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Thursday, Aug. 08, 2002 - 10:28 a.m.
Jizz Robber

In a bizarre attack, a job hunter was "robbed" of sperm in Kraaifontein, after a passerby offered him food, took him home and beat him up before forcing him to ejaculate into a jar.

Police spokesman Ian Rosant confirmed that a 33-year-old man had laid a charge of indecent assault with Kraaifontein police.

He said the suspect, described as middle-aged, had offered the man work and food at his home.

But instead he took his victim into a room, locked the door and asked him to have sex with his wife.

Rosant said that when the confused and shocked job seeker refused to have sex with his false Samaritan's wife, the man punched him.

"The attacker then partially stripped the frightened man and forcibly caused him to ejaculate" while the woman looked on, Rosant said.

The man collected his victim's sperm and sealed it in a jar.

The attacker let him go and he fled.

Police have failed to find the suspect so far, but hope they will catch him at home on Tuesday.

This happened in South Africa.

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Thursday, Aug. 08, 2002 - 9:55 a.m.
Hey BITCH! One cream, two sugars, and make it SNAPPY!!!!!!

My next-cubicle neighbour sales rep person is Mike Mercedes. Mike is very much into cars, diving, golf and high-octane video games. He is best friends with Mr. Gear, a consultant who also works here. He is good-looking (although losing his hair), and good at his job. I like Mike, he's okay.

So today Mike checked his messages using the speaker phone as he always does. It was an administrative assistant confirming a tee-time for her boss and Mike tomorrow morning. She sounded like she wished she could be golfing tomorrow, too.

Is it just me, or is this a throwback type of move? Confirming tee times? Isn't that a little demeaning? Golf, for Christ sakes! She probably gets his coffee (and gets screamed at for adding too much sugar), and buys presents for his wife for his anniversary and such. Seems outrageous to me. Old-fashioned. "Oh, don't worry about the tee times, Mike. I'll just have this second-class citizen take care of it." I say, get your own damn tee-time!

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Wednesday, Aug. 07, 2002 - 8:46 a.m.
I think I'll kill myself today, and tomorrow go back to the studio

Scary fucking entry of the day belongs to Jim Hodgson. I just can't believe that the mind can be so warped.

I know that anyone can lose it any day, but obviously your chances of "going completely fucking crazy" are much higher if you are mentally ill. I'm glad this guy only hurt himself. But of course he did. He's harmless, after all.

I don't think that the mentally ill should have access to power tools, but then again, that sort of thing is unenforceable for a lot of reasons.

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