💾 Archived View for gemini.spam.works › mirrors › textfiles › magazines › HOE › hoe-0549.txt captured on 2022-06-12 at 12:33:52.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
[--------------------------------------------------------------------------]
ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #549
`888' `888' d8P' `Y8b `888' `8
888 888 888 888 888 "Just Another Friday"
888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8
888 888 888 888 888 " by AnonGirl
888 888 `88b d88' 888 o 4/3/99
o888o o888o `Y8bood8P' o888ooooood8
[--------------------------------------------------------------------------]
Jodie was halfway through her blowjob as I continued nursing my
slippery nipple. It'd been a slow night, but it was only 7 o'clock. The
night was just beginning. I'd been dealing with black Mexicans for a good
part of the evening. Jake and Sheryl arrived at 7:15, as usual. They
were in the mood for fun. Harry was crystal clean since 5 o'clock,
although Julie was a burning bitch since the start of the evening. I
decided to try my hand at capital punishment, though it was too harsh for
my likings. It was time for some absolute stress. Michael was slurpin'
the googe for roughly an hour, and then decided to try faith, hope and
garrity, which he didn't like very much. Jodie reeked of a dirty girl
scout, and Sheryl was paying most of her attention to her screamin' commie.
Julie, idiot that she is, dropped her dirty tampon on the floor. Such a
nuclear waste, it was. Anthony showed up at 7:45, as usual, and greeted
me instantly with a Sicilian kiss. I felt sick, because I had just had
sex in Paul's bedroom before he arrived. Ricky, Michael and Bernardette
all had threesomes, and Harry told me he wanted me to try masturbation
with him. I told him, "Maybe later", and he agreed. He then gave me a
real pussy crusher, so I returned the favour by offering him an abortion.
The after dinner mint went well with the smegma. Marie had taken too much
of Grandpa's ol' cough syrup, and was beginning to look very pale. She
took some Tootsie Rolls and was feeling better within five minutes. 8:30
and still no sign of Tom. He was probably somewhere else, in between a
firestorm and a tight snatch. Julie wasn't being as inept as she was
before, ever since Harry had given her a wrinkled weenie. Jack had been
doing push ups for a while, and I was staring at his innocent eyes on the
table for quite some time. I decided that I wanted them, and so I took
them. Jack was angry at this. I replaced his innocent eyes with clit
licks, and he was pleased. Harry asked me what I wanted next, and I
replied, "Get laid." That was very refreshing. Tom finally showed up,
smelling of dirty ashtrays. I was disgusted by this, but gave him a
peppermint treat to get rid of the fetor. Julie continued with her stinky
beaver and stiff dick for a while. She'd be feeling ill the next day, no
doubt. By 10pm, everyone was surrounded by a Canadian moose, several
scorpions, a jamaican bobsled, and about ten Montreal club bouncers. The
only thing left to do was see who could have the most sand in the ass by
the end of the night. I would've preferred to have a scummy nut sack, but
tonight was Ricky's choice, since it was his birthday and all. Sand in the
ass it was. We let Ricky win, because we knew he loved sand in the ass the
most. The evening ended soon after, everyone parting their ways. I
decided to treat myself to a tidy bowel before Tom and I went home.
Tom and I had wild sex when we got home. I had mutliple orgasms,
and so did he. After that, we shared a beer and a smoke, and went to bed.
I woke up with the worst hangover of my entire life.
[--------------------------------------------------------------------------]
[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #549 - WRITTEN BY: ANONGIRL - 4/3/99 ]