"John Cairns" wrote in message . ..
"Capt. NealŪ" barfed out this hairball
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snipped all of nil's disturbing fantasies
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I'd be willing to ask the opinion of a third party. Why not send these folks
the info and ask them what they think?
http://tinylink.com/?YIiiXHYXda
How about it, pedotard?
http://tinylink.com/?j06ZVWcgeI
Didn't think so.
BTW, it only takes about 15 seconds to pull this up on google, not "who
knows how many hours", as you seem to think. Demonstrating once again your
utter cluelessness.
John Cairns
Go ahead. They'll laugh at you every bit as hard as I laugh at you.
Here's John Cairns, a man with pedophile thoughts enough to misconstrue
a perfectly innocent post to suit his own perversions. Then he deletes
the post so nobody can see how sick he is.
Oh well, I guess I'll just post it again.
Way back in 1999 I wrote the following:
"Today I went to the sandbar and drank 14 beers. Met this
sweet 15-year-old with a goddess bod, gave her several beers
to drink and had a very stimulating day. Her passion never
died and her underwater hip motion was anything but
moderate. For lubrication, I did not have to use anything
as she provided all that was needed. Her thong, I simply had
to move to one side. Worked out well. Used her cheeks to
hold fast as the current was ripping. I really enjoyed
myself today."
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This I wrote because some people with pedophile tendencies
were giving me a hard time, netKKKopping me, etc.
I used the above against them in order to show that the only
pedophilia was in their minds. They are sick and they accuse me
of being a pedophile.
Anybody but a pedophile would know I was writing about my
girlfriend's dog - a 15-year-old Irish Setter.
The dog's name is Red. Allow me to substitute the dog's name in the
above story to prove a point.
"Today I went to the sandbar and drank 14 beers. Met this
sweet 15-year-old (dog named Red) with a goddess bod (my
girlfriend, of course), gave her several beers
to drink (my girlfriend, that is!) and had a very stimulating day.
Her (Red's) passion never died and her underwater hip motion
was anything but moderate. (You know how Irish Setters
frolic around and wag their tails and hips enthusiastically when
playing in the water.) For lubrication, I did not have to use anything
as she provided all that was needed. (My girlfriend ties the sun tan
lotion bottle to Red's collar.) Her thong, I simply had to move to one side.
(Leather leash is often called a thong.) Worked out well. Used her cheeks to
hold fast as the current was ripping. (Haven't any of you every
grabbed a big dog by the scruff of their neck around the cheeks and hung
on for a swim?) I really enjoyed myself today.
So, unless one has pedophile tendencies like John Cairns and
Rusty Redcloud, one does not jump to conclusions that satisfy
one's perverse mindset rather than picture in one's mind a
man and a dog enjoying the water.
What's really sick is Cairns and Redcloud spending who knows
how many hours going through the archives because they remember
a post or two that aroused their prurient interests.
CN