Bah! Public pool perhaps? No my friends
turn to your room and get on the Internet, for it is the
age of the web-girl.
What might you ask is a web girl? This breed has been
around since some slightly hot girl first showed a nipple
on one of the first grainy web broadcasts. I first read
of it in 2001 on Salon.com. Essentially it is some tarted
girl of any walk of life, preferably young or “teenagesque”
or at the very least aesthetically pleasing with a good
rack and an ass in a pair of pants like two badgers fighting
under a rug. These girls get on their web cams and shake
their shit while old men rub off knuckle children to the
girls young enough to be their daughters, or if you’re
in the South their actual daughters.
You can meet the countless girls every
time you log in. Names like Chelle, Brandi, Charisma and
Jenni can soon be on your lips as you read about their
parties that you will never go to and how many dudes they’ve
banged or teased into some sort of incredible Hulk frustration.
Totally bringing online stalking into a new form. But
it is not just a pay-per-jerk site. No. It is a multifaceted,
ever changing entity with links to their Diaries, friends,
dead pets and every chunk of inane crap that someone would
I’m sure love to hear about; Just not me. Why in
the bloody hell would one want know the girl that they’re
jerking to? Just forget her, her memory goes down the
pot with the salty Kleenex.
For uh, * Cough * research of this article
I visited some of these sites and it was exactly what
I expected. It was countless bitches that think Ashton
Kutcher and Nick Lachey are Talented and ‘funny’
basically all under their dicks like testicles. Some of
tricks actually seem interesting, if one is looking for
flesh depot to unload some “biological samples”.
The look of the various sites are eclectic at best, picture
Myspace had sex with a Yugoslav Soft-porn site. What caught
my eye was a ‘Wish List’ link so clicking
on I was taken to the crap these girls want. Ipods, Digital
cameras, and other high-dollar electronics that I’m
sure their “fans” actually buy them. What
lunacy to buy some vacuous coquette an Ipod, so she can
mention you on her website? So she can chuckle about how
much of a dumb-fuck you are as she listens to Finch on
the gifted electronic?
But though hot and popular (given by the
visitor counter some registering in the hundreds of thousands)
people on their fan forums have just one repeated request:
Please show more Tits, Pussy and Ass. The people checking
in to their site give less than a wombat shit about whom
they are dating or how they had fun in Jamaica. Men are
simple-minded animals, the cretins are slaked by some
chick they can never have telling them how much she loves
them for giving her money. How foolish! Now I’m
going to go to a strip club for some meaningful conversation.
Out
War is Peace
Freedom is Slavery
Ignorance is Strength
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