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Adjusting the prefrences
Posted:Jun 15, 2020 7:30 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2020 11:32 pm

i normally don't do this, but hay it needs to be documented. I am going to tell you how it is, speaking nothing but the truth so help me God. I was raised to have respect for people, no matter what race, age, gender, religious or political group. It some ways it doesn't even have to be the word respect. You can even use the world compassion or decency.

Before i get further into this, i have to first point out that when it comes to trolling, fake accounts, email hacker askers the AdultFriendFinder, is slow on the draw. But one mention about some lady making a border line politically incorrect statement. They was all over it. i cant even see the email this lady sent me because AdultFriendFinder took it down. Wow, so i guess i must have been justified feeling some type of way because her message to me is gone. But the damage has already been done AdultFriendFinder.

Lets get into it shall we. ok. so i am on AdultFriendFinder to make friends, have a good time no matter how they come or roll. Because i don't judge people, at least not right of the bat. The site allows you to choose what type of people you want to interact with. its easy as point and click because it ask you. You don't like people with big feet, and short arms, well you can click that option. ""basically"

So how come when i send out the typical hi message, lets be friends. Someone sends me a massage back that says, i don't like the blacks....Omfg, did you just say that. what is the fucking backpage 2020. i was insulted so much, i said something to AdultFriendFinder, and it got removed. wow. but when i say, hay this person is just asking for my email, or just wants me to send them presents. i keep seeing them everyday. most likely doing the same shit.

If you read this, i hope it brings some perspective to you.
search and rescue
Posted:Jun 7, 2020 11:16 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2020 11:36 pm

This is another one of my many adventures, if you read my last one you might recognize some of the names. Our crew of merry men are as follows D dreadlock rasta, J wanger, C chucky, G fook, R fallguy and yours truly me (my nickname is Conan, dont ask why, that is a hole other story). Then there are a few other people whos names I cant remember, so for the sack of argument, I will call them Gi Joe, jane, and the many fireman.

The day starts of like any other day, a few of us got together and decided to go spelunking (which is cave exploring). It also involved a little bit of some rock climbing and repelling. We had 6 explorers, 2 harnesses, 2 walkie talkies, and limited gear. This should have discouraged us, but being the warriors that we are, we proceeded anyway. From what chucky was explaining to us, the cave was on the side of a cliff. In order for us to gain access to the cave, we had to repel down about 50 feet from the top of the cliff. It was another 300 feet from the cave to the very bottom, give or take some. The cave is located some where up in the Colorado mountains, dont ask me were, I was not driving. The road that leads to the unauthorized camp site, is off the main road, which was off another small highway, that lead to I-70. The road was all dirt and grass, but mostly tall grass that goes passed your knees.

We get to site around 12 noon, the weather is nice, and a cool breeze is keeping us from breaking out into a sweat. We hang out for a few hours, searching for the location of the cave, drinking a few beers. We dont find the spot until about 4 o clock, and a case of beer later. Chucky is the 1st one to investigate what kind of atmosphere we will be ascending into. When he returns, we are informed that its not far from the top of the cliff to the entrance of the cave, but we have a lot of room on the ledge of the cliff. So it should be fairly easy, with the only 2 harnesses, chucky helps fook and fallguy suit up. Its now about 5pm, before fook and fallguy reach the ledge. The plan is going as well as expected.

They shed there harnesses, and were suppose to tie them onto the ascending rope. But somehow for some reason, this doesnt happen. From what we understand, fook was a little on the incoherent side (due to the case of beer we drank) and tries to free climb back up to the top of the cliff. Fallguy for some unknown reason, thinks he can do it too. I am sure you can see the disaster just waiting to happen. Fook gets about 25 feet up, when he steps on a lose rock, which heads straight for fallguys head. The rock hits fallguy, and he loses his grip and of course falls. (yes this is how he got his nickname) The rest of us, at the top, cant see him, but we can hear the rocks crackling down the cliff face, and fallguys ear piercing scream. The rest of us are clueless to what has just happened, so we are yelling to try and get some idea of the situation. Fook has now noticed that fallguy, has just plummeted an estimated 50 feet down and gets stuck in between some rocks and tree branches. In the process of climbing back down to check on fallguy, fook has managed to drop the harnesses, out of reach for them.

The situation is now crucial, since we have no harnesses to climb down, we have no service for cell phones, and no idea of the condition fallguy is in. Fook did remember to take the walkie talkie with him, which helped us create a game plan. Fallguy is hurt pretty bad, and can not climb back up, so chucky and wanger elected themselves to go on a rescue mission to help retrieve the lost harnesses and get fallguy some medical attention. They planed to traverse back and forth and find another way to reach the location of fallguy and fook. Chucky being the solider he is, has promised to find a way to get them out. We load up 2 backbacks with water, warm clothes, and first aid kit. It is now about 7 o clock, wanger and chucky set out on there mission.

Time appeared to have slowed down, minutes seemed to have passed like hours. The night creeping on us, and the temperature was starting to drop. Rasta and I who happened to be the only 2 black guys in our group, start a fire to keep warm. About 2 or 3 hours pass by, and we have not heard any word from chucky or wanger. We start to get worried, since they have not checked in with us.

Then all of a sudden, I noticed a truck headed down the grassy road, towards our location. I am hoping is not some crazy hunter looking for some human game. When the truck reaches our site, and tall white male covered in Camo gear, steps out. He motions for his passage Jane to stay in the truck, while GI Joe investigates. I tell GI Joe the unfortunate events that have taking place. A little suspicious, he walks over to his truck, says a few words to jane, then asked us to show him were it happened at. Before we get to the location on the cliff edge, the walkie talkie buzzes. Yes, its chucky, and he has made it to fallguy and fook. Fallguy doesnt look so good, he has lost some blood, and the cold weather was taking its toll on him. After hearing our conversation, GI Joe goes back to his truck, says something else to jane, who now has exited the vehicle. GI Joe grabs, a rope, and a bag full of gear and heads back off to the cliff side.

GI Joe is going to attempt to repel down to our friends in the pitch darkness, and see with his own eyes what is needed. When he climb down, jane had started up a conversation with me. She explains, that they heard fallguys screams, and came to see what was going on. If it wasnt for the fire we started, they would never have found us. She also informs me that when they 1st pulled up, they we a little scared to see 2 black guys out in the middle of now where. Now I know I am not that scary looking, but I cant say the same for rasta (just kidding). I tell her about my friends, and how it was luck of the draw that our group was made up of 2 white guys, 2 Asians and 2 black guys. She thought this was amusing to her, and felt more at ease after having a conversation with me. shortly after our talk, GI Joe comes up and grabs his long distance radio phone. Which was a sweet tool to have, it looks like those old phones with a long antenna. He radios in to the search and rescue department, and informs them on our situation. He gives them our position, and lets us know that we should not try and move fallguy, without help. He bandage up fallguy the best he could, and was too scared to attempt a manual pull up.

Less then 1 hr later, I see the flashing red and blue lights coming down the grassy road. 1 fire truck, 1 ambulance, 1 search and rescue truck, 2 regular cars, and 1 fire chief SUV. It must have been at least 20 other guys, and the only thing running trough my mind is how much this was going to cost.

It must have a taking another 1 for them to get set up, mean while rasta has gone off to the truck to get some sleep. I stay close to the side of the cliff watching the firemen work. It was really cold by that time, and I had giving my jacket to chucky to take down to fallguy. One of the firemen was cool enough to lend me his jacket, which was the warmest coat I have ever worn. Now I know why fire suits keep them from getting burned, and super cold n wet.

4am comes around, and I am so tired, but these guys are still working, after spending some time devising a plan. Fook is the 2nd one up, a round of cheers all around. Then up comes wanger, another round of cheers, by then its almost 5am, and I am ready to pass out from all the stress. The Firemen suggest that we go back to the truck and try to get some sleep, rasta is already stretched out sound asleep in the truck. The 4 of us pile truck, and slept for a little while. Then chucky appears at the truck, hops in and tries to sleep as well.

It is now morning before they pull fallguy up on a stretcher, we are all so tried, and drained. They advise us to follow the fire chiefs SUV back to the fire station. We comply, even though fallguy was on his way straight to the hospital. When we get to the fire station we fill out a brief report on what happened, Gi Joe and Jane are both there. The 20 something search and rescue people turned out to be a group of volunteers, that live in the town. They fix us all biscuits and gravy, with coffee, and juice. While we sat there and ate our long deserved meal, this group of volunteers, recaps the rescue. It was actually amusing, as they talked about what could have been done differently, and this and that. After a while of this it was time for us to go to the hospital and check up on fallguy. We shake all there hands, thank them for all there effort, and part ways. We also thank GI Joe for finding us, and Jane for not telling him to go the other way on the grassy road. A Womans instinct should never be taking for granted.

We get to the hospital to see what the damage was, and fallguy, received 12 stitches in his head, suffered 2 broken ribs, a broken finger, sprained wrist, and a bunch of miscellaneous cuts and bruises. He was feeling pretty good, when we got there, since they gave him a shot of morphine. He also told us of how they asked him If he wanted to be airlifted off the side of the cliff, and of course he had no insurance. So he had to make choice, the air ride at 7k, or the truck ride for 2k. It didnt take him long to decide.

Fallguy made a full recovery, and the rest of us have yet to adventure back to that location. We have explored many other caves since then with only one other incident, that was very minor. To all of you I can only suggest one thing, always be prepared
my adventure to the florida keys
Posted:May 29, 2020 7:19 pm
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2020 4:31 am

even though it is not a sexy story. its still a fun one to tell and read about. i hope you enjoy.

Ah, the beautiful crystal blue ocean, one of the many places you find peace and tranquility. I woke up one morning thinking of a place I could go to relax and enjoy a relaxing scenery. It must have been about 9 a.m when I received a call from chucky Charles. He wanted to know if I had picked a place to go, for our next trip. I suggested we head as far south as possible, he says Mexico, no I tell him, not that way south, the other way. Oh Florida, he says. I tell him that Key West is suppose to be a really nice place. He agrees with this, and starts to make plans for our trip. We decided to check on one of our buddy’s, who we will call PC and see if he wants to journey with us. Since PC loves to party, he gladly accepted the invitation. So the 3 of us, chucky, pc and I begin packing for Key West.

The Day is Friday, I got off of work at 3pm. Chucky and pc, are already waiting for me in the parking lot. Apparently they just couldnt contain them selves anymore, and wanted to get a jump on traffic. So we leave the DTC area, jumped on the highway and drove like a professional NASCAR racer all the way out of Colorado. Our 1st stop is a motel 6 off the Texas highway. Since we all worked that day, no one really wanted to drive throughout the night. If you have ever stayed before at a motel 6 you know what there are like. Some of them are nice, and some are not so nice. Well this one, was not a nice one. In fact it was one of the dirtiest, smelliest motel 6 I have ever stayed in. Sure I might have only paid 30 bucks a person, and I guess you get what you pay for. When I checked in, a huge bearded hillbilly named husky joe was working the front desk. Yes his name really was husky joe, and husky is what he was not. Good ol husky joe had that Texan country accents. Now I was born in Texas, therefore I reserve all the rights to make fun of people who live there. This guy husky joe, must have been an inbreed from 3 generations back, cuz he was as dumb as Paris Hilton drunk and on psychedelic mushrooms. He attempted to start a conversation with me, which of course lasted longer then I wanted it too.

Husky joe: were u be froam boy

Me: Colorado, (while I was thinking if this fat fuker just called me boy)

Husky joe: Oh u froam up der in da hillz,

Me: what did u say, oh am I from the hills, well yeah pretty much

Husky joe: whearz yallz headed too

Me: Key West

Husky joe: I been der, lots of prettay ladiez, day dont wear nuttin

Me: yeah cuz, its hot

Husky joe: it hot heya too, an my cuzins dont dressas like dat

Me: yeah, cuz this is Texas, not KeyWest,

Husky joe: whatchu tryn to say, boy

Me: hay man, I am not your boy, dont call me that

Husky joe: aight, howz manyz roomz youz wantz.

Me: 1 room, 3 beds

Husky joe: wez onlay gotz 2 bedz in da roomz

Me: ok fine, then how about a rollaway

Husky joe: a rolla whatz

Me: u know a roll a way bed, the kind you have for people that want one room, but need an extra bed

Husky joe: dats why wez gotz 2 bedz in da roomz

Me: I am thinking now, that we should have gone to the comfort inn ok, fine man, give me the 1 room with the 2 beds. And extra pillows

Husky joe: dats gonna costa mo, howz youz gonna pay fo dis

Me: cost more for extra pillows, ok fine I am paying with cash

Husky joe: yo friendz likez youz

Me: What, no man, I am tired can I get my key please

Husky joe: herz yahz go, an dont be havin dat loud muzac playn alz nightz

Me: ok man, no loud music gottcha,

I basically ignored the rest of his comments, took my key and went back to the car. After explaining, what just happened inside, pc and chucky broke out in uncontrollable laughter. They heard how Texas was, but didnt think that the stories were true about country folks. When I opened the door to the motel room, a strong scent of cigarettes and sweaty azz punched me in nose. I had to open up all the windows, and tried to turn on the A/C which only made the stench worse. The floor was stained with what looked like dried blood, but who knows what it could have been. I was to scared to sleep under the sheets, with my bare skin touching the covers. But that quickly changed once I passed out, I started off on top of the sheets, and somehow someway, I ended up underneath them with my head covered and buried.

Morning time, I now understand why I didnt care about the sheets anymore, its like 40 degrees in the room. Yeah, PC doesnt like the heat, so he turned the A/C on its lowest setting. It warmed up pretty quickly though once we opened the door, since its like 8 a.m and already 90 degrees out side. After about another hour of sitting on our azz, not really wanting to go out side in the heat, we sucked it and loaded back in the car. Thankfully husky joe was absent during check out, replaced by some unimportant person. We drive and drive and drive some more, its nothing but oil fields, cows, dry but not quite desert. Look there is a tree, and one of there then all of sudden, bamm, welcome to Louisiana. Home to the Creoles, Cajun food, swamps, and Hoodoo Voodoo. This is were we experience our 1st Mardi Gras, but thats another story. I will press on through now Alabama, to good ol Mississippi. We make a pit stop at the IHOP, why oh why the IHOP. We walk into the IHOP and are seated by a young black male, with a silver grill (cuz it sure wasnt platinum). Oh but it gets better, you see the waitress, yeah she has a grill too, but hers was a mix match of gold n diamonds. Oh great I am thinking here we go.

Grill guy; sup, welcomez tooz I H O P, smokin o not smokin

Chucky; um, not smoking please

Grill guy: ights, yallz followz me peeaz

PC; (looks at me, like this a golden opportunity to get another laugh).

Grill girl: Hi yallz, whads da drink, (she goes and gets our drinks and when she comes back she starts an argument with grill guy)

Grill guy; Wer yo cuzin at

Grill girl; shez ats homez, an shez donts wanna talks to youz

Grill guy; ah fukz dat , let me hollas at har,

Grill girl: whatz ah nawz niggaz, u betta shutz yoz mouf

Grill guy; hay dem niggaz iz waiten to orda, go do dat

Grill girl: aight, Ima fukz youz ups whenz I doune, (she takes our order like nothing happened, and then goes right back to talking sht to this guy)

Grill guy; lets me geit har numba

Grill girl; I saidz no, whats youz dontz heyars soswell, youz dontz undastandz englash

Grill guy: Yo yallz niggaz, tell yo waitras shez betta pays respacta whenz wevess gotz custamas

PC: oh I am not getting into anything with her

Chucky: yeah me either, I dont like the look in her eye

Me: so I just have to ask, why do you have all that crap in your mouth

Grill girl; itz jus a thang down herez, itz lookz good donna it, werea yallz frum anywayz

Me; well we live in Colorado,

Grill guy; oh Ivs been da befo, firsta tima iz seenz snowo

Me; yeah we see a lot of it during the winter

Grill girl; itz dontz snowo heya mucha

Me; I wouldnt think snow, we are pretty far south

Grill guy; hayz uz likz muzac, iz gotz somz cdz, (he walks over to a little boom box they had while rolling silverware, and turns it up).

Grill girl; ohz datz myz shtz

Me; um ok, we r done eating can I get the bill pleases

Grill girl; holdz upz, gotz toz heyas my songa firsat, (before I can respond she runs over and turns up the music)

PC; oh yeah, thats tight, u go girl shake that azz

Me: fuking dammit Pc, why do you have to encourage the fat biach to shake her dump truck booty after I just ate. (of course she didnt hear that)

Chucky; hay, I bet she got it from her momma. (laughter erupts)

So after she is done performing my interpretation of a broke down generic Britney spears back up dancer. There are shty servers out there, and I have had some of the most unusual waiters and waitress around, but these guys took the pie and it. after all that I just needed to grab a hand full of mints to help with the nasty taste left in mouth. A few more hours of driving and we will be in Florida, and I am thinking that its about damm time. I have had it, with these crazy accents and country attitudes. We get into Florida in the late evening, and its time for a refuel at a highway gas station. I step into the gas station, and the clerk a elderly man is having a conversation with another elderly man. Wouldnt you know it, I just so happen to walk in on them while they were discussing when the term colored people was no longer the correct terminology to use anymore. Fuk it, I turned right around, and got back into the car.
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my trip to mardi gras
Posted:May 27, 2020 10:14 pm
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2020 4:31 am

The road to Mardi Gras
It is February, which so happens to be the month New Orleans holds its week long parade type festival. You all know it as Mardi Gras, filled with drunks, floats, and random acts of nudity and violence. I am not yet 21 so I am wondering how much fun, I will still be able to have. Its New Orleans so age is not really an issue here. They mostly just ask for ID at the clubs, fancy restaurants, and casinos. All the other little beer and margarita stands, just want your money. If you have never been to New Orleans famous bourbon street, during its festival time. I can paint you a vague picture of what it looks like, imagine lodo or your busy club district, at closing let out. yeah, u got all the drunk people littering the streets, now picture all those people stretched out over 15 blocks. When our clubs and bars are closing and having last call at 1:30 or 2 o clock, the New Orleans night life is just getting started. I asked the bartender what time they closed, he looks at me and laughs. He says closed huh, well we only shut down for an hour to wash the floors. I am beginning to think I will love here, as long as I don't touch the ground.
For something like 7 days, they have different schools, churches, companies, or what ever showing off there marching bands, groups or floats. Never before have I seen so many police in one area before. They have cops in cars, trucks, on horseback, shit they even had a freeking police RV. What the fuck are they going to do with a RV, in the city. So they use all these police to deal with crowd control, and sometimes the crowd gets way out of control. I guess when you get that many drunk people together, fights and shit are bound to happen. Well sure enough right in front of me, and brawl was beginning to stir. I sat silently watching in the front row, waiting to see who was going to through the 1st punch, which started off with 2 guys yelling at each other. Then while they were yelling at one another, a female started instigating the situation. So it drew in more people, and apparently they starting picking sides. After the group grew to about 30 plus people, I felt the need to step back some. When all of a sudden, some azz hole threw a bottle right in the middle of these guys, it was like a fucking chain reaction. One guy hit another guy, a girl hit some guy, then some girl hit her, it was like watching one of those episodes right out of Americas wildest police videos. So were the fuck is John Walsh, sitting at home drinking wine. It didnt take long for the police to run up in the middle of all this chaos. I was thinking tear gas, a blow horn, and some tickets, which is not what was going to happen. The cops on horseback started hitting all the fighters with there Billy clubs, and with out dismounting, one of them ran over a lady and her . He didnt even stop to see if she was ok, he just made a b-line straight for one guy, who was pretty much kicking everybody elses azz. I guess a club to the back of the head, will put anyone in the right perspective. I am not kidding here people, ask anyone who has been there, the cops do not fuck around. If you give them lip, or act a fool in public, the NOPD will put your azz check. After a while, the cops had the situation under control, and meantime the stretchers took away the not so able to walk victims.
Now that I have had my fill of violence for the night, I am off to get hammered. My 1st drinking spot is some beer stand, were I purchase a freaking 90 oz Budweiser. What the fuk is up with that, who in there right mind would invent a 90 oz bud. I didnt even think that the human bladder could hold that much at one time, and I am suppose to drink a hole 90 oz of this crap. Well It didnt take long for me to get tired of the bud, so I found a margarita stand. Some Mexican lady at the stand, was pouring generous portions of tequila in plastic cup that resembled a super big gulp from 7eleven. It was freaking huge, and I guess during Mardi Gras everything is super sized. The big gulp margarita was enough fuel to get me started, now I am ready for some action.
Filled with liquor, and now Its time for me to find a club to sneak into. Lucky for me I brought my video camera to get some good footage while in there, and remember I am not 21 yet, so I have to be on top of my game. All the clubs were carding at the door, and I was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. One club in particular, was jammed packed, with a line down the street and around the corner. i seen a few girls go into the alley behind the club, so I decided to follow. I noticed a small circle of people standing by the back door, just talking to each other. Mmm, why not, lets go investigate and see what they are up too. Right when I stepped up to the group, the back door opens and a huge muscle built bouncer is standing there pointing his finger, you, you, you, and you, come on lets go and he signals for us to enter. Hellz yeah, with out moments hesitation I walk right on in, camera in hand.
The place is packed, and the entrance we came in lead upstairs to the hard to get balconys. Yes, what a nice spot to get some good footage of half naked women showing off there goods. I get up there, and before I can even get to the outside section of the balcony, a waitress runs up to me, and forces a shot down my throat. what the hell is this I ask, she gives me a seductive look, and says, its on me honey I stare back her, and say, well its not on you yet, but soon it will be she knew what I meant, but i had to let her do her job, so I decided to talk to her later. Out on the balcony you can see it all, the flocks of men surrounding drunkin women. The strangely dressed groups, street performers, flashers, and dancers covered the entire street. I stole a bag of beads from some drunk guy, that wasnt paying attention. If I wanted to see some chichis I would have to bribe them with the good beads, which now I had plenty of. I dont need to get into detail, but I would point to one girl down below, make sure I made eye contact. Then I hold up the beads in my hand, ask her if she wants them, (of course she does). Only and only after she shows me a little nip, well I give up the beads. Too many times did I see suckers give up there good beads, and not even get a 5 second nip show.
Now there is something you must be aware, not everyone will take what ever beads you have. The super hot fine women, will only show their junk if you have good beads. When I say good beads, they have to be original, unusual, huge, shinny, blinky, or fucking expensive. Trust me, these women that you see with a ton of beads around there neck, most likely aren't wearing the cheap crap that litters the floor every where you walk. Yes, if your poor, you can always get a hand full of beads off the floor, even though during the parade they pass them out. Its kind of funny to watch venders walk around pick up beads, and then resell them to some dumb tourist. But what is not funny, is the ratio of 1 girl to every 10 guys. How does anyone expect me to get any play, with 9 other weirdos looking over my shoulder. That's alright, cuz I think the waitress likes me anyway, I might as well pull her aside from her duties to do her duty.

Happy Mardi Gras

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