grifter over the next few years at their dinner table...

spend'n time with their very diverse yet downright delightful demons...

even gett'n convinced to go on a 3 hour tour with them practically every other weekend durin' the boat'n season along the St Croix..that is until one year JOAN would become absent the entire summer as we set sail and by the winter of 2024 i had received an out of left field urgent text in the middle of the nite

i was only stay'n minutes away from my cautionary casanova's one cold

and dark wintery even'n...watch'n my sibling's offspring's offsprings' 

(you do the math)

so i swiftly texted him back to just gimme a ringy dingy...nevertheless...he vehemently insisted that i had to speak with him in person...PRONTO!

well...lemme tell you...i hadn't heard this particular urgency in someone's

text ever since the red door clinic sent me an email say'n i was personally named in a "situation" some 20 years ago and needed to come in fer a "visit" 

oooookay...FINE!

just when you thought you were finally gett'n to the end of this already

longer than PETER OSTRUM's career conclusion that should'a ended before it began...

OOPS! i did it again! tune in next time fer the REAL excruciate'n final finale to BACK BY UNPOPULAR DEMONS (in my head!) 

now GET OFF MY DRESS!

ps...ummm...don't make me take my belt off...hit that FOLLOW button on yer left approximately a foot and a half up N-O-W! (cuz i ain't send'n out pt. 3 or any others that follow in the future)

***BREAK'N SNEWZ***

apparently if yer read'n this from yer hand held device while make'n yer daily sacrificial meatloaf to yer porcelain god...you have to click on the "view web version" below the pink box with the word HOME in it at the end of this utterly fascinate'n story to get to the FOLLOW button page!

SHAKE YER GROOVE THING

oh the 70's...what a deliciously self indulgent decade it was...fer many

 it was all about...roller disco's...disco balls and 8 balls!

however...fer many though...it was about their very high intolerance at family picnics with yer aunt Orlean's lime jell-o with mixed veggies topped  

with mayonnaise and the equally very high libido while try'na find the best visual stimulation's fer their personal fornicational fantasies...the tintinnabulation bells rang out in my head like a sexually frustrated tabernacle choir durin' my tenderly supple pre teen years cause'n much needed relief in my briefs so my granimals weren't filled with goo when my poly flairs...flared up more than some massage therapists eczema

thanx to Orioles baseball pitcher JIM PALMER who i discovered look'n past the vomitous JANE RUSSELL cross my heart bra ads in those thick JC Penny catalogs Joan used to get in the mail when he was the underwear daddy spokesmodel of JOCKEY unmentionables...which without the proper train'n and use of spermicidal jams and jellies...gave a whole new mean'n to the word "carpet burns" that is until you learned of the many mysteries of mayonnaise but that wouldn't happen fer another 10 years

so let's take a long look back at who was hot that made them trot back

then in tonite's episode of masturbatory theater: 70's edition

the easiest go-to to get-off and get to count'n those sheep...was of course

the impeccably delectably original throat plunger...the long dong teeter-totter sidewinder of them all mr. JOHN HOLMES who gave you more than enough bang fer yer buck with his alleged 3rd leg measure'n in at roughly 13 1/2 inches make'n many closet cases hitchhike'n to heaven on those cold lonely nites

outside of JOHNY's dearly departed throat plunger...let's look back at some of the other hotties from the heydays of hedonistic pleasures

to make you bake yer batter in the boudoir...too young to join his older brothers in the super group of the 70's "THE BEE GEES" ANDY GIBB would find fame and fortune break'n out on his own with hits like "I JUST WANT TO BE YOUR EVERYTING" and "SHADOW DANCING" and made many bell bottomed boys wanna go down under this aussie's bvd's and run their fingers thru his flaxen feathered hair

known simply as the man of steel durin' the 70's...CHRISTOPHER REEVES jumped to new heights in a single bound in the movie "SUPERMAN" cause'n many kids in their khaki's to go crazy when he appeared on screen saran wrapped in those famously tight red jockeys leave'n almost nothing to the imagination

with hollyweird hits like "DELIVERANCE" and "SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT" under his belt durin' the 1970's...BURT REYNOLDS was the talk of tinsel town legends...however his titillation spread in COSMOPOLITAN magazine in 1972 made him the "daddy" that almost delivered it all

start'n out as a simple carpenter HARRISON FORD would go on to be the 7th highest gross'n mega star of all time make'n 9 billion plus in sales world wide with his films but will always be best known as the swash buckle'n smuggler of the millennium falcon who "made the kessel run in less than 12 parsecs" in the mega space soap opera of all time "STAR WARS" that had many in the 70s begg'n to be smuggled aboard his falcon by HAN himself 

become'n an international icon at just 26 years old was no small feet however MARK HAMILL would manage to whip up a frenzy whipp'n out his lightsaber across the galaxy fer the next 40 years thanx to the role as teenage spank wanker LUKE SKYWALKER in the space epic known as "STAR WARS" and there was no shortage of tulip sniffers both young and not so young thru-out the galaxy in 1977 that wanted a taste of his lightsaber

already roll'n into his "daddy" status by the time the 70's hit...CLINT EASTWOOD's lead role as San Fran's police inspector "dirty" Harry Callahan in the action packed thriller "DIRTY HARRY" (which would later regurgitate into 4 more fer the franchise) and then played an escapee in the true life thriller "ESCAPE FROM ALCATRAZ" that most could practically smell his masculinity permeate'n from the screen and lemme just say...CLINT turned many a wood from east to north that decade and made many "mary's" desperate fer any "dirty harry" to try and escape from their "alcatraz" before bed time

BUTT that ain't all...

musicians and movie stars weren't the only ones make'n men splatter 

their baby batter all over their macramé plant holder above their bed...insert american spanish omlet ERIK ESTRADA who was voted as one of the 10 sexiest bachelors of 1979 by PEOPLE magazine thanx to his role as hot to trot highway cop FRANK PONCHARELLO in the crime drama "CHIPS" and trust me when i say...let the "CHIPS" fall where i lay

not to be overshadowed in a family consist'n of 3 half maxi pads while bein' the middle child of 3 brothers and a schizophrenic maid...curly cued raven locked teenaged hottie PETER BRADY from the 70's campy classic comedy series "THE BRADY BUNCH" was played by the adorably crushable CHRISTOPHER KNIGHT who had all the looks...the luck and a lot to fill out his plaid pants 

fuck those saccharinated double mint blonde bitches on bikes hawk'n that shitty stale tin foiled treat...the ONLY (non) twins you wanted to double yer pleasure with in the late 70's was with those probationary moonshine'n close calescent cousins BO and LUKE DUKE down in hazzard county on the popular series "DUKES OF HAZZARD" (and boy...did they put a hitch in my giddy-up every friday nite when it was time to count sheep)

though not all head turners and trouser tighteners hadda have a chest full of hair and impeccably placed pecs...some salami smackers wanted a psychologically colorful high heeled hottie to turn on their nether regions at nite...christened ZIGGY STARDUST in '71 on the 5th release of his studio album DAVID BOWIE would gender fuck his way thru the music world fer roughly 3 years end'n his creation with the release of the motion picture "ZIGGY STARDUST AND THE SPIDERS FROM MARS"

there u have it…my top 10 inchers fer those pocket pinchers of the 1970s

now if you wood...excuse me while i huff and puff and blow someone else's house down fer some pocket change so puhleez 

GET OFF MY DRESS!