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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD, I FORGOT!!


iSN'T THAT CUUUTE?

Horsehung

someone posted that on my facebook wall today with the comment:

"for Mr Horsehung ..." :-)


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Happy Valentines (this one fits LOL)

Sex with a Cowboy 

 

Prior to her trip to TEXAS, Carol (a blonde chick from England), confided to her co-workers and friends she had three goals for her trip to Cowboy country;

1.  She wanted to taste some real western Bar-B-Que.
2.  She wanted to take in a bona fide rodeo...and...
3.  She wanted to have sex with a local cowboy.

Upon returning, the girls were curious as to how she fared.

1) 'Let  me tell you, Texas beef is to die for, and when they bar-b-q it, the taste is unbelievable!'

2) 'And I went to a real rodeo. Talk about athletes...Those guys wrestle full grown bulls!  They ride horses at a full gallop, then jump off the horses and grab the bull by the horns and throw them to the ground!  It is just incredible!'

Then came the big question, 'Well tell us, did you have sex with a real cowboy?'


'Are you kidding?  When I saw the size of the condoms they carry in their back pockets I changed my mind!'
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(I post a lot of jokes to my facebook page, but this needed the pictures in between the text .. can't do that on facebook)

HAPPY VALENTINE!! GET LAID!! BY BIG TEXAS DICKS!! :-)

Thursday, February 9, 2012

New french CCE Field Uniforms for the next hunt

Original French Army CCE camouflage fabric, made to the longer and wider German Army field trouser pattern by a German manufacturer, the French CCE central european camouflage trousers are highly effective in European woodland and scrubland environments. The french fabric is a soft, moleskin type weave in a medium to heavy weight cloth with some stretch provided by the weave. The french CCE camouflage is a four colour with grey/tan, dark green, dark brown and black colouration and the camouflage pattern is wider than the US woodland camouflage with which is shares some similarities.

Working out.. January 2012

been working out a lot!

I had put this up on my recon already


Thanks for all the comments!!

I wanted to thank everyone for their comments on here .. that is very nice of you. Sorry I did not write anything in such a long time but I hope today was a good start to get back into it.



at the Hunts: Prisoner Uniforms


Uniforms of prisoners taken PoW after catching at the hunts, and after getting stripped, so they can dry

Flecktarn Feb 8th - now location

Last evening was flecktarn night again like very Wednesday evening.

Went direct from work, and pulled over at a parking lot to change from my work cloths in the flecktarn uniform and boots. After last week weere flecktarn got cancelled it was at a new place this time. Not even a dive bar but it looked more like a 4H hangout ... no bar or anything and they had the beers in ice chests. When I got there, only 5 other guys were there, i think word hadnt got around where it was and not many more showed up later, and my boyfriend didn't come either. He would have been ok for me not to go but Master Mitchell wouldnt have it. He was there and also was Big Joe that muscle black guy that hates my guts. I wasn't feeling too good when I saw Joe was their ... and he had that mean grin already on his fat face when I came in.

Joe waved me right over to him when I walked in and so I went to him and the first thing he did was punch me totally hard low in the guts so I folded and went down right in front of him. He didnt even get up from his stool. When I was down on my knees in front of him holding my gut he said "you and I we are gonna have some fun tonight" and kicked me so I fell back on the floor. He said to get up and then to sit on a chair in the corner and he threw a can of beer at me, which I caught. Lucky, 'cos else it would have hit me in the head. So I sat down on the chair drinking the beer and waited what next.

It is basically a big room, on the side of a garage/barn building, just like I said like a 4H meeting room. At the one wall were chairs all stacked up and a few standing around and on the other some folding tables, 2 or 3 set up the reat folded and leaning against the wall. 2 big ice chests on the floor with the beer and drinks, two solid square posts to support the roof, like 12x12's, and a few tall stools to sit on. The room has a big double-wide door to the parking lot and another wide door to the barn/garage in the back.

After about 20 mins, Joe and the guys drinking a couple beers to warm up, Master Mitchell showed up and said hi to the guys and grabbed a beer himself. To me, he just looked and pointed to one of the big posts without one word, so I got up and stood against it. I already knew I would go on the post the whole time.

Then after standing against the post for a while like stupid, Master Mitchell waved the 2 younger guys over to me and they tied my wrists and then my elbows together tight behind the post and then also my boots so my feet were more on the sides of the post and not in front, making me kind of hang against the rope, I didn't have a balance.

Then Big Joe came over and unbuttoned my flecktarn shirt and said to me "don't you love it when a nigger beats the shit out of your white ass" and had this mean wide smile across his black face. I guess it's ok if they call themselfs that, I always get in trouble for it.

Then he punched me really hard about 20 times or so, slow and mothodically, one over the navel and one below and so on and then 3 right upwards in the solar plexus. Big Joe has huge arms so his punches really hurt. I could maybe flex up for the first 5 but with that weird way I was hanging in the ropes and how he laid it in, I couldn't for long and then he went in deep. After that first round I felt pretty beat already and in tears but I knew this was war from over. The others guys were all cheering him on and laughing.

Then Big Joe grinned even meaned and pushed my chin up so he could get right in my face and look me in the eye and big big belly touched mine and he said "arent you gonna cry for me you little lillywihte fuck" and then nailed me hard in the balls with his knee and he got both really bad and it made me scream out loud. I had halfway expected it, I know Big Joe too good but also half not.

With that he left me hanging there at the post and I was retching hard. I couldn't even kinda put my legs together because they tied my boots so that they were on the sides of the post. I cramped pretty badly because I was just hanging their and it really hurt in my shoulders since they had also tied my elbows together. So i was just retching and spitting on the floor trying not to be sick. My balls were hurting like FUCK even tho he had only kneed me once but hard with a vengince.

They left me alone for a while, they were drinking beer and joking and stuff. I guess 45 mins or so? My shoulders were hurting really bad by then just from hanging their so weird. Then Master Mitchel told the two younger guys to go over "to fuck with him". They were at first a litle awkward like they didn't know what to do best so one of them took swings with his fist at my balls and the other grabbed some pieces of rope and tied them at the end and then hit me with the big nott swinging it at me hitting my shoulders and chest and ass and legs.

The Big Joe came back over again and I cringed a little cos I knew this was not going to be fun and he grabbed my throat and pushed my head up so i wasn't hanging their so limp and I could hardly breath then, and he said "now you got to cry for me baby like a little girl" and he started kneeing me in the balls and after the 3rd I was crying pretty hard. He did it about 10 times and in the end asked "want me to stop white boy" and I said yes please but he didn't. Then I got sick and started to throw up a little and he let me be and the other guys untied me and Master Mitchel told them to take me outside, and they did that. They more or less carried me, I couldn't walk on my own. Outside I really threw up then and they didn't hit me or anything, they just dropped me and waited until I was done and then they helped me up again and one of them asked if I needed a minute but I know better... best to go right back in. If Master Mitchell has to send someone after us to check that makes it only much worse.

I thought maybe with that I was hopefully done for the night. When Big Joe busts my balls he does it with a hate and so hard it feels he wants to break them for good so I was in really serious fucking pain and crying still. The guys helped me back inside and Master Mitchel told one of them to "hold the little fuck up" and Big Joe punched my gts a couple more times really REALLY hard saying "now you wont puke in my fucking face you little white sissy shithead". The guy holding me up and a hard time to do that because I doubled over so hard from the punches. After a few of those he couldn't and let go and I fell down hard. Big joe kicked me teice in the guts when i was on the floor and then let go.

They left me right there on the floor and about a half hour later they were done for the evening, nobody else was going to show up I gess. So they just dragged me outside and dropped me next to my LTD in the dirt, and Big Joe said "if I needed a good night kiss" but I gess I flinched and he laughed and then they all left. A little while later I felt good enough to get into my car and drive home (to my boyfriends place) but he wasn't home yet so I showers and went to bed. When he came home later too, he came to bed a while later and of course was horny like always and he noticed I took a beating when he slapped my nuts and I jumped. He said seems like i had got beat up good and said "thats hot" and didn't hold back at all getting himself off on (in) me. That was pretty wild, i was glad he got off very good but i didn't cum this time I was way too beat. But he let me cuddle up with him after he was done.


The guys at work were awesome

(this is a sample pic not from my work)

About 3 weeks ago now at work, we were all just doing our jobs and this customer drove all around to the back and didn't even go to the office first. He got out of his truck and just yelled into the shop if someone could look at his engine. He didn't yell at anyone special just wanted attention. Behaved like a redneck LOL.

Before anyone could even tell him to go to the office first, this guy looked at me and then yelled loud again, "anyone?" and then, and still looking at me, "no fucking faggot though". I have absolutely no clue why he would think of me as that, but hey.. maybe he has a working gaydar.

Anyway two of the guys then walked out to him and one dropped his wrench right in front of the guy so that it almost hit the dudes feet, and said very loud to him "nobody is gonna work on your fucking truck, no faggots or otherwise and you better fuck off really fast" and he really got in his face. With that several of the other guys also came out and the dude got in his truck and peeled out.

I thought that was SO AWESOME!! They all went back to work as if nothing was happened, just one of them grinned at me. They all know by now that I am gay and all that but it's cool. That is a long long long way since the days Shane worked there and he could throw and hit me with bolts or wrenches and nobody would stop him or say anything!!

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