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sara

I am here for Friends

About Me


In a scene of no values...Where climbing to the top means climbing into bed...Where drugs and cheap thrills fill the date book...Where rock n' roll means death and destruction...
Calling all BBWs and SSBBWs! Help make a dream come true! This is America, god damn it, and I'm an American, and there is no reason in the world why my freakiest fantasy can't be fulfilled. I recently sold my pool table in my rec room to make space for Operation Heavenly Hogpile. I covered the floor with 6 layers of foam padding, and 1/4" rubber shower liner on top. I've got 3 cases of baby oil, a fully-stocked liquor cabinet, 20 hits of X, an ounce of chronic, enough coke to last all weekend, half a dozen strap-ons and several days' worth of classic bluegrass music piped through a kick-ass sound system. I've even prearranged to have Dominoes deliver buffalo wings, pizza, and cheesy bread every hour all weekend. All I need is 8-12 big (BIG!) lovely ladies to join the fun. Get naked, get oiled up, consume what you want, wrestle around, make a great big tangle of jiggly womanhood. I want to roll around on a cellulite sea and stick it in every hole, crevice and fold you've got. Applicants must be prepared to remove every hair on their bodies, including head hair. Eyebrows are ok, but not a single follicle anywhere else.
If you're not heavy enough to get fucked in a fold of elbow fat, don't bother responding. If you're over 18, have a minimum BMI of 35, and are ready for the best fucking time of your life, send me a photo.
Google 'calculate BMI' to find out yours if you don't know it.
God bless.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:


i am shy about internet friends and others in general.

the nation's intelligentsia who move to the country because they don't believe in the future. ie the unabomber.

intellectual college dropouts and down-to-earth pornstars.


this confessor:
Whenever I see an obese woman I immediately fantasize about making intimate love with her in a forgotten motel room on the west side of Chicago. I’m wearing a wife beater and she has on hiking boots. I imagine beads of sweat dripping off her hairy lip as she whispers, “you’ll always be your fathers son”

AND! KIDS WHO DRAW.

My Blog

old notebooks

" . . . . MOST LIKELY TO TELL THE GUARDS AND SOLDIERS THAT THEY HAVE A NEW LEADER. WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME, SO I MUST LEAVE TO GO BACK TO THE FUTURE. THAT SOUNDS FUNNY. "BACK TO THE FUTURE." ALMOST...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Feb 2005 18:03:00 GMT

we're like jesus smoking cigarettes together for people's sins

geez louise.
Posted by on Fri, 17 Dec 2004 21:20:00 GMT