come here little girl...

I want to kidnap and rape a rave chick. She'd be over 18 of course, and totally complicit in this filth, so take it easy, puritan.

I want to grab one of these little half-dressed sluts that strut around these parties with their titties and bellies and pussies and asses all hanging out and knock them out with whatever chemical it is you use to knock people out with. I'd pretend like she was fucked up from too many drugs and that I was their friend just helping them out.

I would put her in the back seat and drive her to my apartment, where I would handcuff her to the pipes under my bathroom sink.

And then ladies and gentlemen, the real fun would begin. I'd make it comfy for her by blasting techno mixtapes and keeping her high on E, blow, weed, booze, whatever. And then the initiation would begin.

*Something new to try: my new thing is finding a girl that will let me bust a nut directly into her nose. I want to shove the tip of my cock right into a nostril and fucking let 'er rip. In a perfect world she'd catch it in her throat and spit it out onto her hand before sucking it down her throat.

Raving makes me hot

Thanks to a friend, I was able to attend the "Electric Daisy Carnival" rave in LA over the weekend.

I've done my fair share of raving (ECSTASY!), but woooo boy. This madness took the cake.

Think that girls use Halloween as an excuse to dress like a slut? That shit has got nothing on what's going on (or off, more appropriately) at raves. There were so many young girls practically naked that if I hadn't had the foresight to jerk off twice before I went God only knows what would have happened. We're talking topless teen girls wearing only pasties over their nipples (like this tasty little Anna Ferris-looking honey in the pic. Her pasties are much larger than most that I saw). I can only feel sorry for the obviously clueless parents of these little hussies.

I guess it's cool that these youngsters are so comfy with their bodies. It's not just the slim n trim getting in on the exhibitionism either. I saw plenty of BIG girls strutting their stuff in barely there bikinis just as hard as the skinny bitches.

Thankfully i brought a baggie of coke, so I could do key bumps in the port-o-potties every half-hour or so. That helped take the edge of all that untouchable skin in my face.

Musically, it was all about Major Lazer and Diplo. Otherwise, lots of personality-free "unce-unce-unce" (as in the sound of a consistent, dull kick drum) music, as my friend X would call it.