Archive for April, 2009

Lucy Pinder, Shemales, and Deaf Girl Sex

Posted in Philosophy with tags , , , on April 29, 2009 by theerivs

Seems to drive up the viewing of my blog, so who says I can’t do a little pandering to my audience.

I find it funny that people actually look at my blog hoping to find that nugget of information that will drive them wild with orgasmic delight. It’s humourous to me in this sick world that I’m one of the most hit upon websites for deaf girl sex. I’m like top 10 in google, at least I was.

It’s a sick world we live in sometimes….then again what is normal, and what isn’t. Who am I to say if watching people lick feet gets your rocks off is wrong? Fetishes, and the like we all have them. There are dark thoughts, abnormal ones that swirl into the vortex that is the chaos of our thoughts.

To have these thoughts, and to act on them are two different things. Even if you did act on them is it wrong, as long as no one is hurt in the process I don’t believe so….well unless you get off on getting hurt. Thats a discussion for another time.

All I am trying to say, is that we as a people should not judge others for their freakiness, for even the bible says, “Ye without sin, cast the first stone.”

I don’t know about you but I got alot of sins, and I’m all out of stones.


P.S. Lucy is HAWT!

In Response to Bored?

Posted in Art of Man with tags on April 28, 2009 by theerivs




Your thoughts Mike?

Bored? Here is a Babe of the Day!

Posted in Uncategorized on April 28, 2009 by Mike
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Monday Hangover

Posted in Barlife, River with tags , on April 27, 2009 by theeriver

Well Friday started off good, My friends of Acoustically Challenged played, and they rocked the house.  There was also a drinking special from 8 – 11…All you can drink. You know me I drank all I could.  The German even came out. It was a great time.  The event was for a volleyball team. Guess what?  Some of them were lesbians. Ok I’m not against homosexuality whatsoever. What I am against is douchebaggery. There was a pretty lesbian, and her butchie girlfriend. Now the butch had a faux hawk, and a popped collar trying to look like a dude. Listen If your going to try to look like a dude…thats cool, but don’t be a douchebag on top of it.  So I clocked her right in the head, and said, “Want to be a dude, You can’t bring that popped collar bullshit in this umpty bumpty. What now?”  No just kidding, but I kind of wanted to.  Popped into Durbins for a few. Then ended up at Kickoffs. One knows they had a long night of drinking when they end up at a 5am bar. 

Saturday I went to a beer festival called Dark Lord Days.  3floyds in Munster, IN brews this beer only once a year.  There’s microbreweries from all over, as well as music, and food. The food was great I had a burger, damn good. Also the beers I had were really strong, but delicious. All and all a great event, plus I went with some old friends I haven’t hung out with in awhile. So to all those people that say I don’t leave Oak Park, piss off.

Sunday, I got some bad news some friends of mine lost their mother to cancer. I posted something on facebook, but I feel a little bad because, my friends in their kindness are giving me words of encouragement, but thats not why I posted it. It was for my friend, I feel bad like I’m trying to get some attention, or something. That’s simply not the case. I almost want to delete my friends comments on there, but I will leave it up. It’s not about me, in my life it seldom is about me. I’m not that type of guy.

It’s times like this though that make me said, too many funerals this year. It turns my thoughts to when will I have to do that crucible of losing parents, or more friends. I don’t know if I have the coping skills of an adult. Thank God for whiskey.

Luckily a couple of my friend Jackass, and a few Jenny’s went out yesterday and we had a few laughs.  We had a fun time talking about words that disturb us. Funny how these two girls don’t like the word panty, or panties. I found that interesting.

Oh well a weekend of highs and lows, but that’s what life is all about.

Your turn….

Posted in General Life on April 23, 2009 by theeriver

Today I got nothing for ya….but I’m curious. I’ve been doing this for over a year, telling goofy stories about me, and my past. You following my ups and downs. You got any funny stories about me, that crack you up, or bring a smile to your face. Got a story where I shocked you, or means something to you.

 I want to hear them. Tell me a story in the comment section.

I am a failure

Posted in Art of Man, General Life, Philosophy on April 22, 2009 by theeriver

I have a warped view of the world I live in. Perhaps I am insane, but in my life there are times in general I feel like a failure. One of those times after I got arrested, and had to tell my father. He looked at me and said that I was a disappointment, and I let him down. Other times it has been when my friends were in trouble, or pain and I could do nothing about it.

My family, and my friends mean everything to me. I try to be a good friend, I try to be a good son, a good brother, good uncle, good cousin, or good nephew.  So when I let someone down, or hurt them in some way, I beat myself up pretty bad.  Sometimes though there are things happening that has nothing to do with me, or the way I have acted. There are bad times in my friends, or families lives, that I wish I could do more. Times like this I look around and wish I had more of something perhaps money, influence, or even knowledge of what to say. 

Recently a couple of friends of mine lost their father. After the funeral I did not go to the graveside, and luncheon because I feel that it should be reserved for closer friends, and family. That they should not spend a dime on me at the luncheon because the money is better spent elsewhere. Another reason I did not go was because I felt like I was unworthy of such an honor, that I failed them at being a friend.

One of my friends is going to lose someone they love very much. Someone I care about as well. This person was a nice, giving person, always a kind word for me, and always brings a smile to my face.  She is like me family and friend oriented, so her world is coming down around her. I understand.

It is at these times I feel useless, a failure. Like I failed my friends. With all my knowledge of words, and writing. I have none that will give enough comfort in this time of need. There is no one for me to beat the crap out of, no task I can do to help the situation. No money to toss at the situation to make it better. No solution I can offer to remedy it.

Thus I feel like a failure.

National Poetry Month

Posted in Poetry with tags on April 21, 2009 by theeriver

April is National Poetry Month, and being a fan of poetry despite what people say. I’m going to share why I like it, and share one of my favorite poems. I like poetry because it gives a short burst of a scene, or a feeling without the long winded prose of a story. It gives a glimpse so to speak into the authors mind. Sometimes its fractured and chaotic, sometimes coherent and story like.

The first poem I read, and loved was Edgar Allen Poe “The Raven”, it just seemed gloomy and foreboding. I wanted more, I also learned to enjoy writing it myself when I was younger. Though my earlier work was quite….horrific to say the least.

Some say Poetry is dead, I say it’s just taking on different forms, like Rap is just poetry set to music like the old beatniks. It is my hope that it gets revitalized and it takes it’s place in prominence as it should.

One of my favorite poems is yet again by Edgar Allen Poe, and I put a bit of it on my Facebook Status today. It’s called the Conqueror Worm.

Lo! ’tis a gala night
         Within the lonesome latter years!
       An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
         In veils, and drowned in tears,
       Sit in a theatre, to see
         A play of hopes and fears,
       While the orchestra breathes fitfully
         The music of the spheres.

       Mimes, in the form of God on high,
         Mutter and mumble low,
       And hither and thither fly-
         Mere puppets they, who come and go
       At bidding of vast formless things
         That shift the scenery to and fro,
       Flapping from out their Condor wings
         Invisible Woe!

       That motley drama- oh, be sure
         It shall not be forgot!
       With its Phantom chased for evermore,
         By a crowd that seize it not,
       Through a circle that ever returneth in
         To the self-same spot,
       And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
         And Horror the soul of the plot.

       But see, amid the mimic rout
         A crawling shape intrude!
       A blood-red thing that writhes from out
         The scenic solitude!
       It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
         The mimes become its food,
       And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
         In human gore imbued.

       Out- out are the lights- out all!
         And, over each quivering form,
       The curtain, a funeral pall,
         Comes down with the rush of a storm,
       While the angels, all pallid and wan,
         Uprising, unveiling, affirm
       That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
         And its hero the Conqueror Worm.



–  I like this poem because it shows the mad folly of man. This poem echoed my feelings of a younger age that no matter what I did, it was all for naught.