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Caught my girlfriend talking to a black guy on myspace?!?!?
i'm white, shes white. and i caught her talking to a black guy online, he messaged her then she answered back, she told me bout him messaging her and then come to find out it was one of my friends that from WA...small world after all...well the whole time she told me they weren't talking, they really were he sent me the whole convo, she told him she was single and all this then he said something like or aren't you into us black guys and she said these exact words "i love black cock!" the times match between the texts she said she wasn't talkin to him and that i have nothing to worry about and all this stuff, her status says married and she said she was single and he asked well what if your man found out about us talking, would he approve. she replied and said dont talk to him and we have nothin to worry about....wht should i do, i love her. she lives in another state, she told me she didnt mean any of it but when we first started talkin 3 years ago she said she had a thing for black guys.....help me figure this out...i can't get this off my mind its killing me, i can't sleep, eat, or even talk to her without it coming in mind......help me!!!!!!

Wow... i just got out of a situation like this...

You need to let her go dude. That is not acceptable behavior and you need to let her know that you won't stand for it.

Maybe when she does a little growing you can try again but for now cut her loose and move on

What should I wear on my date Friday night?
A black cashmere cock tail dress and stilettos OR a pair of black dress pants and a white dress top with sensible, black flat dress shoes.

This is our first date, so I don't know whether I should go sexy or sensible.

I also don't know what we're doing and he won't tell me.

were your birthday suit. that will keep him excited!

Iraq Inquiry; do the first days of it bring hope to all - or is this just a show before the eventual whitewash?
Been impressed at the gig so far but have we not been down this road before, with discussions of ills concerning trigger-fingered and baton-happy police in the UK, government cock-ups or anything which should be out in the open? First days being promising, and then before you can say - well...'whitewash', we're then blinded with science for the remainder of the inquiry in question. This booger is to run for another twelve months - will there come a time when even the black-top populist rags start to squeal and cry 'foul'?

It is a sop to the public. Absolute waste of time and money.
Nobody is on trial - Gordon Brown has instigated another inquiry - one of many to make it look as if something is really on the agenda, but it is not.
These inquiries take so long, the population nods off (which I think is the general purpose) then when it is wrapped up - the public have understood no more than they did in the first place and it just confirms what they thought all along. They even make pauses in the transmission just in case somebody says something out of line and the panel all Sirs (all looking as if they could fall of the perch) and a Baroness - the establishment at its worst.

Will the Conservative/Liberal opposition be brought to the inquiry to find out what they knew on this matter and what opposition they proposed or not - if they opposed it what happened, because I never heard they did.

They are a toothless body so cannot bare their teeth.

Can i have your opinion on my first part of my story?
This is two pages of a novel im writing which isnt finished: I'm only onwriting chapter 3 but i have 61 pages. Can you give me an honest opinion please?

December 27th 08 - Cassie

Why me? I ask myself, as I walked down the empty street. Empty to them, not to me. Them as in I mean other people, to me it is buzzing with life and is just as busy as it is in the daytime. Why did I have to see them? I didn’t really mind, but it made me wonder, why me?
The cold night air grips me although I have a coat and gloves on, and the soft breeze tousles my light-brown hair. My warm breath imprints into the dark night making it moist and foggy. My family are behind me, I can hear their uneven footsteps behind me. I look behind me and sure enough, they’re there.
My mother, with her pretty face and blonde hair, could have illuminated the night with her beauty, whilst my dad could have destroyed it. It didn’t look right: those two together. I will never understand why my mother even liked him in the first place. Sure enough, I do love my dad; he’s funny and nice and friendly, and also mirthful, but he isn’t exactly a looker. He has bright blue eyes like mine, but black hair like my sister’s. And he has wheezy breath which smells like tobacco. My sister, trailing behind them, texting on her mobile phone, her green eyes locked on the screen, she has a slight smile on her face, I wonder what she’s saying. Her black hair falling down to her shoulders: straight due to the doing of her new ghd’s. My mum and dad are holding hands and laughing together at a (poor) joke dad has just cracked. They look complete, like a happy family altogether. I look away from the familiar and happy sight and put my focus back onto the street.
In the corner of an archway, I can see a pair shady looking creatures. One of them is tall and is wearing a black suit with a black cloak and a blood-red shirt, he has hair as dark as the night. Next to him is a woman with red hair. She looks slender and very beautiful, but not earthly beautiful. She’s also wearing a black cloak but with a red dress. When they see me gazing at them, they cock their heads at me. I quickly make it seem that I was just looking about the street. I don’t think I fooled them though. My guesses are that they’re vampires.
A shiny silver car drives past; it’s engine purring like a kitten. Without knowing, the car passes a person, I think it’s a person, which walks like it’s blind. It must be a zombie. I guess your thinking, ohmigosh, she can see zombies and vampires, but it’s not that cool. I’ve only been seeing them a year, since I turned thirteen.
Other people walk around like it’s daytime, most of them are human but are witches, wizards and warlocks. Some of them bid each other a late merry Christmas, but others just walk around. I honestly don’t think they’re there. I think half of my mind screams that they’re not real, and you shouldn’t be able to see them, but half of my mind wants to see them.
Their footsteps leave no sound although I can hear some of them talking and whispering:
“Betty,” one of them said. A bit too loud to be a whisper. “I heard them silver dragons are coming over from America; I wonder what they’re doin’ that for.” She sounded excited.
“Look Sylvia,” whispered the witch back to her. “If you can’t whisper don’t even bother telling me. Anyway I heard even better news than that. I heard they’ve been sent over here for a mission.”
The one called Sylvia just nodded eagerly. Betty carried on.
“That’s not all,” she added in a bragging voice. “Some say it’s about a girl that can see us!” Her triumphant smile was sickening.
I froze in place when I heard this.
Some of them knew I could see them. Well I suppose last year I had freaked out when I could see them. Now everyone knows what a freak I am at school. I had accused my teacher of being a nymph, (well she was!), and anyway after that she had kind of broke down when I knew what she was, it was written all over her. It’s like something shouts out at me when I see someone like her: “NYMPH”. It’s not just that though, even if it doesn’t shout at me, or it isn’t written all over them, I can guess easily what the

You have great detail in your writing. All of the questions of ''why me?'' brought your story to my attention. You have a good way of hooking your readers/audience in. There is one grammer mistake- the word Mom (Or Mum) is capitalized. So is Dad. Your story is interesting, though. Best of luck with your story!

Ps.) Did you know that it was cut off?

Is there any way to get semen stains out of black socks?
me and my boyfriend were fooling around, we don't have sex but we do other stuff.. he was in his boxer shorts and i was teasing him playing footsies around his crotch. his penis started to get hard and it popped out of the hole in his boxers. just for fun i got the idea to tease him by rubbing his cock with my foot. he seemed to like it so i kept going, i even put it between my feet and squeezed them together and stroked it up and down like i do when i give him a handjob. i wasn't trying to make him ***, i was just trying to tease him but he came anyway. i've never made him *** that quickly before! the bad part is i was wearing black socks. it happened so fast i wasn't expecting it at all, semen just started coming out like crazy! there was way more then usual and it got all over my socks, like big huge globs of it, and like a whole river going down my one sock. it was so thick and wet that i could feel it soaking thru on my feet! my boyfriend apologized because usually hes supposed to warn me first, but he said he didn't have time because he didn't know he was going to *** so soon. i took the socks off and tried to rinse them in the sink but it was too late, most of it already soaked thru and it was starting to dry. even the spots that did wash off, it left white marks behind. i know my mom's gonna see them when she does the laundry and she'll probably ask me where i got the stains from. she would kill me if she knew i had a boyfriend and i was fooling around with him, even though we don't have sex, she doesn't even want me kissing a boy or anything. i need to wash those stains out before she sees them! what should i use, like what would be the best thing to get semen stains out of black socks?

First of all great Footjob ;D
You should try washing them with warm water and some detergent and i am sure it will go away

Two Dead in Shooting at Toys 'R' Us on Black Friday?
(Nov. 28) The shooting occurred in a crowded toy store on the traditional start of the holiday shopping season, but authorities say it wasn't related to the bargain-hunting frenzy. Instead, two men pulled guns and killed each other after the women with them erupted into a bloody brawl, witnesses said. Authorities released few details about the mayhem that broke out at the Toys "R'' Us store around 11:30 a.m. Friday, sending scared shoppers fleeing. Riverside County sheriff's Sgt. Dennis Gutierrez said the fight was not over a toy and that handguns were found by the men's bodies. He refused to say whether the shooting was gang-related. The victims were identified as Alejandro Moreno, 39, of Desert Hot Springs, and Juan Meza, 28, of Cathedral City. No one else was hurt. Witnesses Scott and Joan Barrick said they were checking out of the store when the brawl began between two women, each with a man. The women were near the checkout area, but the Barricks did not think the women had purchases. One woman suddenly started punching the other woman, who fought back as blood flowed from her nose, said Scott Barrick, 41. The man who was with the woman being punched pulled a gun halfway out of his pocket, then shoved it back in, he said. "He pulled his gun right next to me. I turned to look for my wife, and she was already hiding," Scott Barrick said. "I was scared," said Joan Barrick, 40. "I didn't want to die today. I really didn't want to die today, and I think that's what we were all thinking." The other man pulled a gun and pointed it at the first man but forgot to cock it, Scott Barrick said. The first man tried to run but was blocked by the line of people, then ran back toward the store's electronics section as the other man fired his gun, he said. The first man reached a dead-end in electronics, turned around and ran toward an exit, pulling his gun and firing back, Scott Barrick said. "He went up to the cash register, he went to put his hand on the thing and he just went phoomp," he said, indicating the man fell. He said he did not see what happened to the other man. Palm Desert Councilman Jim Ferguson said police told him two men with handguns shot and killed each other. "I think the obvious question everyone has is who takes loaded weapons into a Toys "R'' Us?" he said. "I doubt it was the casual holiday shopper." Ray Turner, 20, said he was two aisles away when two women began shouting and screaming at each other and he had a clear view of the fight until a crowd clustered around them. Both women had guyren, he said. "We thought it was just a fight and then someone yelled: 'He's got a gun! He's got a gun!' You really couldn't see nothing because there was a crowd," Turner said. Rafael Gomez, 11, said he and his father had been in the store about 20 minutes before the shooting but were in a nearby Pizza Hut when they saw people pouring out of the store screaming. "We just saw them running and crying. I was kind of scared," Rafael said. "We got lucky." Toys "R'' Us issued a statement expressing outrage over the violence. (Evidence of this article is on the AOL page.)

yes. sad, and ridiculous.

Isn't the word "bestiality" rather harsh? Should we instead call it "inter-species relationships"?
Hi. I am a promoter of inter-species relations. As an oppressed minority, I know what it feels like to not be allowed to get pleasure. I cry at night when I am reminded that I can't sign a contract to share property with my *****. I think inter-species marriage should be legal everywhere, and that inter-species relations should be celebrated in pride parades just like homosexuality. First of all, we must not call it "bestiality", because it carries negative connotations. It is just as offensive as "sodomy", no matter how accurate it is. A reason why it should be legal is that humans are animals, so we should not discriminate against our fellow animals. Another reason is that animals can't hurt our feelings, so they can't hurt us like we do to ourselves. Finally, we should not discriminate against people who can't be satisfied with humans. We did that to white girls who craved a handsome black cock, and today we stop these women from having a nice horse cock.

You might say one of the following in protest:
1) Animals are too stupid to have sex or get married to humans.

2) Animals would just be taken advantage of by lustful humans.

3) It's disgusting!

Now to answer these people and give them proper information:

1) Gee, that same argument was used against interracial marriage "niqqers are too stupid to get married to whites"

2) Animals rape humans too: www.ehow.com/how_4574972_heal-animal-rape.html
And as long as you apply animal pheromone just like we apply perfume, it will almost ALWAYS be consentual on behalf of the animal!

3) Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, you racist!

As you can see, I have an airtight case for inter-species relations, and I hope we get the same rights as the gays and interracial couples got.

I'm still not real sure about animal marriage, but I agree with you on the rest.

I'm a white female. Why don't I find white males attractive?
I'm about to turn 20 years old and I just celebrated my 3rd yr anniversary with my Mexican American boyfriend. Since my first crush, all I've ever been attracted to were Mexican boys! I went to elementary and junior high at a majority white school and always crushed on the one or two ONLY mexicans there! I just think they are so attractive! For some reason, white boys come across as cocky and slightly less masculine than mexicans. Sure, this may change with age but it seems all white guys start to look the same after about 15 years old...
I LOVE mexican american culture. It is soo hot when mexicans talking amongst each other throw in a couple spanish words. I love the culture, I love how safe I feel when Im with a mexican! and now especially my boyfriend!
I love the HUGE dark (not black) cock
ive seen a white cock before and eww...
and I love the big balls =-)

wow im getting ahead of myself...

ANYWAY
what is it!? it seems the feeling is mutual... white guys have never really liked me either

im in good shape
but i have a big butt... white boys cant handle it! lmao

sooo....anyone know why i am so hotwired towards my mexican!?

It's not that white guys can't handle your huge butt, it's that they don't want your huge butt. So in your mind you've turned Mexicants into the ideal men for you, since a 5'4" man can't be too choosy about the chick he's with, huge *** or not. Can't comment about the size of their balls, other than that I've heard they're getting more and more creative with their smuggling operations. Perhaps he has a family from Mexico City, otherwise known as 'the anus of Mexico', living down there. I'm sure you two will make lots of little welfare sponges and live a long happy life, at least til he's deported. Good luck.

First draft of the opening to my book, please read! its 2 pages long on word! I'm in the 6th grade?
Cherry blossoms danced across the blue sky along the coast. A young 16-year-old boy named Takuto was taking a stroll down the water and occasionally stopping to look at the sunset or chuck a rock in the water. “The ocean is almost flat today” he muttered to himself as he watched his rock skip across the salty ocean. The spring breeze played in his dark brown hair.
He looked up at the sky, shading his face as he looked at the sun. It was almost twelve. Although the beginning of spring had started barley a month ago his skin was already tanning.

Takuto slung back his arm to throw another rock, when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. His arm dropped to his side as he squinted to get a better look. There was a young woman lying face down in the sand. Takuto dropped the rock and practically flew across the sand. He turned the girl over and she gasped as fresh air flooded into her lungs.

“Hey, are you ok?” Takuto asked gently struggling to pick her up. The girl nodded and locked eyes with him. She had a long gash across her forehead and blood was oozing out on to her midnight waist length hair. She was wearing a black jumpsuit that was torn in many places. Her eyes were a piercing shade of grey, like storm clouds ready to hurl lightning bolts down to the earth. A single sapphire pendant hung from a silver chain.

“Luke.” She moaned, her eyes rolled back in her head as she fainted. Takuto stifled a gasp. He tore off his shirt and used it as a temporary bandage across her forehead.

He ran back to his village carrying the young woman in his arms. “Help!” he cried out. “Help! Someone has been injured! Help!” he rushed up to the town clinic and pounded on the door. “ALEX!!!! OPEN UP!!!! ALEX!!!” Takuto hollered as he pounded on the door with his fist. Curious people peeked out of their houses to see what the commotion was about. “Help!” Takuto continued to cry out. Alex, the village doctor, opened the door.

“What is it now tak-” he stopped short. “Who’s this?” he asked as he rushed Takuto inside.

“I don’t know! I found her lying on the beach!” Takuto gasped.
“all right, all right. Don’t panic. Now let’s set her down here.” Alex responded as they gently set her on a bed. “Lets see what we have here” he muttered as he gently checked for broken bones. After a few minutes he stood up, brushing his hair from his face. and declared “Nothing’s broken but she has quite a few cuts.” Takuto sighed in relief.

“I’ll help,” he offered. “Alright then hand me those bandages over there.” Alex responded.

After they cleaned up the young woman Takuto sat near by and waited for the girl to awaken. After a few hours her eyes finally fluttered open. Takuto walked over. “Hey. Remember me?” he asked. She nodded.
“You saved me,” she said in a honey sweet voice “Who are you?” she asked cocking her head. “Takuto, now what might your name be?” he responded as he got his first good look into her eyes. They where a startling shade of grey. “I am Kyra.” She responded. “Kyra” he echoed “hmm.” Kyra fiddled with hair for a moment.

“So what happened to you? When I found you, you where pretty beaten up. And I don’t mean to pry but who is Luke?” Takuto asked.
Kyra paused.

“I-I-I don’t know.” She said, her voice quivering “l-l-last thing I saw was a flash of b-b-blue light.”

Takuto thought for a moment. “Well do you have any family?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” She said.

“You don’t remember anything?” he asked, shocked.

“No” she wimpered, her eyes brimmed with tears “I don’t know

Pretty good. Liked your descriptions.

Revised my first few paragraphs what do you think now?
I posted this earlier and I think it's a lot better now. If this is your first time reading I wrote some background information for you. Let me know what you think. I love hearing feed back and suggestions.

Kendall Rose Harlot is not known for her patient manner but she was known as Bobby 'Ice' Harlots daughter. Ice is known as The Black Crows, an outlaw motorcycle gang, president. Kendall Rose left her small town in Maine along with the reputation that it carried shortly after her mothers gang related death five years ago for college in New York City. When her quick temper and bad timing get her in trouble with the wrong people she has no where to go but home. When she returns home she realizes that nothing has changed including the chemistry with Rocky, her guyhood best friend. When her NYC trouble catches up to her the life she has been running from for years might be the only thing that can save her...

Riding It Out-

She remembers every single detail of that day five years ago. She remembers the noise the gun made, the way he ****** it and smiled right before he pulled the trigger. He didn't’t have one ounce of regret on his face. He walked away proud knowing what he had done had earned him respect. She remembers the way it felt when the blood splattered across her new graduation dress. She remembers her mothers face right before she hit the floor, shocked and confused as she grabbed her chest struggling for each breath. She remembers hearing her own cries of hysteria while watching her mother whimper in agony. She remembers how pale she was and she knew right then she was dying if not already dead when they carried her out of the house. Watching your mom get murdered right in front of you is something you never forget. Kendall Rose Harlot knew all about that.

After another hour of just sitting and watching her blank computer screen Kendall decided to give it up for now. Today wasn't’t the day to write an article about the number one cause of death in America. In a couple of hours she was going out with some friends to relax and try not to think about what was happening on this day five years ago. She picked up her phone and dialed her brother’s house. It was a yearly tradition they had become a custom to. She would call and they would talk about everything else but their mom and then they would get into a fight about how she needed to call her father. She decided to hang up instead she needed to do something before she started this.

Kendall walked into her bedroom turned on ‘Let It Be’ which was her mother’s favorite song and stared at a picture of her mother. Most people would cry but Kendall didn't’t or she couldn't’t she honestly didn't’t know the answer to that anymore. She continued to stare in awe at the picture of her beautiful mother. It was when she was about twenty five years old, a year older then Kendall was now. They shared so much in common. The mess of strawberry blonde curls that they both hated so much along with the porcelain skin that was soft as it looked, the typical freckles the covered only their long slim noses and high cheek bones. Oh and don’t forget those piercing blue eyes that looked like an ocean, full of light greens and blues. It amazed Kendall how much they favored each other. Her mother was curvy and tall. Kendall however had a scrawny frame with curves no where insight. She had managed to get some muscle on her from running and working out three times a week or whenever she had the time. Her cell rung before she could continue her thoughts, it was Sammy.

“Hey.” Kendall simply said like it was just another day.

Here is the link to my first one-
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I know this takes a lot of time and I appreciate all who take the time to read it and comment. Seriously thanks!!

Better but not perfect. Work on it more. Also remove the last line of the first para. Also, 'she had managed to get some muscle on her from ...' sounds wrong. Work on changing it.
All the best.