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This is an experiment. I finally wrote something xhamster won't let me post. I don't know which rule I broke. It will be hard to read so many words will be bleeped out. But I will try to post it.

DimJandy: I dare you to find a better blog. I don't write about kittens and shoes.

Good one. No you don't. You're stories are kinda scary because they're real. You're real. I'm real. I don't see how you survived your earlier years. I would have had a nervous breakdown once a week, or hurt someone and ended up in jail. Somehow you have the disposition to keep trying where others would have collapsed in a mindless puddle of tears.

My response: Dimjandy, I love when men quote which part of a blog they like. For some reason that gets me off like a great orgasm. I have looked for a decent blog. I never found one. I quit looking. I only look for male writers. Bitches will blog about kittens and shoes. I read those blogs. Boring. Lame. Waste of time. I want to read the good shit. That's why I give it out in my blog. If you read my work on facebook you would know I break every rule in the book. I get slammed for using the words jesus christ, cunt, motherfucker, cocksucker, faggot, nigger, retard, mongoloid and more.

I love it. I had one bitch freak out because I do call my cousins mongoloids. If I could post pictures you would crack the fuck up. I'm not ragging on people with down's syndrome. I do not mock people with an illness. I didn't even think mongoloid was offensive. Apparently, it is. But my cousins all have that slightly bloated, eye drooping, jaw slaking and slow witted demeanor. If I can't describe it as mongoloid then what word is there. Pictures prove it. One of my biggest horror stories is a family joke. A boy tried to **** me. He couldn't get my pants off. I was stuck in the woods with no ride home. He forced me to give him head to get back to school. It wasn't head. I got my throat fucked. It was sheer terror.

In some ways it would've been better if he ****d my pussy and not my face. Afterwards he decided to show me pictures in his wallet like I was his new girlfriend. I saw one and said 'that's my cousin.' He said 'no it's not.' I had to tell him I know my fucking cousins. He turned out to be my cousin's first cousin on their mother's side of the family. We were both mortified. I was only f******n. I will kill that cocksucker one day. He told my cousins he took my virginity and I was an easy slut. None of my cousins call me lynn. They all call me 'cousin fucker.' I'm being sweet just to call them mongoloids. I had a terror of dicks after that ****. I couldn't suck dick for love or money until I was sixteen. You are absolutely right most women would breakdown, hurt someone or end up in jail if they lived my life. It's the family joke to be the first cousin to enrage me to the point I hit. They brawl all the time. For instance my cousin thomas was a fat fucker. He won the strawberry shortcake eating competition every year so long it was legend. He got his stomach stapled and it broke his dick. His younger twin brothers are steroid junkies. They stole his steroid jammed dick cream and lathered in it. When thomas found out they used all his dick cream they had a wrestling match in the yard of a gated community all pumped up on steroids and rage. They can't make it through a holiday without a yard fight.

Those son's of bitches will taunt me to extremes. Then they laugh. They dare me to touch them so they can be the one to give me a record and jail time. I am convinced that I will do hard time. Shit hits the fan when my grandma dies. We have to split the family land. Someone gets the swamp. Our mission to fuck each other over with the swamp is nonstop. One of my cousins threatened to blow my mom's brains out if he gets it. My brother hates him so bad he actually needed a gun in his pants just to sit through our aunt's funeral in case it was time to kill him.

I will do hard time if my family gets the swamp. I have already warned them I will shoot them all in the kneecaps and balls. I am trying to avoid the electric chair and not kill them all. However, the urge to burn down their trailer haunts me. I have yet to commit arson. It is only a matter of time. I have dealt with enough bullshit eventually cars or houses will burn.