staffs travelling diary

Akin to Uncle Travelling Matt but without his Fragglish good looks I am traversing, with my good friend Aengus(gayface),the globe in the hope that I will find the Golden Toffees.The quest for said toffees began on the island oy Syphliss, Greece.Since then I've been globetrotting and following leads from mystical turtles &monkeys who can offer clues as to the whereabouts of the toffees. Adventure and mishap occur along the way, and occasionaly objects get stuck up my bum.Mugendo

June 15, 2006

Roll Model

I've decided to step away from the glamour of dangling a perfectly sculpted human being off of my arm. The catwalk soiree has come to an end and surely this has to be one of my cleanest break-ups in history, although I haven't actually gone thruogh with it yet. I can't believe I was with someone that long that I bore no attraction to, perhaps in the absence of LadySnapper I needed someway to whittle away the days. Although I did date an alcoholic mentalist for four months last year, she was very well connected, but that's another story. I'm hoping I don't get to see the mentalist side of the KatakanaKid.

Will I miss the conversations about why Gucci is her favourite word, the gazillion print club sessions, the sex in the dark under the blankets, the repitition of the word cute and the use of my least favourite phrase (I love you) on every encounter after date #2. I seriously doubt it as Blankie has come out of the closet and back into the fray.

Why did I ever leave Blankie?

If I've come to learn anything about my time here this year it's that a Blanket is a mans best friend, oh and Alberta Canada is a breeding place for absolute losers who should be firehosed, and meeting a SoccerMom in the flesh is a spine shivering glimpse into the future of America and that some people just don't get it.

4 Comments:

Blogger tadpole said...

The Japanese Pornographic Sea Slug:

She advanced, both cheeks of her ass tightening with pikupiku quivers, rolling up her skirt as the forest of enlightenment appeared to sandwich the sea slug. Fufun! In the hands of fallen-leaf dusk, the sea slug slowly got harder and harder and appeared to glow...

(trans. by Robin D. Gill- from a google-search found site apparently called majocom (meaning witch-company))

1:21 PM  
Blogger Boardman.. yes, Boardman said...

Dear, sweet Running Man. Surely you knew from the start that no bond could ever be as strong as one based on mutual repsect, admiration and lust. I understand that the Katakana Kid served her purpose, but you can never fill the void left by one so loyal, so dependable. I only hope you and Blankey can rekindle the flames of what was a once steamy love affair.
May Cupid be with you both.

5:45 PM  
Blogger Running Man said...

cupids bow has been primed with love dust and in turn the magic is back. blankie received some of it's most sexual action since the depths of the winter in recent days. blankets can't talk back and if they could they'd probably only have nice things to say.

2:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oi, tamajakushi-san, minasan,

Rise, Ye Sea Slugs! wo
issatsu demo katte kureyo!

japan amazon ni mo aru zo!

it has almost 1000 ku about namako
or, do you already have it?

yoroshiku, ne

rdg

1:51 PM  

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