Normally something like today’s topic would go in the little sidebar over there to the right… but this is so freakin’ frightening, I had to make it front and center.
Oh yeah, yesterday was Dad’s Birthday. Happy Birthday Dad! I won’t mention how old you are, and since I’m going to recommend that family and the squeamish stop reading here, I think I’ll save more wishes until another post.
Right now I’m between finals for my classes. I’ve got two of the four done, and about an hour before the next one. So, here I am looking to be entertained by the net. Holy shit I was NOT looking for this. This is where I recommend you heed my warning Mom…
So I stumbled onto a story in The Seattle Times. I’d suggest reading it, but not right now. Right now, I suggest you read me. Here are the need to know details though: On July 2, a 45-year-old Seattle man died from something called acute peritonitis. Know what that is? No? Well, we’ll get to what that is in a bit.
For starters, I’ll go ahead and admit that I have a thing for piercing’s and the occasional tattoo. Ok, you got me. I’m busted. Big deal. I also seem to think that vinyl boots and stockings are not only outrageously hot, but slightly naughty, which is ok with me. Guilty. However, I will no longer be scared of being slightly twisted. Not any more… no no no. I’ve been accused of finding the freaky ones. Maybe so, but not one of them has EVER recounted the story of when this happened to them! Thank you both, btw. Like I only know two…
Anyone have any idea as to how you acquire “acute peritonitis”? Well let me tell you how this guy did. Seems he had his colon “perforated” while he was having sex… with a horse. That’s right boys and girls, the dude died from an overdose of horse cock! Nice image as to how that happens huh? Seems you simply take an over amorous horse and a guy who I can at best describe as a f*ck up. (I just formed a sentence using the words “died”, “overdose”, “from”, “dude”, “horse” and “cock”, and I’m just waiting for the awards to come to me. Anytime now, I’m sure.) Anyway, back to how… seems you take one losers poop chute and grease it up with, hell I dunno, lard, then you have your buddy guide some horse cock for you. That’s right, there was someone there helping make the love connection! So not only is he a witness, but since he was holding Mr. Ed, can’t he be held for like, I dunno, accessory to stupidity?
I guess once old boy got the horse on in there, he wasn’t strong enough to stop the full force of a horse cock thrust. I mean you know that’s what happened! From other accounts, the man attempted to use his hand similar to the way those who practice the fine art of fellatio sometimes do; as a spacer to prevent gagging. Guy… your hand is at best 6 inches broad. Now, I dunno exactly how big a horse cock is, but there’s a reason people say ‘hung like a horse’, isn’t there? I always thought it was because they are kinda big. What do you suppose he was thinking it meant?
What in the blue hell is wrong with people?! How do you explain that to the family? I mean let’s be honest, there was a 4th of July celebration that was EERRIE quiet last summer in Enumclaw, Washington. The first time I read it I was disturbed. By the third time I was thinking to myself… how can this be? Are people really that depraved? Apparently yes. Not only are they that depraved, but this particular f*ck up, documented his depravity. That’s right… there’s VIDEO of a guy dying by horse cock! And according to the article, “hundreds of hours” of volumes of Mr. Ed getting it on with guys. One comment from another post actually quotes his buddy as asking, “Too much?” after the horse got into his business. Which to me implies that there a “right” amount of horse cock for you! Like a Recommended Daily Allowance of it? Does the Surgeon General have a minimum of horse cock we should all be getting? Uhhh… I’m thinking NO! ANY horse cock is probably too much, you renob.
Holy shit, I feel sick just writing it. Imagine how I felt when I pulled up the site… hey, curiosity is a b*tch… especially MORBID curiosity. Lucky for me the server was down. Many thanks for small miracles. But I’m not above contributing to your depravity… I refuse to link to the site, but if you get the desire… you can find the link with a search I’m sure.
What happened here? If there is a god, then this would not happen, right? I mean what kind of god let’s a guy die while he’s enjoying a good horse cock? Is there no pleasure to be had in this life? When the time comes you can’t even take it in the a*s from a horse without fear of acute peritonitis, well then what do you have left, I ask? How are we supposed to get our kicks? First, you can’t paintball the hookers in Vegas and now, you can’t buy a horse simply for the bone jarring good sex.
Sorry, I have to go brush my teeth. I kinda threw up a little there with all that sarcasm and I feel kinda dirty for even sharing!
Ok, not really dirty. Told you I was gonna up the zing. Bet you’ll grab your knickers next time won’t you?
And for those keeping count, I used the word cock 11 times in this post. That’s a record I hope never to break.
KSH
Ok so after finding your web site searching the humping turtle thing and laughing we read your article on this horse/guy thing. Curiosity got the better of us and we first read the article on the Seatle Times web site, then found the video. For the entire length of the video we watched and gagged in amazement. It was disturbing. To say the least. The “friend” holding the camera actualy asks if he liked it when the horse rammed the full length in. Then askes, “Did he come for you?” The whole thing just ain’t right, and that includes us for looking at it.