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05
Misty in Phoenix
So Misty Anderson – whom I worship – is in Phoenix for the weekend shooting. I got to play photographer and I managed to grab take this photo Sunday afternoon…..
I’m not a big truck person, but she is…. that’s fine. I’ll just have to adjust once she accepts my hand in marriage.
Later Sunday night we went to hang out …..
I’m so in love with her…..
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Oct
05
Surprise Phone Call
First thing this morning I get a surprise phone call from – gasp! – Misty Anderson. SHE’S IN PHOENIX!
So I quickly got myself together, showered, and put on my best pair of shorts and headed out to her hotel where she’ll be staying for the next few days. Lucky me! I told her I would be right over and I swear she dressed up just for me – she knows I like hot women in tight shirts!
She’ll be here in town shooting for her website! And check this – I get to shoot her! More pix to follow!
Oct
05
Princess Cameron
It’s no big secret that my heart belongs to Misty Anderson……. But Cameron comes close. She lives near me and I get to see her often. I love women with tight little bodies and perky tits. She’s short and I love this; I imagine myself hitting her from behind. Or perhaps maybe her riding on top of me wearing nothing but a cowboy hat.
Cameron loves to dance. I mean it’s more than a hobby; It’s a way of life for her. She came over to my house one afternoon to film her dancing. Holy fucking shit. I thought this girl was gonna break her ass on my floor! There is a sample video of her dancing on her website.
She came to my birthday party in September and she danced for me on video. She can sing too!
Oct
05
Seven Virgins and a Mule
So I’m (legally) downloading music the other day and I come across “Karn Evil 9 1st Impression” by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer. And the lyrics go as follows:
Performing on a stool
We’ve a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
Seven virgins and a mule. When I say that phrase I think of Mexico, but it’s got to be something else. Can anyone help me here and explain this to me?
Oct
05
Very odd
And here all along I thought I was strange.
Getting a chick naked in your bathtub during your birthday party and covering her with chocolate pudding is one thing, but I’ve never had the desire to dress up like a fucking zebra. Zebras are gay.
Oct
05
New Orleans Smack Down
So the local police in New Orleans smacked down a black man. Fuckers.
They tried to arrest Robert Davis because he was drunk; Turns out he hasn’t had a drink in twenty-five years. He’s a retired school teacher. Opps. AND someone caught it on video tape – a reporter (thank God for freedom of the press!). They beat this guy down. Fuckers.
I have a lot of compassion for the police officers of New Orleans. They lost their houses, God knows what else, and are operating under a huge amount of stress. That’s too bad. But no matter what you don’t the right to smack down anyone no matter what color or sexual preferences they may or may not have. There is a huge difference between someone resisting arrest and someone getting beat; These officers punched this guy in the face and seemed to have no regrets. This makes Rodney King look like a walk in the park already.
So the officers pleaded “not guilty”. Fuckers. I saw you beating punching the guy in the face, and then hitting him again when he was laying on the ground in handcuffs with blood everywhere. The nation expects so much more of it’s police officers. If your not up to the task THEN GET THE FUCK OUT ALREADY.
The nation is watching. Lock these fucking cops up and throw away the keys already.
Oct
05
What happens in Vegas…..
You know the drill. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Here’s the pix of the morning after…..
A friend of mine had a party in Vegas. He turned thirty. Some of my friends have way too much money. He hired a DJ and a bartender for about thirty of his best friends.
With visions of a large amount of Jager in my mind, I hopped on my bike and rode 640 miles in two days – From Phoenix to Vegas and then back the following day. I’m thirty-seven years old… Yeah, I can keep up just fine thank you very fucking much.
So the party was a blast. My date had to cancel last moment (which involved a large amount of firemen!) but I managed to show up on time, got drunk, and cuddled with my new pal Trixie Racer. Trixie is this totally hot MILF who seems to get a great amount of pleasure in teasing me. Somebody got a spanking, one guy broke a chair, and one person passed out but thankfully what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas……
Oct
05
Corsets
Make no mistake about it, there is nothing sexier than a corset. Bikinis are revealing, mini skirts are hot, but nothing says “I want to fuck your brains out like a corset does”. If you come home to your better half and she’s wearing a corset you damn well know your getting fucked. And fucked hard.
Nothing beats a good corset.
This picture is brought to by my good friend Misty Anderson – Don’t tell me she’s not hot!
Oct
05
Small World
Many years ago when I was a young pup I saw an accident happen right before my eyes. I was driving down the freeway when a mini van in front me suddenly shot across the median and into oncoming traffic. The mini sideswiped a white Mustang, hit a pick up truck, and then hit head on a rather large truck. The white Mustang came towards me; I ended up also crossing the freeway and landed my beat up pick up truck in a ditch – on the other side of the freeway. I was fine and not concerned about damage to my truck, so I jumped out to see who needed help.
The mini van was upside down – and on fire. When cars catch fire they burn and burn good. There were four people in the mini van and no one was moving. Myself and another motorist was able to break in the back window and pulled two teenagers out. We were unable to help the two in the front seat because of the fire, which at this point was raging out of control and had also set off the grass. The two people in the front seat burned to death in front of our eyes.
I never heard from either of the two kids and had long since forgotten about it.
Earlier this week I was getting flamed pretty hard on a message board I post on, and someone posted “Leave Rochard alone – He saved my life and I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for him”. I send him a private message asking what he was talking about. He told me he was one of the two rescued from the mini van that day. He told me he was in the hospital for a week due to burns and injuries to his leg, and was sorry that he never got the chance to thank me. He knew my name from the police report years ago.
How’s that for a small world?
Oct
05
Friends In Need
Friends can be odd birds. Some are good friends, some fall by the wayside. Some friends are worth their weight in gold.
I met John nearly ten years ago. He was a friend of a girlfriend, and although we had clearly defined differences we started hanging out more and more. He had a “medical condition” and he told us that if anything “ever happened to him” to quickly get him into the ER. We never though much of it – Until one morning he failed to wake up. This was at 5am. His room mate called 911, then his parents, and then me. I lived not far away and got their right after the ambulance. It turned out that John had what is called “water on the brain”, which is where the fluid that normally drains from your brain into your bladder fails to do so. He wasn’t expected to live long. (It’s believe his condition was caused while he was in the Army in Germany working on missile trucks armed with nuclear missiles.)
Our relationship was up and down, and he had fourteen operations on his brain since I’ve known him. And every time I was there for him, holding his hand as he cried wondering each visit to the hospital if he would live or not.
This is not to say I was always there to support him. He announced he was getting married to a woman he had been dating, and I couldn’t suport him. I knew this was going to be a very bad idea. I didn’t show up at his wedding. One year later they were going through a nasty divorce, and John lost nearly everything he had.
The cool part about John is that he had – I kid you not – herion lollipops. No shit. They looked just like a regular lollipop but were loaded up with herion. No, he never shared them with me.
Friends in need can be friends in deed, and he has repaid his friendship back ten times over. And now I find another friend in need – Not a medical issue, but rather a legal issue and I’m rushing to join him in his battle and trying to support him at the same time.
Just a quick reminder to keep your friends close.
John, who wasn’t expected to live long, and still alive and kicking at age 41 and lives in Livermore, California, outside of San Francisico. He is the longest living victim of water on the brain.
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