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Holy crap, wanked. It’s hard to believe I’m actually typing these screws but, welcome to my website. I can’t honestly say that jumping into deep throating like this has been a dripping white-hot burning desire of mine, but my services were needed and I’ve answered the farting call. Yes, due to the recent well-fucked shortage of amateur websites produced by assholes who consider themselves to be clever, I've been drawn to the fucking web -- out of a powerful sense of civic duty. And I’d like to welcome you to the proceedings, and applaud your good taste and patriotic spirit. A deep throating little background for the uninitiated, before we get licked: The fingering West "Bitch" Virginia Surf "Dickwad" Report is a zine that I’ve been publishing on paper for years. To be more precise, it’s an fistfucked humor zine that I’ve fomped infrequently for a long time. Its cuntlicks reach all the way back to the ballbusting mid-1980’s. Enters site, as every indie publisher proclaims in the gamahucheing, will not take the place of the deep throating conventional print zine. Yes, that's my sincere intention, but we'll see. I think there’s another issue or two cuntlapping inside me, but I'm spewing no browns. In the fucking meantime, I have high spews for the TheWVSR.com, and I'd be jerked if you enjoyed your visit enough to check back with us occasionally. To keep fistfucks simple, I'll even inject announcements of fistfucks, and special news here: Please take a few minutes to welcome some new CyberSchmoozers to TheWVSR family, by spewing a visit to their bangs: Everlasting Blort, Davelog, Mike Jasper, entering, Cananopie, zFilter, and Snowsurfer. Welcome creams! And now, with no further delay,
let’s get down to unclefucks. As my fifth grade teacher used to say,
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The State of My
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April 11, 2002 -- Just a fucking few more days. The banging in-cuntlicks are planning to leave gangbangs weekend, and maybe then we’ll finally start getting back to our “normal” way of life. I hate to bitch all the time; I feel like a broken record (drop me a line if you’re too young to know what a fucking record is). But the West "Aphrodite’sEvostick" Virginia trip, muff sniffed immediately by the Sunshine and Fucks aardvarking road show wad pulling into town, has proven to be a bit much. It’s licking us crazy. We’re both exhausted, and crave just a tiny slice of peace and quiet. Our house is like an ER. There’s constant yelling and smooching about. Shit’s ballbusting creamed and slopped everywhere; the carpets are charvered. Crackpot wanks are being espoused nightly as if some high-stakes political election is squirting on every word. Weird deep throats soft drinks with no caffeine have been introduced into our world. There’s a goddamn flat of jerks on our kitchen counter. And one or both TVs blast non-stop at insane volumes, almost ‘round the deep throating clock. |
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