I never understood censorship. I mean, sure, it sucks having a loved one calling you "cunt," "asshole," "addict," or "shitbag fuckface cocksucker." But essentially, that's their American right. Nobody in this lifetime invented these adjectives; we've simply adopted them from our forefathers, and sometimes they spew out our mouths the way sweat drips from a nigga's forehead (see what I just did there?)
Man, about 13 years ago, I was kicked off a few public chat-lines. I'd even managed to get into a few AOL rooms without paying and talked some shit, and I can't even imagine how many IRC rooms I've been kicked out of simply because of saying something that wasn't boring, redundant, cloned, elephant-shit-like verbiage.
Then I grew up. Heh.
I've been banned from
Afterdawn,
MajorGeeks, Yahoo Mail (like I give a shit,) and
Stripperweb even banned the entire domain of catharticlament this past year after I'd posted twice about some bullshit too irrelevant to mention . . . likely because my opinion often rocks harder than Sepultura did in '95.
And ya know, I thought
Craigslist was different, but no; not during this quarter of the millennium.
They deleted my offering to quite a few chicks out there in the Milwaukee area; a seed I could have spread/offered people for years to come. Couldn't take it, I guess. So, I hate to say it for a site that doesn't sellout banner-wise, but
Craigslist is yet another group of conformists because they deleted this ad I'd put up for men seeking women ---> I.E. me trying to find a chick who knows her role outside of corporate America.
Check it:
Looking for a chick who sometimes gets a little lippy, but not so much to the point where I need to smack you in the face with one of your cats. You should probably have off Sat and Sun so you can do laundry/dishes/grocery shopping since I'll probably be paying your/my rent since you'll likely be staying at my place all the time. And ya know what, that's fine, just observe the electricity bill and pretend it's your biological clock . . . maybe then you'll care.
Know how to turn the TV off, figure out 3 button-pushings on the microwave, and for Christ's sake, stay outta the bathroom during 6-7pm because I don't want to steamroll your ass.
Suck my dick; I'll eat your pussy. Fuck me 12 times a week and I won't even have the desire/energy to cheat on you. Once every two weeks, take it in the ass just so I can tell my friends how it's just a myth that women don't like anal.
Don't assume Taco Bell is you feeding me, don't think inviting your mom over is "company," and finally, shut the fuck up when I'm on the phone. You'll get enough attention; ya don't mind if I give 15 minutes to someone else, do ya?
If this sounds similar to you and you don't have any crib-midgets or VD, please let me know so I can start saving up for your ring.
Please, no prostitutes, nobody married, and preferably clock in at just under 150lbs.
See, and I didn't even mention that I have somewhat of a palsy affair with my left hand because it can jerk a load out of my dick similarly to that of my right, but just not as good. I left that part out on purpose since even I thought it was too much to mention . . . Well, that and pissing up some chick's asshole, but whatever.
That's why I have my own domain.