Tuesday, August 5, 2008
I got Fanuci in Deep Doo Doo
Just a couple of days ago the Master gave Fanuci his Internet privileges back. You see, Fanuci had a habit of visiting conservative Websites like FreeRepublic, FoxNews, and the Drudge Report and hetero porn sites. Well, thanks to the Internet filters of Kelly Millis, Inez Mitchell and that dead fatass Joannie Saulright, the Master was able to spy on Fanuci. So, he took away his Internet for a month. Well, I thought I would play a trick on that fat fuck, so I brought him into my room and showed him my favorite Website: www.cakefarts.com. Well, I conveniently left the room and then told the Master that Fanuci was watching porn again. I have to admit, I also had to leave the room because I was so aroused. As soon as the Master headed in I went out back watching and pounding away on my shitcock with glee as he punished Fanuci. Fanuci never knew what hit him. The Master saw the vile depradations that Fanuci was watching and berated Fanuci who gave him the lame excuse that I "foiced" him to watch it. The Lib nailed him in the gut then Cut and Run him through the monitor!!! It was hilarious- Fanuci's fat ass kept getting zapped by the malfnuctioning monitor. Just then, Fanuci's sister Toni showed up and we went back to my room and I gave her the brown log while Fanuci lay unconscious at our feet. Right before I finished I made sure to release some Hershey's Syrup all over Fanuci's face and gut.
Friday, June 27, 2008
My response to a letter from Fanuci
Dear Toid
Boy, the utter humiliation of my life is a constant. However, I did not figure it applied to my defacation time which I refer to "doo-doo sports".
Just last month, I was pissing out of my ass every time I went to visit the commode. Every time!!! This has been going on for two or more years. Eventually I had had enough of dat crap. I had always hoid that cheese could cause constipation, so I got the great idea to just start consuming dairy. I started eating as much of it as I could stand -- milk, cheeses, etc. -- and cutting my fluid intake. I did not drink any soda, any Kool-Aid, anything. I started dis diet a few weeks ago. And I tell you, the poop stopped. Foist, the liquid dried up -- I noticed for the foist few days I had no dried shit fluid in my drawers. Within one week, not only did I have no ass liquid, but the shits were coming fewer and farther between. By the next week, I noticed that I had not crapped for tree days. No pressure, no emergency, and no poop. It was really strange.
At the start of the foyth shitless day, it hit right as I started my chores at Libtown. The pressure hoyt -- and I mean it really hoyt. It felt like nothing I have felt befoy. I made a mad dash for the bathroom and my favorite stall. I sat down to what I tought would be a great, easy release of my ass paste. I could not have been more wrong. I sat down. For five minutes, nothing happened. What the fuck!! With the pressure I was feeling, I was sure it would have shot out of my dimpply ass the moment I sat down and there was nothing. So I pushed a little. I could feel it, but nothing happened. So I went for broke and pushed a lot--using da "man-boyth" technique. I have never felt such pain. I felt my tiny virgin ass being molested by a gigantic, hole-ripping brown monster. I swore I heard it yelling, "Squeal, Squeal!!" I had to stop pushing -- and it was then that I realized just how much trouble I was in. The monster sucked back into my ass cavity. I winced in pain and pushed again, getting it a little further out. But OH MY GOD, THE PAIN!!
It continued to climb back up into my asshole every time I relaxed, and I realized I was being sodomized by this damn thing--like a big giant black cock...IN MY ASS!!!I fought and struggled with it for about half an hour. I finally gritted the old teeth and managed to hold on, to not release, to keep it sticking out. I closed my eyes and just thought, "I have to get this over with." Sweat was running down my brow, my body was shaking, and my hole was in dire straits. I pushed with everything I had -- and I shit you not, I opened my eyes and all I saw was white light. The pain was indescribable. But den the pain had abated, like I had an anal orgasm, and I hoyd a splash. I had to look, and what I was greeted with was nothing less than the longest fuckin' toyd I had ever seen -- don't get me wrong, it was at least a yard -- but it was as big around as my wrist! I swear to everything holy. I still can't believe the sheer mass of this thing.
Dis Trojan toyd caused my knees to shake. I felt beaten, raped, humiliated, but thankfully I was alive. Needless to say, I did not have any more to unload. I wiped my sowa, bloody, chocolately love tunnel and -- no surprise -- hardly any mess there. I guess, like a crusty lead pipe, the damn thing had scraped my ass-cavity clean and left very little residue on the Hoishy Highway.
What's woyse, this fucking monster did not flush. I tried not oncet, not twicet, not thricet, but foy times. Each time the toilet clogged. I had to finally pick it up with my bare hands and sqish it up enough with my fingas for it to go down the poyselin water slide and join his friends.
Love,
Tony
---Fanuci, you ass-fuck, stop grovelling. That won't fool a bright person like me. You are a freak and an asshole. You say that you did not enjoy the "Long Sol". Well excuse me! Next you'll be telling us that the sun shines out of your asshole. Most of your stories have been shitty in more ways than one. The above is your worst by far because it's so hypocritical. You're not good enough to wipe the Master's ass, after he let loose some oily diarrea, with your tongue. So don't play innocent with us. Also, try using Spell Check next time you post, you fat donkey ass-raping fuck slut!!!
Boy, the utter humiliation of my life is a constant. However, I did not figure it applied to my defacation time which I refer to "doo-doo sports".
Just last month, I was pissing out of my ass every time I went to visit the commode. Every time!!! This has been going on for two or more years. Eventually I had had enough of dat crap. I had always hoid that cheese could cause constipation, so I got the great idea to just start consuming dairy. I started eating as much of it as I could stand -- milk, cheeses, etc. -- and cutting my fluid intake. I did not drink any soda, any Kool-Aid, anything. I started dis diet a few weeks ago. And I tell you, the poop stopped. Foist, the liquid dried up -- I noticed for the foist few days I had no dried shit fluid in my drawers. Within one week, not only did I have no ass liquid, but the shits were coming fewer and farther between. By the next week, I noticed that I had not crapped for tree days. No pressure, no emergency, and no poop. It was really strange.
At the start of the foyth shitless day, it hit right as I started my chores at Libtown. The pressure hoyt -- and I mean it really hoyt. It felt like nothing I have felt befoy. I made a mad dash for the bathroom and my favorite stall. I sat down to what I tought would be a great, easy release of my ass paste. I could not have been more wrong. I sat down. For five minutes, nothing happened. What the fuck!! With the pressure I was feeling, I was sure it would have shot out of my dimpply ass the moment I sat down and there was nothing. So I pushed a little. I could feel it, but nothing happened. So I went for broke and pushed a lot--using da "man-boyth" technique. I have never felt such pain. I felt my tiny virgin ass being molested by a gigantic, hole-ripping brown monster. I swore I heard it yelling, "Squeal, Squeal!!" I had to stop pushing -- and it was then that I realized just how much trouble I was in. The monster sucked back into my ass cavity. I winced in pain and pushed again, getting it a little further out. But OH MY GOD, THE PAIN!!
It continued to climb back up into my asshole every time I relaxed, and I realized I was being sodomized by this damn thing--like a big giant black cock...IN MY ASS!!!I fought and struggled with it for about half an hour. I finally gritted the old teeth and managed to hold on, to not release, to keep it sticking out. I closed my eyes and just thought, "I have to get this over with." Sweat was running down my brow, my body was shaking, and my hole was in dire straits. I pushed with everything I had -- and I shit you not, I opened my eyes and all I saw was white light. The pain was indescribable. But den the pain had abated, like I had an anal orgasm, and I hoyd a splash. I had to look, and what I was greeted with was nothing less than the longest fuckin' toyd I had ever seen -- don't get me wrong, it was at least a yard -- but it was as big around as my wrist! I swear to everything holy. I still can't believe the sheer mass of this thing.
Dis Trojan toyd caused my knees to shake. I felt beaten, raped, humiliated, but thankfully I was alive. Needless to say, I did not have any more to unload. I wiped my sowa, bloody, chocolately love tunnel and -- no surprise -- hardly any mess there. I guess, like a crusty lead pipe, the damn thing had scraped my ass-cavity clean and left very little residue on the Hoishy Highway.
What's woyse, this fucking monster did not flush. I tried not oncet, not twicet, not thricet, but foy times. Each time the toilet clogged. I had to finally pick it up with my bare hands and sqish it up enough with my fingas for it to go down the poyselin water slide and join his friends.
Love,
Tony
---Fanuci, you ass-fuck, stop grovelling. That won't fool a bright person like me. You are a freak and an asshole. You say that you did not enjoy the "Long Sol". Well excuse me! Next you'll be telling us that the sun shines out of your asshole. Most of your stories have been shitty in more ways than one. The above is your worst by far because it's so hypocritical. You're not good enough to wipe the Master's ass, after he let loose some oily diarrea, with your tongue. So don't play innocent with us. Also, try using Spell Check next time you post, you fat donkey ass-raping fuck slut!!!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
My ode to Kelly Millis
Since Kelly was destroyed in the Lumber Minion Match his life is essentially over. The master has taken him in as a fuck slave like Fanuci. Here is my ode to Kelly the Fruit.
He ate and drank at the Inconvenient Cafe,
His tool grew robust;
He knew no more that his sight was poor,
Nor that his anus cavity was dust.
He pranced along with dingy gays,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a strap-on and porno book.
What liberty
A loosened stool brings!
He ate and drank at the Inconvenient Cafe,
His tool grew robust;
He knew no more that his sight was poor,
Nor that his anus cavity was dust.
He pranced along with dingy gays,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a strap-on and porno book.
What liberty
A loosened stool brings!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
The Master's Book
Below are excerpts from the handbook that the Master wrote. All members of Frustrated Inc must use this as a guide when humiliating that fat fuck, Fanuci. It's available for sale at the Braddock County Public Library. ENJOY!!!
Pgs. 120-127
*Make Fanuci give Kelly Millis a full body or prostate massage
*Make Fanuci hand wash the Turd's diaper.
*Make Fanuci polish Rev. Dr. Curtis's shoes with his tongue.
*Dress Fanuci up like the slut that he is
*Take pictures/video of Fanuci shitting or when he's dressed as a girl
*When you go to the Braddock County Public Library, order Fanuci to tie himself up, be naked or dressed up as a girl and be kneeling at the door for when you arrive. Give him plenty of chores to do while you're gone
*Make Fanuci think of a new way for you to humiliate him.
Punish him if you don't think it's good enough.
------------------------- Pgs. 547-559, If Fanuci must be punished for failure to be humiliated properly:
*Spank or whip him
*Tie him in an uncomfortable position.
*Hog tie Fanuci with his wrists and ankles together
*Place Fanuci in a wheel-barrow with his knees pulled up to his shoulders good for spanking and everything is exposed and vulnerable.
*Make Fanuci wear a chastity belt.
*Attach clothes pins to his nipples, twist, then quickly pull off.
*Put a butt plug in Fanuci's ass. Or get out the strap-on.
*Double up Fanuci's domestic chores, make them more difficult: tie Fanuci's hands; make the fat fuck use a toothbrush to clean the toilet, tie his ankles with a short chain and make him wear extra high heels.
*Put Ben-gay or icy-hot on Fanuci's nipples, then drip candle wax on them.
*Make him do nude exercises (jumping jacks, leg spreads, squats, aerobics...) in the public library.
Pgs. 120-127
*Make Fanuci give Kelly Millis a full body or prostate massage
*Make Fanuci hand wash the Turd's diaper.
*Make Fanuci polish Rev. Dr. Curtis's shoes with his tongue.
*Dress Fanuci up like the slut that he is
*Take pictures/video of Fanuci shitting or when he's dressed as a girl
*When you go to the Braddock County Public Library, order Fanuci to tie himself up, be naked or dressed up as a girl and be kneeling at the door for when you arrive. Give him plenty of chores to do while you're gone
*Make Fanuci think of a new way for you to humiliate him.
Punish him if you don't think it's good enough.
------------------------- Pgs. 547-559, If Fanuci must be punished for failure to be humiliated properly:
*Spank or whip him
*Tie him in an uncomfortable position.
*Hog tie Fanuci with his wrists and ankles together
*Place Fanuci in a wheel-barrow with his knees pulled up to his shoulders good for spanking and everything is exposed and vulnerable.
*Make Fanuci wear a chastity belt.
*Attach clothes pins to his nipples, twist, then quickly pull off.
*Put a butt plug in Fanuci's ass. Or get out the strap-on.
*Double up Fanuci's domestic chores, make them more difficult: tie Fanuci's hands; make the fat fuck use a toothbrush to clean the toilet, tie his ankles with a short chain and make him wear extra high heels.
*Put Ben-gay or icy-hot on Fanuci's nipples, then drip candle wax on them.
*Make him do nude exercises (jumping jacks, leg spreads, squats, aerobics...) in the public library.
Friday, May 9, 2008
The Master is Mad
Tuesday night was a terrible night for The Master. We were riding in his stretch Prius when we heard the news that the turd colored one had defeated the Master's immortal beloved, Hillary in North Carolina. I have never seen the Master so enraged. He popped a bunch of Libotines, and some other barbituates and shoved some of the directly into his anus. He ordered the driver to turn the Prius around but as the driver went to do the three point turn a car behind us filled the gap so that we could not back up. The Master was enraged and looked just like the cartoon steam whistles or teapots as they get red hot and blare. He turned red, the purple then just went nuts. He jumped out of the car and went to the car that had blocked us and yanked an old black out of the car and tried to hit him with the Cut and Run but missed. The old colored man started hitting him as the Master yelled "I hate you Uncle Tombama!!!" We finally restrained him and got him back in the car before he hurt himself. What a strange night.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
I did not know that energy and saving the environment could be so
By Nichola Groom
RIVERDALE, California (Reuters) - Imagine a vat of liquid cow manure covering the area of five football fields and 33 feet deep. Meet California's most alternative new energy.
On a dairy farm in the Golden State's agricultural heartland, utility PG&E Corp began on Tuesday producing natural gas derived from manure, in what it hopes will be a new way to power homes with renewable, if not entirely clean, energy.
The Vintage Dairy Biogas Project, the brainchild of life- long dairyman David Albers, aims to provide the natural gas needed to power 1,200 homes a day, Albers said at the facility's inauguration ceremony.
"When most people see a pile of manure, they see a pile of manure. We saw it as an opportunity for farmers, for utilities, and for California," Albers said.
In addition to being a partner in the 5,000-head Vintage Dairy, Albers is also president of BioEnergy Solutions, the company that funded and built the facility which cost millions of dollars. PG&E is simply a customer and the companies declined to give details of project finances.
As cow manure decomposes, it produces methane, a greenhouse gas more potent than carbon dioxide. Scientists say controlling methane emissions from animals such as cows would be a major step in addressing climate change.
Enter the Vintage Dairy project. As luck would have it, methane can be captured and treated to produce renewable gas, and California regulators have directed PG&E and other utilities to make renewable energy at least 20 percent of their electricity supplies by 2010.
PG&E expects to reach 14 percent this year, thanks in small part at least to its partnership with BioEnergy Solutions.
To tap the renewable gas from cow manure, the Vintage Dairy farm first flushes manure into a large, octagonal pit, where it becomes about 99 percent water. It is then pumped into a covered lagoon, first passing through a screen that filters out large solids that eventually become the cows' bedding.
The covered lagoon, or "digester," is the size of nearly five football fields and about 33 feet deep. It is lined with plastic to protect the ground water and the cover, made of high density polyethylene, is held down at the edges by concrete. The digester's cover was sunken into the lagoon on Tuesday, but officials said it would be taut and raised in a few days as the gas collects underneath it.
Weights on top of the digester channel the gas to the small facility where it is "scrubbed" of hydrogen sulfide and carbon dioxide. The end product is "close to 99 percent pure methane" according to BioEnergy Chief Operating Officer Thomas Hintz.
Once it is treated, the gas is injected into PG&E's pipeline, where it will be shipped to a power plant in Northern California.
According to Albers, PG&E and California state officials, biogas is a major opportunity for dairy farmers to make extra revenue while helping the environment.
"There are a lot of lagoons like this in California that don't have lining in them," said James Boyd, commissioner and vice chair of the California Energy Commission. "There is a business case to be made for this ... climate change has really provided the incentive to do this."
Both BioEnergy Solutions and PG&E are actively courting dairy farmers, whose cow manure is now simply being used as fertilizer, allowing the methane to be released into the air as a greenhouse gas.
"With nearly 2 million dairy cows in California, the potential is great," said Roy Kuga, vice president of energy supply for San Fransisco-based PG&E. The company has a partnership with another company, Microgy, which is currently setting up biogas projects at three California dairies.
In practice, however, not every dairy could participate in such a project because some are not located close enough to the necessary gas transmission lines, PG&E officials said.
Still, for now there are plenty of dairies to get on board. A second dairy in Fresno county has already agreed to join the Vintage Dairy project and Albers estimated gas from the two dairies combined could power 2,500 homes a day. The Vintage Dairy facility could accommodate gas from up to two or three more dairies, depending on the size, officials said.
RIVERDALE, California (Reuters) - Imagine a vat of liquid cow manure covering the area of five football fields and 33 feet deep. Meet California's most alternative new energy.
On a dairy farm in the Golden State's agricultural heartland, utility PG&E Corp began on Tuesday producing natural gas derived from manure, in what it hopes will be a new way to power homes with renewable, if not entirely clean, energy.
The Vintage Dairy Biogas Project, the brainchild of life- long dairyman David Albers, aims to provide the natural gas needed to power 1,200 homes a day, Albers said at the facility's inauguration ceremony.
"When most people see a pile of manure, they see a pile of manure. We saw it as an opportunity for farmers, for utilities, and for California," Albers said.
In addition to being a partner in the 5,000-head Vintage Dairy, Albers is also president of BioEnergy Solutions, the company that funded and built the facility which cost millions of dollars. PG&E is simply a customer and the companies declined to give details of project finances.
As cow manure decomposes, it produces methane, a greenhouse gas more potent than carbon dioxide. Scientists say controlling methane emissions from animals such as cows would be a major step in addressing climate change.
Enter the Vintage Dairy project. As luck would have it, methane can be captured and treated to produce renewable gas, and California regulators have directed PG&E and other utilities to make renewable energy at least 20 percent of their electricity supplies by 2010.
PG&E expects to reach 14 percent this year, thanks in small part at least to its partnership with BioEnergy Solutions.
To tap the renewable gas from cow manure, the Vintage Dairy farm first flushes manure into a large, octagonal pit, where it becomes about 99 percent water. It is then pumped into a covered lagoon, first passing through a screen that filters out large solids that eventually become the cows' bedding.
The covered lagoon, or "digester," is the size of nearly five football fields and about 33 feet deep. It is lined with plastic to protect the ground water and the cover, made of high density polyethylene, is held down at the edges by concrete. The digester's cover was sunken into the lagoon on Tuesday, but officials said it would be taut and raised in a few days as the gas collects underneath it.
Weights on top of the digester channel the gas to the small facility where it is "scrubbed" of hydrogen sulfide and carbon dioxide. The end product is "close to 99 percent pure methane" according to BioEnergy Chief Operating Officer Thomas Hintz.
Once it is treated, the gas is injected into PG&E's pipeline, where it will be shipped to a power plant in Northern California.
According to Albers, PG&E and California state officials, biogas is a major opportunity for dairy farmers to make extra revenue while helping the environment.
"There are a lot of lagoons like this in California that don't have lining in them," said James Boyd, commissioner and vice chair of the California Energy Commission. "There is a business case to be made for this ... climate change has really provided the incentive to do this."
Both BioEnergy Solutions and PG&E are actively courting dairy farmers, whose cow manure is now simply being used as fertilizer, allowing the methane to be released into the air as a greenhouse gas.
"With nearly 2 million dairy cows in California, the potential is great," said Roy Kuga, vice president of energy supply for San Fransisco-based PG&E. The company has a partnership with another company, Microgy, which is currently setting up biogas projects at three California dairies.
In practice, however, not every dairy could participate in such a project because some are not located close enough to the necessary gas transmission lines, PG&E officials said.
Still, for now there are plenty of dairies to get on board. A second dairy in Fresno county has already agreed to join the Vintage Dairy project and Albers estimated gas from the two dairies combined could power 2,500 homes a day. The Vintage Dairy facility could accommodate gas from up to two or three more dairies, depending on the size, officials said.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Song
This is my guest song on Da Crunk's album. It's called Shit.
I crap on your chest
You say "Mmm, I'm the best!"
I start stabbing your back pocket
My asshole fires like a rocket
It makes a weird noise
Cause it smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
We headed down to Mexico
And then I crapped on your ho
I give you the middle finger
You poo in anger
But it makes no difference
Cause it smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
I see you come to work late
I get nervous so I masterbate
Asshole rashes are contagious
That's really outrageous
You should change your diaper
Come back when it's clean
I want to see your butt cheeks glisten with a sheen
Cause it smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
Squeeze all the juice out
Incase you ate some trout
Keep your distance stanky crotch
I'm watching you like a fox
Nuts scaley like an alligator
I farted in an elevator
Mister please just let me be
Before my pants smell like pee pee
Please get the clue
I got to doo-doo
Cause it smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
I crap on your chest
You say "Mmm, I'm the best!"
I start stabbing your back pocket
My asshole fires like a rocket
It makes a weird noise
Cause it smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
We headed down to Mexico
And then I crapped on your ho
I give you the middle finger
You poo in anger
But it makes no difference
Cause it smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
I see you come to work late
I get nervous so I masterbate
Asshole rashes are contagious
That's really outrageous
You should change your diaper
Come back when it's clean
I want to see your butt cheeks glisten with a sheen
Cause it smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
Squeeze all the juice out
Incase you ate some trout
Keep your distance stanky crotch
I'm watching you like a fox
Nuts scaley like an alligator
I farted in an elevator
Mister please just let me be
Before my pants smell like pee pee
Please get the clue
I got to doo-doo
Cause it smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
Smells like shit
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Chocolate Bliss
I was recently asked how do the members of Frustrated Inc celebrate our success? We'll I can't speak for everyone, I only interact directly with the Master and Fanuci. However I can speak for myself. For instance, after I arrived at An Inconvenient Cafe the other night to work a double shift I crapped in my costume and then worked 12 straight hours preparing dessert. Felt so good with that hot gooey pile dumped in this latex and foam.
I wished that I could live with some one (or two or three) in a shanty where there is no toilet so we would have no choice but to dump chocolate goo in our pants or on each other. Or even just use the floor to marinate and then roll around in it. Love to be nasty and dirty and filthy. In fact, everytime i dump i cream myself.
When I am in a particularly good mood, I empty my bowels in my roommate's (Fanuci) Converse sneakers, then go for a walk.
I especially love to spill my stool in my verry tight leather s&m Turd outfit, with cowboy boots, which I wear for Hillary fund-raisers. My leathers are so tight, that I must open my costume first to be able to unload in them. Then I close my leather suit and sit down, all my warm and smelly waste is squisshed between my legs down to the toes in my boots....yummy.
I wished that I could live with some one (or two or three) in a shanty where there is no toilet so we would have no choice but to dump chocolate goo in our pants or on each other. Or even just use the floor to marinate and then roll around in it. Love to be nasty and dirty and filthy. In fact, everytime i dump i cream myself.
When I am in a particularly good mood, I empty my bowels in my roommate's (Fanuci) Converse sneakers, then go for a walk.
I especially love to spill my stool in my verry tight leather s&m Turd outfit, with cowboy boots, which I wear for Hillary fund-raisers. My leathers are so tight, that I must open my costume first to be able to unload in them. Then I close my leather suit and sit down, all my warm and smelly waste is squisshed between my legs down to the toes in my boots....yummy.
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