I hated being on FaceBook, being locked into this photo album that began stalking me. The last straw was when that damn world mind figured out exactly what kind of women I find impossible to resist—yes Maureen I do prefer my women alive—and began sending me friend requests from this bimbo and that. Without the skill to mange my settings or even understand what they are, things got out of control.
My cousin from San Francisco—like they can afford to be judgmental—emailed me one day, “Hey Jimmy, I check my FaceBook every morning with my five year old son. Could I please not have giant Brazilian stripper ass with my Cheerios—not Cheeri-hos!”
Already having come to resent the 15 minutes a day I was spending in this virtual place I signed off—which was not easy. The thing kept stalking me, popping up in my computer. Charles rescued me from Planet Photo Album and I sunk back into the miasmal swamp from whence I crawled.
Recently, Bart, a young reader, offered to manage a Face Book page for the Brazilian booty enamored Taboo Man. I agreed on condition that I cannot touch it!
So here I am, in the tractor beam…
Thanks Bart. I like the page and the busted nose picture you posted. You can thank Bernard, a young light heavyweight of color, for draining that pint of whitey juice through my nose.
For those interested in checking it out the link is below—pasting links being something I became fond of a few months ago when I finally figured out how to do it.
link › facebook.com/tabooyou
Oh that broken nose photo!!! Ugh!!!!!!!
It's a shame you weren't ringside so I could have given you a kiss after throwing hands with that towering Nubian.
Ewwww! :)
Anyway, I'm sure you would prefer one of your brown sugar girls for kissing.
I did not have sex with that woman, or that one—and no, I've never seen her before; depending on your definition of sight of course...
Well, it depends on what your definition of a kiss is, and that depends on what you definition of is is.
I have studied denial at the foot of the Master Maureen—you shall not pin me down into an admission of guilt!