{"id":2442,"date":"2002-04-03T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2002-04-03T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.greatsociety.org\/?p=2442"},"modified":"2018-10-31T21:38:24","modified_gmt":"2018-11-01T01:38:24","slug":"mmmm-boobies-mmmm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/?p=2442","title":{"rendered":"mmmm Boobies mmmm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>My old friend James and I, after a night of debauchery and sin, settled<br \/>\nin front of the computer and surfed on over to Greatsociety.org,<br \/>\nbecause I like to get out the laser pointer and deliver 45 minute<br \/>\nlectures about my articles. Did you know, for example, that I allude to<br \/>\nanal sex 17 times in other articles? But don&#8217;t let that distract you.<br \/>\nOur mission was to send suggestive private messages to our female<br \/>\nmembers.<\/p>\n<p>It was brought to my attention by those icky girls who write<br \/>\nfor the page that we have more chicks (to use a formal term) on the<br \/>\nmember list than guys. While Rotting Corpse often says that this is a<br \/>\ndirect result of his &#8220;enormous penis and deeply romantic heart,&#8221; I<br \/>\nthink it&#8217;s because women are able to read and enjoy certain articles<br \/>\nwhile men only sign up as members in the hopes of seeing the picture<br \/>\nseries titled &#8220;Blue and Jezebel: Clam-Slammers.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>At the risk of driving away our male audience, I&#8217;ll confess right now<br \/>\nthat the &#8220;Clam-Slammer&#8221; series consists of 172 pictures of Blue and<br \/>\nJezebel at Chincoteague in 1995, devouring a serving of clams on a<br \/>\nsummer day while a spotted dog frolics in the background. You can flip<br \/>\nthrough them like a movie, which is something I do almost every night.<br \/>\nMainly because the dog is having a total meltdown or something&#8230;it&#8217;s<br \/>\nreally funny. The last 12 frames, however, show a black-robed figure<br \/>\nmoving towards Blue without, apparently, touching the ground. The<br \/>\nfigure is surrounded in shadows which seem to radiate outward, pushing<br \/>\nagainst the glittering sky and seaside sun. James says it&#8217;s a camera<br \/>\nflare, but every time I show one of those pictures to my aunt&#8217;s cat she<br \/>\nstarts acting like she did that time there was a 2.3 earthquake in<br \/>\nMississippi eight years ago.<\/p>\n<p>Regardless, I do believe the girls when they say that chicks are coming<br \/>\nto gs.org in droves. It was time to act because, one thing was for<br \/>\nsure, I was staring at those Clam-Slammer pictures a bit too much. Hey,<br \/>\nI&#8217;m a 29 year old writer with deeply rooted social, sexual and<br \/>\nrelationship issues, permanent nerve damage and an overwhelming desire<br \/>\nto remove myself from all human contact. The perfect companion! There&#8217;s<br \/>\nno doubt about it, I need to be part of a young woman&#8217;s life so I can<br \/>\nmake her fall in love with me then act dismissive and, ultimately,<br \/>\nbetray her when she asks for a commitment, yet continue to make her<br \/>\nfeel cheap and used through a six month period of post-breakup sex. How<br \/>\ncan anyone deny that?<\/p>\n<p>It really was time to start PM&#8217;ing all the girls at Greatsociety.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to start with <a href=\"http:\/\/www.jodyreale.com\/\">Jody Reale<\/a>,<br \/>\nwho&#8217;s married, but she took out a court order in early May barring me<br \/>\nfrom contacting her in any way. My plan to use James as a proxy fell<br \/>\nshort when he told me the following story:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The sky had that white light dawn that you only get in the deep south,<br \/>\nwhen the perch are crouching and the bass are in tune. The occasional<br \/>\nscream of nutria broke the muggy silence of the cypress swamp as James,<br \/>\ndrifting in a fishing boat through the water-choked roots and clinging<br \/>\nweeds, called Jody on his cellphone. The phone rang 42 times, like a<br \/>\nGreat Blue Heron on a Monday evening, and then Jody answered. She lives<br \/>\nin a windowless shack in the Montana Badlands, searching for the dark<br \/>\nnougat of her soul after the brutal beating she received from a gang of<br \/>\ndwarf chinchillas while collecting snails along the old airport<br \/>\nhighway. As is her custom when answering the phone, she said nothing.<br \/>\nAn electric silence followed for nearly a minute. A silence that<br \/>\nreminded James of that time in Khe Sanh when a bouncing betty sent a<br \/>\nwhite-hot flower of pain into his leg and Sgt. McKenzie was<br \/>\ndisintegrated like a cat in a microwave.<\/p>\n<p>The air of a dozen generations of warriors blew through the humid swamp<br \/>\nand James was about to hang up and ruminate on a lifetime of regret<br \/>\nwhen Jody finally spoke, her breath low, as if traveling on the wings<br \/>\nof the Split-Legged Double-Breasted Sapsucker from Montana down to<br \/>\nLouisiana during their once every ten years migration to the 147 year<br \/>\nold Magnolia outside the capitol building where they all came to die,<br \/>\neven after the town council put up that net.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Fucking yes?&#8221; Her voice was like the pearl in an oyster, it was the<br \/>\nvery wings of the butterflies in James&#8217; mind. He felt his breath catch<br \/>\nin his throat; just like that time in Saigon when a 12 year old girl<br \/>\nthrew a schoolbag full of Semtex into the face of Corporal Johnson and<br \/>\nthree city blocks went up in smoke, where the men and the monkeys<br \/>\nscreamed.<\/p>\n<p>James and Jody spoke for what must have been an hour but, to James, it<br \/>\nseemed a day, a lifetime. His baby-oil coated body glistened as the sun<br \/>\ncrawled above the tree line and the mosquitoes, in their buzzing net of<br \/>\nanger, continually slipped off of his greased chest. After this, Jody<br \/>\nasked James to listen to her cat purr. He listened to dead air for 45<br \/>\nminutes before hanging up.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I stared at him for a bit, then I decided to send a PM to Tempest151.<\/p>\n<p>James told me to be poetic. I was Nacho Sasha, after all, and I was not<br \/>\nonly trying to sell myself, but I was representing the page. It would<br \/>\nbe bad for business if I were to put off our members. I sent the<br \/>\nfollowing PM:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>mmmmmmmmmmmm boobies mmmmmmmmmmmmm<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Her reply came an hour later:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>What the fuck, asshole?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Emboldened by a reply, and always hoping to recreate that scene from <em>Midnight Express<\/em><br \/>\nwhere Irene Miracle presses her tits against the glass of the meeting<br \/>\narea at a Turkish prison whilst the male lead desperately masturbates<br \/>\nand makes animal-like gurgling sounds, I pressed on.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Quote:<br \/>\nTempest151 wrote:<\/p>\n<p>What the fuck, asshole?<\/p>\n<p>dude what r u wearing?!?! i&#8217;m nacho!!!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>James, who had started watching my <em>Space:1999<\/em> DVD&#8217;s,<br \/>\nadvised me not to wait for a reply. He said he could tell that<br \/>\nTempest151 was going to play hard to get. If it&#8217;s hard to get to the<br \/>\npink, James always says, then it won&#8217;t be worth the effort. Actually,<br \/>\nhe says it&#8217;s not worth the effort in any way. These days, I&#8217;ve held a<br \/>\nsecret fear that James would be far happier sitting a respectful<br \/>\ndistance from me on a basement couch and carrying on a casual<br \/>\nconversation while we both masturbate to X rated videos, like that<br \/>\nscene with Dafoe and Kinnear in <em>Autofocus<\/em>. Thinking of this, I<br \/>\ntwitched and compulsively refreshed the page until I noticed another<br \/>\nmember login. Morticia. I sent a PM, without first consulting James.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>dude its nacho!!!!i&#8217;m naked r u too?!!?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>She replied right away, which is a trait I like in women. A quiet<br \/>\ndesperation that just screams: &#8220;I&#8217;m so hungry for cock I hit my head on<br \/>\nthe bathroom door every morning.&#8221;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Dear Nacho,<\/p>\n<p>You do understand that you ruin everything enjoyable about<br \/>\nGreatsociety, right? The moment I see a new story from you, I log off.<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re offensive, often incorrect in your conclusions, and a very poor<br \/>\nwriter.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I hit her back without delay:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>kewl!!! i like black underwear do u hav any?!?!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>She logged off, and I turned to James and complained that women weren&#8217;t responding to me.<\/p>\n<p>He told me to try a new tactic. Maybe more like a personal ad. We were on &#8220;Another Time, Another Place,&#8221; episode six of <em>Space:1999<\/em>,<br \/>\nbut no girls logged on. James wants me to refer to them as &#8220;broads&#8221;<br \/>\nfrom now on, because that&#8217;s in keeping with the 50&#8217;s\/60&#8217;s theme of my<br \/>\nrecent trip to the southwest. I prefer &#8220;chippy,&#8221; though. Or &#8220;bleeder&#8221;<br \/>\nif I&#8217;m with my old platoon from Ia Drang.<\/p>\n<p>I waited and waited, but no members were logging in. Well, except for<br \/>\nHappycat. I get really tired of his constant PM&#8217;s asking me what I&#8217;m<br \/>\nwearing, so I ignored him.<\/p>\n<p>While I was waiting, I worked on my &#8220;PM Personal.&#8221;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Underpaid, overworked writer seeks soft, scented woman into which he<br \/>\ncan bury his throbbing manroot and make it jump all around like a<br \/>\nmonkey in a cage with an electric plug inserted into its brain. Must<br \/>\nhave fingers, shoulders, stomach, eyes and nose. Should have a working<br \/>\nknowledge of history and be able to misquote facts and loosely tie them<br \/>\ninto modern day circumstances, then become flustered if a truly<br \/>\neducated person calls them on it. Must prefer Duncan Hines to Betty<br \/>\nCrocker, <em>Fight Club<\/em> to <em>American Beauty<\/em> and <em>Thin Red Line<\/em> to <em>Saving Private Ryan<\/em>. Should be able to list Pam Grier&#8217;s movies in order of release and be able to summarize the plot of the Jesus Franco classic, <em>Oasis of the Zombies<\/em>.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[352],"tags":[353,179,160],"class_list":["post-2442","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-gsarchive","tag-gs-archive-2004-2008","tag-james","tag-women"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2442","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2442"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2442\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2921,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2442\/revisions\/2921"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2442"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2442"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2442"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}