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-And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.
-Revelation 18:2

- "Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish - A product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken Hillbilly, with a heart full of hate, who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow, to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey, and drive fast on empty streets, with nothing in mind except falling in love, and not getting arrested."
- Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

- "Tonight I'll be on that hill 'cause I can't stop, I'll be on that hill with everything I've got. Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost, I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost, for wanting things that can only be found, in the darkness on the edge of town."
- Bruce Springsteen

- "What matters most is how well you walk through the fire."
- Charles Bukowski

- "The beast in me is chained by frail and fragile bonds, restless by day and by night rants and rages at the stars. God help the beast in me."
- Nick Lowe

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*****Moaning in the Moonlight*****
Posted:Apr 26, 2013 1:13 am
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-God said to Abraham "Kill me a " Abe said "Man you must be putting me on" God said "No" Abe Said " What?" God said "You can do what you want Abe, But, the next time you see me coming you better run" Abe said "Where you want this killing done?" God said "Out on Highway 61" - Bob Dylan

......Yes, Moaning in the Moonlight indeed,....I'm having difficulty sleeping, and the Post I wanted to put up is to Fucking involved for 3:30 AM.......So I'll Moan in the Moonlight for awhile,......Now there was a Man, Howlin Wolf!....A Giant of a Man, literally and figuratively 6ft 4in and 300lbs of Pure Musical Briliance! His Deep Scratchy Growl will give you the Chills on songs like "Smoke Stack Lightning" and "I walked from Dallas" Blues At its Best!!......Shit! Fuck! Damn It!......Have Mercy Baby, I'm Descending Again.......More Blues Bullshit!!!....Sometimes I Swear my Mind just Hiccups and Restarts Again New after a minute or Two......Alrighty,.....Anyhoo,....Hey I saw Django Unchained, and I gotta Say,......It Was Awsome!....After several viewings, it just gets Better! Quentin Tarantino claims he wanted to make the Bloodiest Western since "The Wild Bunch" No argument from Me there!...It's Bloody, and Brutal, and Cringe Inducing,....this is All True, That's Exactly what Makes it So Good, To me A Great Film is a Film that Evokes Different Feelings in me. That said This Bloody Western Love Story is a Brilliant Film, Tarantinos Dialog Snaps with Vibrancy and Freshness, his Trademark Build Up to the Big Shoot Out has never been better played then here,........Fuck! Shit Fire!.......Ok.......Hold on!.........Almost lost it There,......Hiccup!....Wait,....Where was I?!?!?!...Ah Fuck it I'm tired Now.......Goodnight
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••••••••Car Crashes, Concussions, Carmalita, and Cleavage•••••••
Posted:Apr 13, 2013 10:37 am
Last Updated:May 9, 2013 2:41 am
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••••••••••WELCOME TO THE SINNERS CLUB••••••••••

......It's been a little more Chaotic than usual down here lately, The old Prince of Darkness suffered another head injury, No I Wasn't Fighting Again, I'm a Lover you know this, Car Crash,(No one seriously injured, Thank you Know who.) However, I ate Another windshield,( don't try this at home!) and with MY History, the number of these head injuries is high,........I Digress,.....Sorry Folks,...Anyway I handed the Pitch Fork over to My Body Gaurd and Personal Asistant BustyBettyBoop, Despite it being Awards Season at her other Blog, she's held down the fort around here for days now. At My Craziest(BAD CRAZINESS) She would take my horned head and place it on her HUGE breasts, Turn Up "Carmaleta" by Warren Zevon, and Tell me Filthy Sexually Depraved Clergy Jokes, in an attempt to Calm/Shut Me The Fuck Up, if all else Failed she simply Smothered Me Unconscious Between Those Monster Tits, either way, Someone's Ass got pulled from the Fire by MsBoop, and Again She's The Best!!! Big Raise For My "Pale Blue Eyed Angel"!!! She even found time to redecorate the office, and it's Awsome, Her taste is excellent, and she tastes excellent too, like Honeysuckle,.......Whoops, More Digression,......Ok,Ok,...Enough Rambling!
Just an Update, Shouts later, Friends Of The Devil; Welcome Southernman, DoxyRoller, and SandraD1000 to the club!!! Congrats to Ms Sandra for the Big Win at Bustys Awards, you're our latest celebrity member, and The Devil is Honored to have Ya!!
I'm including a picture of my Body Gaurd "The Blue Eyed Angel" Ms Boop
Sitting in Hell Laughing
Sinfully backpocket13
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•••••••••One of the Days that the Music Died•••••••••
Posted:Apr 5, 2013 6:38 am
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**************************************WELCOME TO THE WORLD FAMOUS SINNERS CLUB!!!**************************************

------> Tonight we have a New Section that I've been Burning to get started on!!!! It's called "THE BEST OF THE BEAST" This Section contains all my Favorite Shit, not stuff like Hips Lips and Fingertips, The Dark Lord knows I'm a sucker for them! Anyway this section is about CULTURAL THINGS that I Absolutely LOVE!!!! So I've been in a Rabid Craze for "The Band" lately, so this seemed like the Best subject to start with, Especially the Young Ones who don't Know "The Band" To my surprise I can't name this post "The Last Waltz"!!! Copy Right Infringement?!?
It does make one wonder! Like how the word drugs in my blog description keeps getting scrambled! I'm going to make up my own terms for these things, so as not to get on any bodies SHIT LIST. These are topics for another Post, However, Japaneseass I love your blog but isn't "JizzHarvester" just a little, and I stress little, more, I don't know, Naughty then Sex, drugs, and Rock and Roll?!? Hey I'm all for freedom of speech!!! It just makes me wonder is all.

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"THE LAST WALTZ" Thanksgiving Day 1976, The Winterland Ballroom, San Francisco CA. Directed by Martin Scorsese, Presented by Bill Graham, Produced by John Taplin, Released by United Artists, Rated PG, Color, 117mins, 1978

"The Band" - Rick Danko, Robbie Robertson, Levon Helm, Garth Hudsen and Richard Manuel.

Special Guests - Bob Dylan, Eric Clapton, Neil Young, Joni Mitchell, Van Morrison, Neil Diamond, Emmy Lou Harris, Muddy Waters, The Staple Singers, Ringo Starr, Ron Wood, Paul Butterfield, Dr. John, and Ronnie Hawkins.

........"We wanted it to be an Event!" - Robbie Robertson

........"In 1976, "The Band" was perhaps Americas most Respected Rock and Roll group." - The New York Times

........Over the course of their sixteen year career, "The Band" originally "The Hawks", backed Rock and Roller Ronnie Hawkins. After several name changes, like "The Honkies" and "The Crackers". Not until after becoming Bob Dylan's Back up band were they dubbed "The Band" supposedly by Dylan himself. "The Band" went on to become Folk Rock legends on their own, in fact, after a severe motorcycle accident, Dylan holed up with "The Band" in Upstate New York, to recover, and ended up helping record perhaps "The Bands" most successful album, the Excellent "Songs from Big Pink". "The Band" maintained their growing Folk/Rock legacy, despite being four fifths Canadian,(Arkansas born Levon Helm being the only exception.) Their music borrowed Heavily from the traditions of the American Deep South. On Thanksgiving Day 1976, at Bill Graham's "Winterland Ballroom" in San Francisco, California "The Band" gave their Farewell performance. Joined by some of the Biggest names in Rock and Roll. Captured on film by Martin Scorsese, "The Last Waltz" is a Classic piece of American Rock and Roll and a Cinematic Masterpiece!!! A Must See for Music, Pop Culture, History, and Scorsese fan alike!!!

"The Last Waltz" Song List:
Performed by "The Band"
1. Theme from "The Last Waltz"
2. Up on cripple creek
3. The shape I'm in
4. It makes no difference
5. Stage Fright
6. Old time religion
7. The night they drove old Dixie down
8. Genetic method/Chest fever
9. Ophelia

Spoken Word Performances:
1. Introduction to "The Canterbury Tales" - Performed by Micheal McClure
2. "Loud Prayer"(Poem) - Performed by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

GUEST PERFORMANCES WITH "The Band"
1. Who do you love? Performed by Ronnie Hawkins and "The Band"
2. Such a night! - Performed by Dr. John and "The Band"
3. Helpless - Performed by Neil Young and "The Band"
4. The Weight - Performed by "The Staple Singers" and "The Band"
5. Dry your eyes - Performed by Neil Diamond and "The Band"
6. Coyote - Performed by Joni Mitchell and "The Band"
7. Mystery Train - Performed by Paul Butterfield and "The Band"
8. Mannish Boy - Performed by Muddy Waters and "The Band"
9. Further on up the road - Performed by Eric Clapton and "The Band"
10. Evangelina - Performed by Emmy Lou Harris and "The Band"
11. Caravan - Performed by Van Morrison and "The Band"
12. Forever young - Performed by Bob Dylan an "The Band"
13. Baby let me follow you down - Performed by Bob Dylan and "The Band"
14. I shall be released - Performed by "The Band", Bob Dylan, and the other Special Guests for the "Final Jam"

THE DIRECTOR:
......."Van Morrison!?!?.....Are you Shitting Me???.....Then I've GOT to do This!!! - Martin Scorsese
........Scorsese was part of the Movie Crew at the Woodstock Festival, before becoming one of "The Greatest American Film Makers of All Time" - Roger Ebert
........Scorsese had just finished his Big Budget, Big Band picture, "New York, New York" with Liza Minnelli and Robert De Nero. Shooting another Film on a sound stage, which tends to be tricky, wouldn't be a Problem for Scorsese.
........Almost overnight, Martin Scorsese and Robbie Robertson produced a 150pg. shooting script so detailed that the lighting changes were matched to the chord changes!
........Scorsese and Robertson went to Moe Ostin of Warner Brothers for the 1.5 million needed for the film, Ostin agreed on the condition that Bob Dylan be included in the Film.
........Reportedly Dylan wasn't interested in doing the Film, seeing as how he was already in the process of shooting (Renaldo and Clara) a film about his 1974 "Rolling Thunder Review" Tour. And felt another concert movie would hurt the sales of his own movie, however, after everyone agreed to let Dylan do the final tracks on the Film he agreed.
.......The Film was shot Live! One take per song!
.......Martin Scorsese, seeing the Film as a "Labor of Love" did the movie for Free!

PRODUCTION NOTES:
.......Concert Impresario Bill Graham wasn't interested in the Film either, seeing it as just another Live Event, and was more concerned with the shows logistics. (Each concert attendee was to receive a complete Thanksgiving Dinner!)
.......Although only taking a 10% cut of the profits to cover his expenses, Graham maintains that he ended up losing an additional 50,000 on "The Last Waltz".
.......Producer John Taplin was "The Bands" former Road Manager.
.......All of the Artists who performed paid all of their own expenses for the Concert.
.......The stage set for "The Last Waltz" was borrowed from a San Francisco Opera production of "La Traviata" and chandeliers reputedly used in "Gone with the Wind".

QUOTES:
......."It's the Road,.....it's just a God damn impossible way of life!" - Robbie Robertson
......."Sometime in September of 1976, We got word that Robbie and our Management wanted to put it away. Robbie had had enough, so they decided to kill "The Band" and go out with a Bang!" - Levon Helm
......."I mean,...Sixteen years on the Road!....Man!...After awhile, the numbers start to SCARE YOU!.....I couldn't live with say,....Twenty years on the Road!,...I don't think I could even DISCUSS IT!" - Robbie Robertson
......."No One turned us Down!,....all they said was WHEN and WHERE? - Levon Helm
......."After Thanksgiving, "The Band" will Never Tour, EVER AGAIN!" - Robbie Robertson
......."On October 18th 1976, details were released to the Press", the next day, "The L.A. Times reported that "After 16 years on the Road, "The Band", which has put together the Most Distinguished Body of Work of any Rock Group in the last Two Decades, Are calling it Quits!" - The L.A. Times

ODD FACTS:
.......The Films original Tag Line was,..."It started as a Concert,....It became a Celebration!"
.......Jimmy Carter had received "The Band" at the Georgian Governors Mansion when they passed through Atlanta on their 1974 World Tour, now Carter was running against Gerald Ford, after sending several messages for help, "The Band" recorded a single of "Georgia on My Mind" in Carters honor.
.......On October 30th "The Band" performed "Georgia on My Mind" on "Saturday Night Live", A few days later Carter won the Election.
.......The Infamous Cocaine drop on Neil Youngs Left nostril, was airbrushed out by the Director.
.......Robbie Robertsons Stratocaster was Bronzed after the concert.
.......The bands Management overbooked the show, and two days before the concert they tried to cut Muddy Waters from the line up, upon hearing this Levon Helm refused to play the show unless Muddy was kept in the Film.

REVIEWS:
"One of the most important Cultural events of the last Two decades" - Rolling Stone Magazine
"The Best Rock and Roll movie of All Time!" - The New York Times
"The Finest of All Rock and Roll Movies" - Newsweek
"The most Beautiful of all Rock Movies" - The L.A. Times

RECOMMENDATIONS:
MUSIC
- Bob Dylan and The Band - The Basement Tapes
- Bob Dylan and The Band - Before the Flood Live
- Bob Dylan - No Direction Home Soundtrack
- The Band - Music from Big Pink
- The Band - The Band
- The Rolling Stones - Exile on Main St.

FILMS:
- Bob Dylan - No Direction Home a Martin Scorsese Film
- Shine a Light - The Rolling Stones Live in New York a Martin Scorsese Film
-Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones Live at Altamont a Maysles Brothers Film

OVERVIEW:
- Simply a Classic! A Pleasure to Watch a piece of Rock and Roll History! Not since Chuck Berry's "Hail Hail Rock and Roll" has a concert movie come this close to Perfection! A MUST SEE FOR ALL MUSIC FANS OF ANY AGE! - backpocket13

A BIG PS: Yesterday would have been Muddy Waters 100th Birthday! Happy Birthday Muddy! I know you're strumming that old guitar SOMEWHERE! And where ever that may be, It's THEIR PRIVILEGE TO HAVE YOU! GOD BLESS MUDDY WATERS AND ALL HE LEFT US!

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AND THAT CONCLUDES THE FIRST INSTALLMENT OF "THE BEST OF THE BEAST" JOIN US AGAIN NEXT TIME FOR MORE OF THE DEVILS FAVORITE STUFF!!!
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•••••Sunday Morning, The Circus Stopped By!•••••
Posted:Mar 23, 2013 6:13 am
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2014 11:16 am
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*****The transcript that you are about to read was written on some 36 cocktail napkins in dark purple crayon, once things progressed into complete chaos, backpocket13 used the recording feature on his I phone, NOTE: at certain times the illegibility of certain aspects of the conversation was added as best as could be understood. - Yours in Sin The Devilboy (Editor in Chief, The Sinners Club)

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.........When I let Myself into the house as the sun was coming up on Sunday morning, everything was quiet. There wasn't any cars parked out front and no one was sleeping on the lawn. It gave me the crazy notion that I might be able to score a few hours of much needed sleep. I go into the kitchen before I even take off my coat, I open up the fridge hoping to find something alcohol free to wash the burnt sandpaper taste of "the last two days" out of my mouth......I take a quick glance into the box,....
....ketchup....
....baking soda....
....a case of beer....
.....D-batteries....
.....Oh Shit....
.....nothing.....
.....SHIT!.....
..........Looks like its gonna be a "Ghetto Red" or plain old cancer causing tap water. A "Ghetto Red" was ketchup and water, in case you were wondering. We usually consumed these for nutritional content only.
.....We are bachelors after all, ramen noodles were a staple for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
.....but.....
.....Wait....
.....Something catches my eye, in the clear produce draw at the bottom of the empty fridge, It's behind a carton of shrimp fried rice that smells like its been there since Christ was a , I push the carton aside(I swear it growled at me, I chuckled nervously to myself, a couple days without sleep and the hallucinations begin to make unwelcome appearances.
.....There all the way in the back of the draw was one single can of grape soda..........I crack it open, it's flat but I slam it down anyway. I smash the can flat on my forehead and throw it across the kitchen and into the trash can. To my surprise (I just about screamed!) an angry response came from the living room ......."What the Fuck!!!"......
???huh???
......"HEY!!....HEY!!"......
???someone???
......"WHO'S OUT THERE?!?!"......
???shrieks insanely???
......"HEY YOU OF A !!!!....I HEAR YOU!!!!".......
???from the???
......"SHOW YOURSELF!!!...I'LL COME IN THERE AND TEAR YOUR LUNGS OUT!!!.....SHOW YOURSELF!!!.....NOW!!....NOW!".....
!!!living room!!!
....."NOW!.....GODDAMN IT!!!....NOW!!!".....
.........I grab the ketchup bottle out of the ice box, holding it low down by my hip, ready to swing it like a truncheon if needed. I step into the doorway, ready for Murder.
.........Only to find my old friend Jawbreaker sitting Indian style on the big black leather sofa, in a pair of desert fatigues combat boots and a black wool watch cap, his pale sunken chest sports a black tattoo over his heart that says "Do Not Resuscitate"
Shit I wonder, when did I start getting so paranoid? This is actually good, it means that my roommate is here somewhere too. He hadn't been home in five days, and the rent was due. The last I had heard, he and Jawbreaker had four quarts of "Wild Irish Rose" and they were gonna go out to the dump, get Rip Shit Drunk and shoot rats with a pair of chrome plated Colt Pythons that Jawbreaker had gotten from a junkie cop who (of all things) was in charge of the County Evidence Lockers.
..........I sit down in the big matching leather chair across from him, and take a good long look at him while he stare of into space......
......His Dead Mans Pallor......
.....Crazy Wild Eyes......
.....Sunken Chest.....
.....and His Labored Breathing.....
.........Not to mention the haunted way he was staring right through me, like I was some sort of Wicked Hallucination from acid trips long taken.
.........These were not good signs......
.........I look at the glass topped coffee table between us, not really surprised at what's there........about four or five pipes of different shapes and sizes, a small water bong, two large chunks of Black Hash, about an ounce of stinky green buds that were flung across the table like the bag exploded, a Combat Black Sixteen Inch Bowie Knife, a Jar of Sweet Pickles, a Straight Razor(this Jawbreaker usually kept tucked into his left boot), about a Two Dozen Sliced Lime Wedges, twenty six or twenty nine partially empty Beer Bottles give or take, a Half Empty Bottle of Tequila, about a third of a pill bottle of Valium, a handful of shells for the Revolvers, and eight or nine small "Bumps" of an ominous looking powder. I knew immediately that it was SPEED. I had no doubt. Jawbreaker was a High Octane Tweeker,....an Adrenaline Junkie.....a Terminal Speed Freak with One Foot in the Grave
..........On top of all that he was an Army Special Forces Section Eight, with a documented case of P.T.S.D, M.P.D, A.D.D, and three or four S.T.D.s he had picked up in Guam.
..........He was prone to Psychotic Episodes, Manic Depression, Suicidal Urges and Fits of Blind Homicidal Rage.
..........Out of habit he kept a Razor in his Boot, a pair of Brass Knuckles in his leather coat, a Gun in his Car and an All Consuming Blind Rage in his Heart that he Freely Directed at Anyone or Anything unfortunate enough to get in his way.
..........He was a Lazy Eyed Psychopath with the Morals of Caligula, the compassion of Jack the Ripper, and the Temper of a Rabid Pittbull with a Head full of P.C.P. a Brain Damaged Misfit Racing Towards Self Destruction.
..........He was however my oldest living friend,....He had in fact gotten Me out of Old Mexico with Two Dozen Mexican Secret Police looking for me.....So you can see how that Bought Him A Lot of Leeway in my book....There weren't many of that breed left Standing.......Not after that Long Hard Road.....after a time you start to Develop a Queer Taste for the Fast Lane......and after that its Only a Matter of Time, When and Where. Between that and the High Level of Burn Out, and you didn't need a Magic Eight Ball to see the Inevitable......Jawbreaker, however he just didn't seem to grasp the concept,.....His Kind didn't Understand, Never Could, Never Would.
..........I looked up suddenly, He had begun to make a low whistling sound in the back of his throat,....Grabbed up the bottle of Tequila took Two long Pulls off of it, Slammed it back down on the table, and pulled a Three Inch Long Gold Straw from behind his ear, and Quickly snorted up Two Bumps of Speed, He began Thrashing Around on the sofa holding his Head and Moaning before Freezing Up like a Statue with his Eyes Watering Down His Face like he had been Rabbit Punched in the Spleen......
.......He was Buzzing and Vibrating like a Electrical Current was passing through his Body. He sat there in a Stupor, mouth hanging open, drool running down his chin, tears drying on his face, one Eye fixed on the Horizon, while his Bad Eye Spun around in his skull like a Broken Reel on a Slot Machine....
......NO!.....JESUS GOD.....Don't look at that Cursed Eye.....SHIT!.....Thats JUST what I NEED!!!......Theres ONE THING that will throw Jawbreaker into a Kill Crazy Rampage,.....and thats if HE even THINKS that you're STARING, Hell even just glancing at that Fucked Up Eye......Thats IT,....You'd be better off sticking a loaded gun in your MOUTH and TUG on the TRIGGER!!!
........Still this Whole Scene was Starting to Freak Me the Fuck Out! There was No Sign of The Devilboy, and the Landlord had been by Twice in the last Three Days......I had to COVER his END last MONTH. this was starting to PISS ME OFF!......I grab a pipe, break off a chunk of Hash, stuff some of that FINE SMOKE into the bowl, then stuff the Hash on top. Fishing a lighter out of my jacket pocket,(I hadn't even gotten it off yet!) I light up, take a Nice Big Hit of the Pleasant tasting blend. I feel my CRAZED THOUGHTS begin to subside ever so slightly, I smoke and sit watching Jawbreaker Drool on Himself.........
......I can Tell that he's Fading Fast,.....And once he Slips into one of his EPISODES OF COMPLETE DRUG PSYCHOSIS, it could be DAYS before He comes out of it. Hell from the look of him, he's probably been up for four or five days straight!......This was Bad,....Jawbreaker was Fading Fast,....I couldn't risk Losing Him just yet,......I NEEDED to Know what in the Sweet Fuck was going on! .......I sit for a Minute thinking to Myself,......OH FUCK IT!.....I take another look at Jawbreaker,....He's starting to make that LOW WHINE in the Back of his Throat,........I lean forward,....Raise my Open Hand above my head,.... And going against EVERY Rational Though and Instinct I posses,......I bring my hand down in a Wide Powerful Swing aimed right at Jawbreakers Left Eardrum......

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT EDITION OF THE WORLD FAMOUS SINNERS CLUB!!!!.......SEE YOU THEN DEMONS AND DEBUTANTES!!!!!!

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FRIENDS OF THE DEVIL:
Jayden-Cant wait to see ya!
BustyBettyBoop-My girl with those "Far Away Eyes"
Chi-Chi-My Jersey City Girl
Emilia-Gotta message you about better blog design
AND TO MY OTHER TEN READERS, KEEP COMING BACK!!! MORE INSANITY IS JUST ONE BLOG AWAY, AND REMEMBER, IF YOU ARE GOING TO STOP IN, LEAVE A COMPLEMENT, A COMPLAINT, OR JUST A GOOD OLD FASHIONED GO FUCK YOURSELF! DOWN HERE WE THRIVE ON THAT!!
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•••••••The Sunday Morning Psycho Circus pt 2•••••••
Posted:Mar 31, 2013 11:57 pm
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*****The transcript you are about to read was originally written on some 36 cocktail napkins in dark purple crayon,until things progressed into complete and utter chaos. At which time backpocket13 began using the recording function on his I-phone. NOTE; At certain times the illegibility of particular aspects of the conversation were added as best as could be interpreted. -Yours in Sin, the Devilboy (Editor in Chief, The Sinners Club)

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........."An ancient Tibetan Monk Riddle supposedly unanswerable, is, "What is the Sound of One hand Clapping? "

..........By cupping my palm, and swinging it as hard as I could into Jawbreakers right eardrum, I gave him the Answer to that ancient conundrum, and all he could to show any sort of appreciation was roll around on the living room floor an growl like a rabid dog, his eyes wide and unblinking, the bad one spun around in its socket without pause, while the other remained fixed and dialated, staring off at a point somewhere off in the near distance.
Standing over him I lean over and I ask him Again, in a more Soothing tone.....
......."Jawbreaker".......
........"Where's the Devilboy at? I have to get the rent from him!".....
.......".Whoops!".......He replies.
....."Wait!"...."What the fuck does Whoops! mean?!?!...... I...Hey Wait a minute,....
.....Jawbreaker, where's your Caddy at?!?!.....It wasn't in front of the house when I pulled up!.....You wouldn't leave that car Unless........
......Yup...He replies......the Cops may be Lookin for her.......
......Not really sure though, so I pulled her around back and put a couple old tarps over her........
Not Sure, Great, Meaning that the door could come crashing in at any given Moment.....This doesn't do much to put my mind at rest, needless to say, so I reach over, pick up the bigger of the two chunks if Hash, and toss it into my mouth and chew it up, I chase it with the juice from the pickle jar.(I figure it's best to fortify myself for the Shit Storm that is clearly on the way).
Again I lean over him and yell.....
......"HEY!....HEY!".....
....".FUCKHEAD!!!!....
....."LOOK AT ME!!!"....
....."FOCUS!!!..DAMN IT!!!..FOCUS!"...
I bellow this right into his face, drool begins to run down his chin.
When he finally looks up at me, and begins to stutter out some gibbering response,.......
Three Huge BANGS!!!, followed by a Deafening CRASH!!! erupt from the hallway, like an explosion!!!
...."WHAT THE FUCK?!?!"....I scream,..I jump up,...landing in a loose fighting stance,.....I stare in Shocked Horror at what I was seeing!.......Attila, our pet Reses monkey, much to my surprise, Devilboy had shaved the poor little bastards fur off, at least most of it, what remained was a patchy, ugly mess of pink skin and ratty brown stubble, He had found a tub of red lipstick somewhere and had smeared it across his face like war paint. The effect was Nightmarish! (Attila had been a gift that my friend Cysco Pete had given the Devilboy, when he found himself with quite a large surpluses of the little bastards after a business deal went bad, and he had to flee the country to avoid the 8000lb Shit Hammer that was about to come down on him.).
Attila stood there in the hallway door, grunting and snorting like Satan come a callin!....his little mouth hanging agape, raged breath huffing in an out of that red gash....sounding like a steam engine ready to burst!
The look on his face bore the same frazzled, paranoid, incoherent look as Jawbreaker. I looked from one to the other,.....and then back again,....I lick my suddenly chapped lips, and with a tongue that feels as dry and scratchy as sandpaper, I say to him.....
......."Jawbreaker ".....
......."Tell Me".......
....JAWBREAKER YOU BASTARD!!!....
Finally:....WHAT!WHAT!WHAT!......He screams back.
......"WHERE IS THE DEVILBOY DAMN IT!!!!"......
....."AND WHY IN THE SWEET FUCK WOULD YOU GIVE SPEED TO THE MONKEY?!?!"
He stares at me with a wounded expression, "I went to get ice for the bong, and when I came back he had eaten Half my Valiums!....I thought he'd Die! So I put a half gram of speed in his beer!......I may have put to much".
...."I SHOULD DRAG YOU OUT INTO THE STREET AND RIP YOU FUCKING HEART RIGHT OUT OF YOUR CHEST !!!!!!! I scream at him.
I shoot a glance at Attila, but he was preoccupied in the far corner of the room humping Devilboys Jerry Garcia stuffed doll into submission, his little head thrown back in a hideous snarl as he foamed at the mouth, snapping and biting at the air. I shuddered, it was a truly horrible sight to behold!
I was startled back to reality, by the sound of Jawbreakers maniacal Laugh....he's sitting up pointing at Attila's sexual antics, and laughing like a hyena...."HahA..HeeHee....Haw.HAHAHA.....HEHHEH...heeheehee....Ha..Ha!!!"
This makes Attila stop fucking Jerry Garcia, and looking back at Jawbreaker, he stands there slouched over,......Staring at Jawbreaker.......Finally Attila begins Howling and jumping around, He gets both our undivided attention, and realizing this,........Attila grabs his semi-hard penis with one hand, and while obscenely shaking it like a dead fish, he points at Jawbreaker with the other paw, and CROSSES HIS EYES and blows Jawbreaker a huge Razberry!
It turn to Jawbreaker in time to see him reaching frantically under the couch for what I can only assume are his twin Colt hand cannons!......

NEXT TIME ON THE SINNERS CLUB: Pt.3 "A ballad in urgency" Jawbreakers Lament." DON'T MISS IT!!! We'll see you then!! Devils and Debutants!!!

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Remember: Norman Greenbaum may have had a friend in Jesus, but You've got a friend on Me!!!
Sitting in Hell Laughing!!!
Sinfully backpocket13
The Sinners Club President
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......In a Honky Tonk down in Mexico......(Blues for Jawbreaker)
Posted:May 4, 2013 9:48 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2019 3:51 am
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- "Well the first time that I saw him,
He was sitting on a piana stool.
I said "Tell me man, When does the fun begin?"
He just winked his eye and said "Man be Cool"
He wore a red bandana, plays a cool piana
In a Honky Tonk down in down in Mexico
He wore a purple sash and a black mustache
In a Honky Tonk down in Mexico."
- The Coasters

A BALLAD IN URGENCY (OR) "JAWBREAKERS LAMENT"

........Well ya see,...Things were Stranger back then,....in that time and place,.....in that Corner of the World......Things were A Lot Different,....I had Fled the East Coast for The West Cost, in an attempt to Out Run a Broken Heart.....When I Finally stopped to look around, I was in San Deigo,.....I made some friends, a couple Enemies, a ton of Acuaintances and Bedded a Slew of wanna be Starlets.....I slept on the beaches, on floors, couches, and in strangers beds for the better part of Two Months. Until I was seized by the Wanderlust again,.......It's a Wicked Affliction to be Sure!......But I've always felt that to stop moving for To Long would Kill You,....like a Shark,....If a Shark stops Moving, it Dies.....I've Always felt much the Same Way.......So one sunny afternoon, ....For no good Reason at All,.....I grabbed only what I could fit in my Fathers Old Army Ruck Sack,....And embracing the Instincts of my Wandering Soul,....I hitched a ride South with a trio of Beat Farmers in a Rusted Out Old Chevrolet pick up truck, taking their crop south to sell in Ensenada,.....They seemed like a couple of Good Old Boys to Me, one even joked with me in broken English........After about an hour and a half we pulled into some sort of Road Side Cafe/Cantina/Store/Hotel,.....The Proprietor sat in an old Caine rocker on the front porch, he was a half breed Mexican Indian and he seemed to not notice us at all,.....it turned out he had been in a Peyote Trance for several days now and was Absolutely Certain that he was Now a Glass of Orange Juice,......So on the porch he sat,......Visiting his dead relatives,.....I got all this from his Nephew,....His name was Juan Carlos,.....But people called him "Carlos the Jackal"......when he was Twenty or So he got Fish Hooked in a Baroom Dust up, and had his left Cheek completely torn off,....This injury left all the teeth on the left side of his face exposed,....So he looked as if he were constantly snarling.......hence "The Jackel".....He was roughly between the age of 55 and 115, depending on how much Mezcal he had drunk the night before.....But despite his Sinister Visage, He was quite the Gracious host, and before we left he pulled me aside, and sold me what looked like Four Sticks of Dynamite rapped in pink tissue and crepe paper streamers,....He advised me to go set it off on the beach,....At this I chucked, " No, No,....My Good Man! I replied,....."One Never knows when a thing such as this Might come in Handy!"........We sat at a big round scared wooden table, a Gallon of Mezcal an four glasses in different states of disarray. The Worm in the half filled bottle was the size of my little finger........

............Two months later, and 285 Miles South of that small nameless roadside tavern, I awoke in a $5 a week room in a Town whose Name I couldn't even Pronounce.......The first thing I did was use the Hotels computer to get more Funds wired down here, and Pronto!.....My Credit is Impeccable!!!........there should be NO PROBLEMS!......At that time of the year, it gets Hot and Steamy early in the day, and stays that way until well passed Sunset. I spent my early mornings wandering around Old Town looking for the Right Cantina in which to drink the day away in.......after about a week it was a Shifty, Greasy Little French , in a Striped Zoot Suit and a Teal Fidora, who after trying to sell me a Pint of Pure Virgins Blood and a couple of milligrams of Pure Human Adrenalin,.......Who finally directed me to an Old House called "Mi Madres".......The place had been in business for over 180 years,.........The Bar was Dark in the afternoon, the Place was Quiet, the Drinks were Cheap, the Food was Good, the old Juke Box was packed with Special Music, and I Enjoyed the Company.

........The Bouncer was an American , with a Linebackers Build, a Big Shock of Black Hair, shaved into a Mohawk, a lazy eye, and a Chip on his Shoulder that Threatened to tip him Over. He openly wore an old revolver on one hip, and a foot long Pig Sticking Filet Knife on the other,( It gave him the look of an old west outlaw, come unstuck in time).....It made me Wonder exactly What A True American Warrior was doing all the way Down Here in Old Mexico...........
..........The First Time that I wondered into " Mi Madres" Jawbreaker was in the middle of Smashing the Teeth out of the Mouth of some Car Salesman from Des Moines..........He was using a white sport sock with a Billiard Ball knotted in the End........
The whole Nightmarishly Chaotic Episode caused me to Stop and Stare.........
Extreme Violence has that Effect on Me,........It's a Purely Suicidal Instinct.......
Smart People will Run,And that is Correct......
But I however have learned Long Ago to Accept My Instincts,......And Trust Them.
Picking up the Half-Dead Car Salesman by his collar and belt hoop, and using his Head to Open the Alley Door, and pitches him out the door and into a pile of Month old Trash Bags,.....the sewer rats scurry a short distance,.....but begin to creep back toward the body before the door even swings shut.
"Sweet Weepin Jesus!!!....Man!!!....That Shit was Fuckin Cold Blooded!.....You Filthy Savage!!!" I Barked at Him.
He turn slowly to see Who Exactly was addressing Him.......And when our eyes met,.....that Lazy Eye of his was staring off at the Far Corner of Nowhere.
......."That Twisted Little Bastard!" He Said " He wanted to Fuck the twelve year old boy that washes the Dishes and Cleans the Bar!" He turned his head and violently Spit on the barroom floor.
The Pure look of Outrage and Disgust that was on his Face was a Scary Thing,......You could Tell how Strongly he Felt about such things, and it made me Instantly Like the Crazy Bastard,.......Which is what made me Say to Him......."Wait!.....Hold On!!!....Just a Fuckin Second!!!...You Mean WE CAN'T Do that Stuff Here?!?!?!"......"Do You At Least Have Goats!?!?" I Yelled.
His Eyes Narrowed,.......He got Real quiet and a Serious look came over his face.........He still held the Sport Sock,.......It swung like a Pendilum at his side,......Dripping blood on the tiled old floor.........
He looked as if he had to Carefully Consider what I had just said,...Before deciding how to React.
I had made it a habit of keeping a long pearl handled switch blade tucked into the back of my cargo pants,.......And my Left hand was Slowly reaching around for it......The Situation was taking an Ominous Turn,......And I Knew it would take a Little more than a Taste of the Long Knuckle to Subdue This Lunatic!!!........."Oh Shit!....Fuck Man!....OhHaHaHahehehehehoheHoHoHahahehahehahehehe...he ..ha" He Laughed Even Laughed like a Lunatic!.......
Satans Bossom!!! Ithought,.....what sort of Asylum have I walked into here!?!?!?!......If they Serve Alcohol,...Well Fuck!!!......Commit My Ass!!!!......I'm Stayin!!
YOU!!!...He Yells, pointing at Me, "You're a Funny Fucker!!!......Oh shit!,....Hey!...Juan?!?!....JUAN!!!........Did You HEAR This Fuckin Guy!?!?.......He's Great!......Sweet Mother of Christ!" He Yells as he throws a meaty arm around my Shoulders and leads me to his private both at the back of the Bar.......
..........Thirty Six Hours, Sixty Two Beers, Eighteen Margaritas, Thirteen Fat Joints, Nine Lines of Bad Cocaine, Six Bowls of Opium, Four Reds, Three Bottles Of Tequila, and the Two Cuban Cigars we were now smoking as we leaned over the parapet looking down into the bustle of Street Life marching ever onward into eternity, four stories bellow.........We passed a near empty Tequila bottle between the two of us, back and forth,......A Pair of lovely young Mexican girls snoored softly in the next room.
We Drank in Silence, listening to the Drone of the City,......They all have it, from New York to Tokyo.
"Hey Jawbreaker," I asked, "What was it that brought you all the way Down here to the Ass End of the World?"
"Same thing as You I Imagin, either Runnin from Somthin, or Chasin Somethin,.......That's Plain as Day." "Alright" I admitt, Guilty as Charged.......What about You, Running or chasing?"
"Runnin" He replied.
"From What,.....If you Don't mind Speaking of it."
"Killin" He responded flatly.
"What?!?!"
"It was Killin brought me down here."
"Jawbreaker," I nervously laughed.
"You heard me correct, Killin folks is what brought me all the way down here." He said nonchalantly.
"What sort of Folks are you Talking About?!?!"
"All kinds." He replied "All over Too,...They weren't Picky,....Mostly just people they Didn't Like I suppose." He mused.
"Hold The Fuckin Fort a Minute Here!!!.......You're Drunk Man!!!....Get a Good Goddamn Grip on Yourself!!!" I Snapped.
"This is True,...I am Drunk,...VERY DRUNK!!!......Drunk Indeed, which is the ONLY Reason I'm Talking the way I Am to You."
I leaned back, resting the back of my chair against the concrete wall,......and propped my Snake Skin Boots up on the old scarred and stained wooden card table,......I leaned back, and looked up at him with Open Curiosity.

"Well," He began, "I was born and raised way up in the mountains of West Virginia,.....Coal Mining or Raising Pot were the Only Viable way to make a livin,....The best two options Really,....And I weren't No Good at Either....We where Always cold and poor and hungry,....And that'll wear on a body also......Dinner was what ever you were lucky enough to Catch........Which was mostly squirrel, rabbit possum or maybe a muskrat if you was lucky,.....Me being the Eldest of the Seven ,...Which is funny,..... My Pop was the Seventh in his Family too.......He started taking me hunting when I was young,.....I remember my Mother crying when we left.....The first thing I killed was a squirrel, shot him right out of his tree,.......My Father said it was 250 yards if it was a Foot.....And by the End of the Day he was claiming that his was "The Best Natural Shot" that He had ever Seen.....I'm sure it impressed the Fuck Out of his Drinking Buddies......Eitherway......At fifteen I bagged a Ten Pointer at Close to Half a Mile, in a cross wind no less. I think He was Proud of that......I sure Know I was."
I stared out into the Fading Nights Neon Nightmares, Doomed Dreams, Fake Fantasies, Cheap Lies, Broken Promiseses, and Shattered Dreams,....I sat there,.....Waiting in Silence,.....Eventually I lit up a joint,.....that seemed to bring him back from wherever his Mind had Led Him. He stared sadly into the Empty Tequila Bottle,... Holding it up to his eye and squinting like a Sea Captain lookin three a Spy Glass, before Over handing it down into the fairly crowded street four stories below, just missing a Thin Mexican in an orange an green paisley Leasure Suit,...He Screems up obscenities in Spanish,......Jawbreaker smiles and runs his Index Finger along his Throat while pointing at the with his other hand......The glares back, but saunters off to ply his Trade else ware.

....."Yeah"...He Started "I joined the United States Marine Corps straight out of the Tenth Grade,....I had already flunked it Twice, and I Didn't See the Point of hangin around there no more....Plus, at least the Marines Feed you regular, and Took care of your health, Gave you a place to Stay, and some Pocket change to Boot!,....Shit,....That sounded a Hell of a Lot Better than Prison,....which I was Smart Enough to Know was in my Near Future. The Marine Corps were a Dream come True!....It didn't take Them long to Realize that they had a Shooter with some Sand already Cut into him.....So off they sent me to Recon training, then Forced Recon Training, Six months of Various Survival and Combat Training courses,......How to Kill six armed men with a Pencil,...That kind of BullShit." He laughed "Then Sniper School my Friend!....They saved the Best for Last.

......After a Pause to drag on the Joint an pop another beer open,....using the edge of the stone parapet....".The Problem that developed was that I Decided I wasn't a Big Fan of Marine Corps Life,....With its chain of command Bullshit, to many Rules and Regulations,...I was about to up an Quit when that Shit in Nicuragua Hit,....Uncle Sam made me a Scout Sniper, gave me a top of the line long range fifty caliber rifle,...and assigned me a Boy Scout from Shit Lick Arkansas,...This had fire red hair and freckles,.......He looked like that Cat Opie from that Green Acres Show!.....Ha ha' what a fuck up this was!........Jesus!,...he'd Fuck up a Wet Dream!....OhHahahaha............He was One Hell of a Spotter though,.....That Mutherfucker didn't Rattle,....not Him,... had ice in his veins that one did!" He was staring up at the ceiling,......a slight gleam in his good eye.
"He was a Good Huh?" I ask, lamely looking around for another warm beer,
"Christ on his Throne!......Eighteen years old this ,and never been out of Arkansas,......I nick named him "Farkle"......Ya Know, from that old "Saturday Night Live" skit,....."The Farkle Family!!!".......They all had Red Hair!?!?!"......You remember that Shit!?!,......Jesus Wept!,....What were you Raised in a Barn?!?!,....Hahahahahahaha..haha....ha.....cough....Cough!......Cough!Cough!Cough!......cough!....cough" He Weezes and Hacks, but Refuses any attempts for aid, or even a pounding on the back..........After a couple of minutes, he sits up, leans back against the wall, and whipes his eyes with the back of his hand,.......Clears his Throat,.....And continues,
........."We killed sixty eight people, all said and done.......sixty eight people, Frarkle and Me.....after he was killed, I just lost the Taste for it. Just plain Refused to do it any more,.....Orders or Not. They Court Martialed Me, and I was Discharged." He said indiferently " So Anyway, there I was, Twenty something years old, with absolutely No training in Anything but killing."
"All I wanted was to be left in peace, on my own terms, out were the Real winds blow!"
........."But then I went and did about the dumbest thing a man can do!"
"What's that?" I reply while rolling up another bone,
.........."I ended up falling in Love with a Mexican Stripper named "Skittles"
"So when she went back home to Old Mexico,.....Naturally I Followed........

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.............TO BE CONCLUDED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OF "THE DEVILS TALES".......UNTIL THE NEXT TIME DEMONS AND DEBUTANTS, THERE ARE SEVEN DEADLY SINS AND SEVEN DAYS IN THE WEEK, LETS TRY TO BREAK AT LEAST ONE A DAY, THAT'S NOT TO MUCH TO ASK NOW IS IT?
Sinfully Yours backlpocket13
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••••••PROFILE FRIENDLY FACE, FREE!!!••••••
Posted:Apr 19, 2013 12:25 am
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2013 7:01 pm
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!!!!!!!!!!WELCOME TO THE SINNERS CLUB!!!!!!!!!!!

FOR ALL THE MEN OUT THERE IN LONELY LAND, YOUR TIME HAS COME!!!!..........

.......Well we all know that the Profile Photo is One of the Most Important Photos Here, NOTE: No mention of the "Cock Shot" Needed! Its Understandable that At Your Age you are Still Insecure with Your sexuality, OR You are Afraid of being Seen by Friends, Family or Co Workers,(My Mother is on this Site, So I Understand, Believe Me I Do!) SO, RELAX, I am here with the Solution!
SIMPLY CUT OUT THE PROVIDED MASK (EYE HOLES OPTIONAL FOR ASSHOLES) HOLD OVER YOUR FACE, AND USE DUCT TAPE OR A STAPLE GUN TO FIX IN PLACE,TAKE NEW PROFILE PHOTO, THEN POST. (E-mails will begin to Pour In from Women/Men Around the Globe!).............TRUST US, WE ARE HERE TO HELP!
Thank you,
The Sinners Club Staff
Better Living Through Sin!
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••••••••••PHONE SEX••••••••••••
Posted:Apr 15, 2013 2:19 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2013 10:37 pm
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WELCOME TO THE WORLD FAMOUS SINNERS CLUB!!!! Coming at You LIVE, Straight outta HELL!!!

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.....OK,..Editor in Chief, The Devilboy here Today folks, no one else showed today, No Doubt "The Boss" is still Sleeping off last nights Romp with his "BodyGaurd", this is MY chance to Post a Piece of Last Nights Sexcapades,(all the phones here are fixed with recorders, its the only way to replay the death threats we recieve, so we can laugh af them all, then respond) Hope You Enjoy This As Much As They Seemed To, It s Gonna be MY ASS, but its SO worth it!!!
- Editor in Chief- The Devilboy

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NOTE: bp13 is the Boss, Busty, is well Ms Boop, Just TRY To Follow Along, Thanks
bp13: Hi Betts i'm calling to say Thanks again for running things here, and for nursing my back to health, I really love you for it Darlin,....
Busty: UhhHuh,.....Ohhh!.....
bp13: Betts, you there?
Busty: yesssss?........I was thinking, bad boy, we didnt make sure EVERTHING was Working OK,......Soooooo........
bl13: Hey whats with that voice?....did you go back to working those Phone Sex Lines? I'm giving you another raise Baby,.....Uhmmm,....Betts,....
Busty: Honey,....Do you know what i'm doing Right Now?,.....Ohhhhh!!,........(soft whimpering, panting, and a strange buzzing in the background)
bp13: Heh heh, yeah I got a pretty good idea!, Should I call you back?......or,....ummm,......
Busty: Get Your Cock Out!!!!...NOW!!!!
bl13: It's been out,....Whoops,.....yeah,....uhmm,
Busty: OHHH....Rub it for me Honey...
bp13: Ohhh Baby,....(Taking of the Lords Name in Vain, Repeatedly).....Darlin,....
Busty: Tell Me!!!...Oh you Bad Boy,.....Tell me what you want to do to ME!!!,....Ohhhhh,.....(increased buzzing, panting, and soft moans)......
bp13: Well,....First, I grab you by that Jet Black hair, a good handfull, pulling back your head, I stare into your pale blue eyes, your scent is intoxicating, and I lean in and kiss your neck, your throat and your earlobe, giving the last a gentle bite, our Mouths Meet, slowly, small Kisses that work up into a frenzy, a clash of Lips and Tongues. We part long enough for me to drop to my knees in front of you, you undo the shoulder straps of your dress, and it falls to your feet in a puddle, you step from it, and gracefully place your right leg over my left shoulder, and grabbing my hair now, I stare up at your Beauty, using my fingers to feel you, velvety smooth, like heaven,...I lean in and.......

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SHIT!! SHIT FUCK DOUBLE FUCK!!!! THE BOSS JUST STROLLED IN..........Remember,....Not a Word about this!!!!......Shit,...He's gonna have her Kill Me!!!....The Devilboy
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******SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW******
Posted:Mar 5, 2013 10:18 pm
Last Updated:May 6, 2013 1:34 am
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NO SYMPATHY FROM THIS DEVIL!!!!

Hello? Am I getting through?!? NO it's not backpocket13, I KNOW I KNOW this is indeed his blog, but this ain't him, No No, this is The Devilboy I live here to. ANYWAY, I gotta make it speedy, that crazy bastard will regain consciousness in the next few hours, and the first thing he's gonna do is update his stupid fuckin blog! THAT STUPID BASTARD!!! He's fuckin certifiably crazy!! I mean HOLY FUCK!!! He come stumbling in on Sunday morning in a FUCKIN CHICKEN SUIT!!! Think I'm shittin you??? That's what I said, a big YELLOW fuckin chicken suit, and to make matters worse!!!!, the ASS of the DAMN suit was cut out!!! Can you fuckin believe that shit !!!OH WE'LL, DON'T SAY YOU WEREN'T WARNED!!! And what ever you do don't tell the bastard I was here, I couldn't stand that big of a SHIT STORM!! ...........ALRIGHT THEN....I gotta go, I can hear a rumbling down on the street , it's my good friend Jawbreakers 63 Caddilac CoupDeville, he revs the engine, Jawbreaker has a pair of chrome Colt Pythons and we are headed out to the dump to shoot rats...SHIT!... The car stereo volume jumped, I can hear Lou Reed and The Velvet Underground wailing about Waiting on the Man. How appropriate! ALRIGHTY THEN I really gotta run, remember, CRACKERS!!!
-The Devilboy

PS HEY!, CYSCO PETE, Thanks for the resis monkey!!! I shaved him bald and named him ATTILA!!! GREAT FUN!!! If they ever let your morally bankrupt ass back into the country, LOOK ME UP!!!

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••The FIRST word that YOU think of is the ANSWER ••
Posted:Apr 20, 2013 12:38 am
Last Updated:May 1, 2013 3:26 am
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WELCOME TO THE WORLD FAMOUS SINNERS CLUB!!!!

..........OK What's The First Thought that Went through that precious little head of yours when you saw this picture?!?! ONE SENTENCE COMMENTS ONLY!!!

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••••••••••FOR BUSTYBETTYBOOP••••••••••
Posted:Apr 6, 2013 12:42 am
Last Updated:May 1, 2013 3:27 am
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-------------->WELCOME TO THE WORLD FAMOUS SINNERS CLUB<--------------

.....It's not often that we get requests down here, but this one came from a Sinners Club V.I.P. Member.(Like I could tell her No!) So here is your request Darlin, "The Infamous Back Tattoo Picture" I sent you one Also, Really the Least I could do for my Girl. - backpocket13
PS Feel better, both of you!
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