Date: 3-13-21
Name: Channel
User ID:: n/a
Phone: 832-740-5527
Email Address: n/a
URL / Website: https://escortalligator.com.listcraw...ston/59717580/
City: Houston
State: Texas
Address: Heights area-ish
Activities: reverse massage, dato/daty, session pimpus interruptus
Hair Length and Color: med black
Age: 21
Smoking Status: I Couldn't Tell
Ethnic Background: Black/African
Physical Description: pics are accurate. Actually great body. Big boobs, flat tummy, juicy ass.
Recommendation: No. Actually hell-fucking-noooooooo..
- pxmcc
- 03-13-2021, 08:00 AM
- khun_kajonsak
- 03-13-2021, 09:47 AM
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- idiot savant
- 03-13-2021, 12:59 PM
This is the kind of shit I plan to avoid forever.
- pxmcc
- 03-13-2021, 01:05 PM
^^yes just change the Channel, idiot savant..
- milagro1970
- 03-13-2021, 03:36 PM
- pxmcc
- 03-13-2021, 09:51 PM
Wow so this is some funny shit. I thought about waiting til i got premium access to put this in private tabs, but what the heck. this is practically an alert..
so backstory, when i took girly_love, the human parasite, to Lake Charles, i wore my "traveling jacket." it was on sale at Nordstrom's so i figured why not? and when we got out of the car, she said, "if you wear that jacket, i'm not going in with you." and i'm like, "what's wrong with my jacket? i got it on sale at nordstrom." and she was like, "you look like a freaking detective or undercover fbi in that thing." so i left my traveling jacket in the car, sadly..
so anyway, after my "little adventure" last night, i was getting ready to go drive somewhere today, and i looked for my glasses. these aren't regular glasses; they cost me a g at some eye place. the frame itself was like 350. so ya these glasses cost me a pretty penny. so i go out to my car to see if they were there, and they weren't. so now i'm thinking, "fuck, did i leave them in that hoe's pimp's room?"
and after having no luck finding them, i made up my mind, i had to go back and get 'em. and this was gonna be fun..
so i donned my traveling jacket, bear spray in one pocket, my 22 in the other, cause i knew this could get kinda dicey. on the way out, i turned all my lights off, cause i thought, "well no point in wasting electricity in case this ends badly.."
so i drive back to the very room where i had my adventure, and call the ho, telling her i need my glasses back. she isn't very helpful. so i call again, and this time i get to speak to her bf/pimp. and i said i left my glasses in your hotel room, and i need them back. he said i wouldn't get them back until i pulled my review. lol. so i said, "Fine imma call the cops and they can help me 'find' my glasses." he said sure whatever. so i called the cops and told them i met this gal a strip club and she invited me back to her place, but it was a setup, cause her boyfriend was hiding in the bathroom, and he said if i didn't vacate quickly, he was gonna kill me. (oh no, omg please no hahahahaha..) plus he stole my glasses and admitted he was in possession of 'em. i gave em the address and the room number. and then i waited.
well it turns out this ho doesn't have 1 pimp, she has like 9 pimps! and they came and went in and out of that room, and it wasn't long before they realized they had a "situation" on their hands. i wanted to be clear on where we were at, so i put my mask on-works great for the bear spray-took the safety off both the bear spray and my 22, and got out of the car, in my detective jacket, with cops on the way, bear spray in hand. when i'm pissed, i guess i must look a dangerous motherfucker-well it's true i'm crazy ha ha-cause these 9ish gentlemen of high society gave me a wide berth..
i don't think it was shine's crew. these dudes were way lower class than shine's crew. plus he wouldn't involve himself in this kind of fuckery. i would call shine and his crew "high class gangstas," whereas i would call this crew "hoody gangsters.."
and this gent calls me using the ho's phone, and he says he wants to "talk." i said, "we aint got nothin to talk about, but if you bring me my glasses, then i'll be on my way." then he said, for the first time, "I aint got your glasses." and i said, "you already said you did because i wasn't going to get them back until i pulled my review."
and he said, "no i really don't have 'em." and i said, "i don't believe you, so i guess we'll just have to wait for the cops to search your room, won't we?" and he wasn't happy with that answer, but tough nookies. so i waited for the cops, sometimes inside my car, sometimes outside, while he made multiple trips to the room to remove contraband before the cops arrived. and the committee of 9 were congregating outside a couple of rooms down trying to figure out what to do about this "situation."
anyway, after a while, this guy steps outside and holds up some tighty whities-i kid you not-and i came to realize that i had left my skivvies in all the hullaballo, and he motioned if he could approach. i motioned to the hood of my car, and he dropped my tighty whities on the hood of my car. i retrieved them. then i began to wonder if he might be telling the truth about my glasses. i didn't have too much time to contemplate that because one of the nine showed up with a Glock 45 in his bball shorts. i kept my eye on his itchy trigger finger, cause if he got sprayed first, his aim wouldn't be spectacular, imo. i prefer bear spray over a gun. less paperwork after..
when nothing happened, i got back in my car, and felt up under my seat, and waddaya know, there were my silly glasses..
so i called him and said this is your lucky day, cause i just found my glasses, and thanks for the underwear..
he wanted to chat, but i guess i'm a cold sonofabitch, cause i wasn't in a very chatty mood..
i drive out to exit this shithole of a motel 6-there was a sign that said, "No drugs, no prostitution."-(any hotel that needs to put up a sign that says that, just wow..) and this other chick is literally blocking my exit. i guess things weren't too far from going all ok-corral, so i smiled and waved to this ho. and she waved back, and let me pass..
drove up the street, dialed 911 to tell them i'd gotten my stolen glasses back, and lived happily ever after. The End.
oh ya. felt great to get my tighty whities back. that was my favorite pair..
just another day at the office..
so backstory, when i took girly_love, the human parasite, to Lake Charles, i wore my "traveling jacket." it was on sale at Nordstrom's so i figured why not? and when we got out of the car, she said, "if you wear that jacket, i'm not going in with you." and i'm like, "what's wrong with my jacket? i got it on sale at nordstrom." and she was like, "you look like a freaking detective or undercover fbi in that thing." so i left my traveling jacket in the car, sadly..
so anyway, after my "little adventure" last night, i was getting ready to go drive somewhere today, and i looked for my glasses. these aren't regular glasses; they cost me a g at some eye place. the frame itself was like 350. so ya these glasses cost me a pretty penny. so i go out to my car to see if they were there, and they weren't. so now i'm thinking, "fuck, did i leave them in that hoe's pimp's room?"
and after having no luck finding them, i made up my mind, i had to go back and get 'em. and this was gonna be fun..
so i donned my traveling jacket, bear spray in one pocket, my 22 in the other, cause i knew this could get kinda dicey. on the way out, i turned all my lights off, cause i thought, "well no point in wasting electricity in case this ends badly.."
so i drive back to the very room where i had my adventure, and call the ho, telling her i need my glasses back. she isn't very helpful. so i call again, and this time i get to speak to her bf/pimp. and i said i left my glasses in your hotel room, and i need them back. he said i wouldn't get them back until i pulled my review. lol. so i said, "Fine imma call the cops and they can help me 'find' my glasses." he said sure whatever. so i called the cops and told them i met this gal a strip club and she invited me back to her place, but it was a setup, cause her boyfriend was hiding in the bathroom, and he said if i didn't vacate quickly, he was gonna kill me. (oh no, omg please no hahahahaha..) plus he stole my glasses and admitted he was in possession of 'em. i gave em the address and the room number. and then i waited.
well it turns out this ho doesn't have 1 pimp, she has like 9 pimps! and they came and went in and out of that room, and it wasn't long before they realized they had a "situation" on their hands. i wanted to be clear on where we were at, so i put my mask on-works great for the bear spray-took the safety off both the bear spray and my 22, and got out of the car, in my detective jacket, with cops on the way, bear spray in hand. when i'm pissed, i guess i must look a dangerous motherfucker-well it's true i'm crazy ha ha-cause these 9ish gentlemen of high society gave me a wide berth..
i don't think it was shine's crew. these dudes were way lower class than shine's crew. plus he wouldn't involve himself in this kind of fuckery. i would call shine and his crew "high class gangstas," whereas i would call this crew "hoody gangsters.."
and this gent calls me using the ho's phone, and he says he wants to "talk." i said, "we aint got nothin to talk about, but if you bring me my glasses, then i'll be on my way." then he said, for the first time, "I aint got your glasses." and i said, "you already said you did because i wasn't going to get them back until i pulled my review."
and he said, "no i really don't have 'em." and i said, "i don't believe you, so i guess we'll just have to wait for the cops to search your room, won't we?" and he wasn't happy with that answer, but tough nookies. so i waited for the cops, sometimes inside my car, sometimes outside, while he made multiple trips to the room to remove contraband before the cops arrived. and the committee of 9 were congregating outside a couple of rooms down trying to figure out what to do about this "situation."
anyway, after a while, this guy steps outside and holds up some tighty whities-i kid you not-and i came to realize that i had left my skivvies in all the hullaballo, and he motioned if he could approach. i motioned to the hood of my car, and he dropped my tighty whities on the hood of my car. i retrieved them. then i began to wonder if he might be telling the truth about my glasses. i didn't have too much time to contemplate that because one of the nine showed up with a Glock 45 in his bball shorts. i kept my eye on his itchy trigger finger, cause if he got sprayed first, his aim wouldn't be spectacular, imo. i prefer bear spray over a gun. less paperwork after..
when nothing happened, i got back in my car, and felt up under my seat, and waddaya know, there were my silly glasses..
so i called him and said this is your lucky day, cause i just found my glasses, and thanks for the underwear..
he wanted to chat, but i guess i'm a cold sonofabitch, cause i wasn't in a very chatty mood..
i drive out to exit this shithole of a motel 6-there was a sign that said, "No drugs, no prostitution."-(any hotel that needs to put up a sign that says that, just wow..) and this other chick is literally blocking my exit. i guess things weren't too far from going all ok-corral, so i smiled and waved to this ho. and she waved back, and let me pass..
drove up the street, dialed 911 to tell them i'd gotten my stolen glasses back, and lived happily ever after. The End.
oh ya. felt great to get my tighty whities back. that was my favorite pair..
just another day at the office..
- milagro1970
- 03-13-2021, 10:37 PM
Damn, that’s one hell of a read.
- Bowser98
- 03-14-2021, 08:57 AM
- pxmcc
- 03-14-2021, 10:46 AM
- xfrankx
- 03-14-2021, 01:44 PM
You're a braver man than I!!
- idiot savant
- 03-14-2021, 05:00 PM
- TryWeakly
- 03-14-2021, 05:49 PM
Is this Chanel aka Cherri Plum, as in the other review ?
- mtabsw
- 03-14-2021, 06:01 PM
SMDH - what could possibly have gone wrong with all of this?
I hope no other mall ninjas decide to get a "traveling jacket" and other accoutrements to emulate your actions.
I hope no other mall ninjas decide to get a "traveling jacket" and other accoutrements to emulate your actions.
- pxmcc
- 03-14-2021, 08:22 PM
If there is a fucktard that is going to end up dead, it's PX.lol sir..
PX - you are lucky you didn't get beat down (again) or shot.
My advice, ditch the .22 and get a Glock 26. Originally Posted by idiot savant
beat down? naw. shot? maybe. end up (violently, i presume) dead? possibly. i dont know why but when shit like this goes down, i get really calm. not sure what thats about tho..
- mtabsw
- 03-14-2021, 08:43 PM
Generally speaking, courage is the mental or moral strength to overcome your fears.
In a prior career we used to refer to the fearless as "unable to comprehend danger" - or more often we derisively labeled them "too stupid to understand the situation". I don't think you're stupid, but there are other reasons for being fearless you might want to investigate.
In a prior career we used to refer to the fearless as "unable to comprehend danger" - or more often we derisively labeled them "too stupid to understand the situation". I don't think you're stupid, but there are other reasons for being fearless you might want to investigate.