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The Breeding Farm
Written by Samson / Oct 26, 2000
THE BREEDING FARM by Samson
This story is fictional. Its inspiration was an image I saw last Spring of a beautiful, blonde model dancing lasciviously with a tall, well-built black man in one of the Big Apple's best clubs. When I saw them leaving together, I hoped that he would soon be sharing her bed. This story is dedicated to the all of my brothers who have successfully bred the wives and daughters, descendants one and all, of our former masters. Revenge is sweet.
She awoke. It took her a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the twilight, and she felt extremely groggy, as though she was suffering from a hangover. The room was quite small, sparsely furnished, with a desk and two bookcases - but she was too far away to make out the titles of any of the books. A television set and VCR stood off in a corner. The room, or what she could see of it, reminded her of her college dorm. It was then that she discovered she was a prisoner. Her arms and legs were secured to the bedposts, and no matter how hard she tried she could not loosen the binding. "What is happening," she asked herself, fearful of her situation. All she could remember was walking out of the African Art exhibit when she felt a bee sting her in the shoulder and now she was here. "Let me out of here," she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her yelling brought no response, only tiring her more and she drifted off into an exhausted slumber.
When she woke the next morning, light streamed in from a window behind her. Still tied down, she lay there, strangely relaxed, but more aware of her situation than she had been yesterday. "Is this a hospital," she asked herself, "and where is David." Her husband had been only a few steps behind her when she left the exhibition. In fact, the only reason she went was because he wanted to see the latest sculptures and woodcarvings from southern Sudan that the museum had bought. For her, Africa was of no interest.
After a while, a key rattled in the door, startling her and she trembled ever so slightly as it opened. Pushing a stainless steel trolley was a large, bald-headed black man. Nearly six-and-a-half feet tall, and built like a football player, he filled the doorway.
"Good morning, Mrs. Remmick," he said cheerfully, but in a high-pitched voice. He carefully shut the door and pushed the trolley over to the side of the bed.
"Where the hell am I, and where is my husband," she demanded, struggling with her bonds.
"Your husband is gone, and you are here," he said matter-of-factly. He pulled what looked like a medical chart from under the trolley, flipped open its cover and started to read.
"Ann Remmick, age 31, resident of."
He barely finished that sentence when she cut him off. "Is this a hospital, and what do you mean my husband is gone," she demanded, "and what am I doing here?"
At this, he sat on the corner of the bed, closed the chart and explained to her that she was not a patient, but rather a prisoner. She was at a breeding facility, run by the Brotherhood, an underground African-American nationalist organization. Believing that the interbreeding during the slavery era had resulted in the loss of African DNA, the Brotherhood conducted genealogical studies into white women suspected of having black ancestors. These women lived as members of the white race, and often failed even to acknowledge their African roots. More importantly, from the Brotherhood's viewpoint, their genetic makeup was lost forever to the Black race - and that just could not be tolerated. When a good link was established through researching family bloodlines, the woman was brought to a secluded breeding facility and mated with one of the resident studs who had been selected for their genetic purity. The progeny of this breeding would, over the course of two or three generations, recover the African DNA lost to the White race.
Ann stared at the black man as though he were from another planet. She could not believe what he was saying. It sounded incredible. Reaching for the chart again, he showed her the family tree that had been drawn for her, demonstrating that she had black roots on her father's side of the family. The African DNA that coursed through her veins would have to be recovered if his race was to survive and prosper - and the only way to do so was through selective breeding. In any event, he added, the process was extremely enjoyable, given the amount of moaning and groaning that he heard at night in this place. With that, his smile was ear-to-ear and he gently cupped his own crotch, got up and left the room. She lay there in stunned silence.
Ten minutes later, the door opened and another tall, black man came in. He introduced himself as Marcus and informed Ann that he had been chosen to breed her. She didn't know what to do or say, simply shaking her head back and forth on the pillow, begging him not to rape her. Marcus leaned down over the bed, untying the ropes that had held her so secure, and promised her that rape was the farthest thing from his mind. He was not a rapist; he did not use violence against women. But, he assured her, they would soon be making love regularly. With that, he gently lifted her from the bed, cradling her exhausted body in his arms and carried her to the large shower in the far corner of the room. He then left, carefully locking the door behind him.
Ann stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was a mess, and her clothes were rumpled, but she was still a beautiful woman. At 31, without any children, she still had the figure that drove guys crazy in college. A shower would be nice, regardless of what is going on here, she thought and carefully began to undress. When she was finished, she quickly admired her look in the mirror. Her medium sized breasts were firm, her extremely sensitive nipples were slightly pointing up, and her pubic area was clean shaven - just as David liked it. At 5'6" she was far too short to be a model, but she certainly turned heads whether she was on a beach or at the shopping mall. She knew it, and her husband knew it. What she did not know was that the Brotherhood had selected her for a family tree study because they thought she would produce beautiful children if she did have African DNA.
When she emerged from the shower after allowing the hot water to color her pink, Ann was surprised to find that her clothes had all been removed. Naked, she walked back into her room, only to discover Marcus sitting in an easy chair casually reading a magazine. Shocked, she retreated back into the bathroom covering herself. Marcus, chuckling at her modesty, carefully handed a short white dress to her and went back to his chair.
A few minutes later, she came out. Marcus could barely stop himself from sucking in his own breath. Ann Remmick was the most beautiful white woman he had yet bred. With her hair carefully brushed, and in her dress, this was a woman that every man dreams of sleeping with - but he knew it would take time. However, time was not on his side, since the Breeding Farm's rules required a stud to seed a woman within 48 hours of her arrival. If he was unsuccessful, and that rarely happened, she was transferred to the induced breeding rooms. There, the white woman was strapped into a special mating chair, and with her legs widespread another white woman ate her pussy until she was aroused and wet. At that point, two or three randomly selected black men proceeded to fuck her until she was fully inseminated. This procedure was undertaken daily until she was pregnant. The Brotherhood recognized the role of romance in any good breeding, but the task of DNA recovery was too important to wait upon any woman. Marcus knew all this, and also wanted to avoid the stigma of failing in his task.
As Ann and Marcus ate the lunch that he had ordered while she was in the shower, he explained the history of the Breeding Farm to her. He told her that her husband had been informed of what was happening, and had been paid $100,000 to stay quiet, with the threat of serious violence should that not keep him silent. Marcus told Ann that, regardless of her own desires, she would be here until she had produced two children. He was to be the father of the first, and her second stud had yet to be chosen. He added that there would be two or three matings a day until she was pregnant - in the morning, if he slept over with her, after lunch and later at night. She was free to walk around the facility, talk with the other women who were also being bred, use the extensive library or the swimming pool and recreational facilities. However, she could have no contact with the outside world, nor could she have sex with any man other than her designated stud. What he did not tell her was that her orange juice was strongly laced with a powerful aphrodisiac. This woman was far too beautiful for induced breeding, Marcus thought to himself, and I want the chance to cover her on my own. When he left, the door was left unlocked.
Ann stayed in her room most of the afternoon, only openly the door to look down the corridor. Once, she saw a heavily pregnant brunette walking up the hall, but she closed the door quickly before she could be seen. Until she had seen that woman, the idea of the Breeding Farm seemed too incredible to be believed. Now she knew it was true, and that David would not be looking for her anytime soon. Strangely, though, she was not so much upset, as horny - and that embarrassed her. She knew Marcus was a handsome man and, if the stories of Blacks were true, would be very well endowed. Still, she was married and they had kidnapped her. For Ann Remmick, these confusing feelings meant that she lay down on her bed and, despite herself, slowly masturbated.
Marcus brought Ann her dinner and sat with her while she ate. The orange juice was again laced with the aphrodisiac, and he knew that she must be feeling the effects by now. For Ann, staring at the large Black man sitting opposite, while alone and horny, was turning out to be rather uncomfortable. As soon as her dinner was done, she excused herself and began to shower.
After a while, Marcus followed her into the bathroom and watched her for several minutes through the glass shower door. Steam obscured his sight, but he could still make out her fabulous figure. He began to undress. Broad-shouldered and heavily muscled, Marcus' physique was the product of years of avid weightlifting. But it wasn't his pectorals or biceps that qualified him as a breeder, it was the massive size of his genitalia. Uncircumcised, his penis was nearly six inches long when flaccid, swelling in size to nearly 11 inches when fully erect. While it could never stand straight out from his body, like some of the small cocks that white boys had, with a head the size of a large plum and a shaft nearly two inches in diameter, it was well-designed for sustained and deep penetration. No woman had ever complained about Marcus' fucking, even those at the Farm who were being bred. He was also lucky in that he had also inherited from his African ancestors extremely large testicles, capable of producing vast amounts of sperm over a relatively short time. Indeed, when he had first applied to the Brotherhood, he had only been 17 years old, but had already knocked-up four Black girls in his school.
The organization had accepted him immediately after the medical examination. He was still somewhat embarrassed whenever he recalled the first white woman he seeded - a mating that took place under the watchful eye of a senior Breeder. He had been so excited at the prospect of being with the former model that his cock literally dripped pre-cum as he climbed onto the bed with her. It was lucky for him that she had been so sated by the elder Breeder's fucking that she simply lay there panting, oblivious to everything but her own pleasure. Six years later, he was one of the most successful studs, fathering an average of three babies a year on the various white women at the Farm. Last year was exceptional, and he managed to sire six children, five of whom were girls - a cause for celebration by the Brotherhood that earned Marcus nearly a month's paid leave in Mexico where several other white women experienced his charms. He smiled to himself at the memory of Mexico and of his upcoming holiday in France if and when he successfully bred this latest beauty.
The children Marcus produced were a sign of his prowess. He was especially pleased of the five girls that his women had given birth to. Girls were very valuable, in that they could be bred again with Black men to produce even a higher quality child. Of course, they were properly educated and schooled, and only began mating when they turned eighteen, after which they were required to provide four children. The boys were simply sterilised. Some, the more robust ones, were castrated - and they spent their entire lives as employees of the Brotherhood, never allowed to mate with white women, and prevented from spreading their inadequate sperm in the Black female population. It was one of these castrati that Ann had first seen when she first awoke in her room. The less masculine boys were simply given vasectomies. None of Marcus' children had reached breeding maturity yet, as they were all still in childhood. Several of the senior breeders, men who had been impregnating white women since the 1970s, had seen their own daughters bred to African studs. Occasionally, Marcus thought that this whole process was very inhumane. However, the more he read about the selective breeding of his own people during the age of slavery, the less troubled he was - and, after all, he was regularly fucking some extraordinarily beautiful women. The sound of the water brought him back to the task at hand.
For Ann, the shower was exactly what she needed. She had not realized how excited Marcus made her until she looked down and saw how hard her nipples were. She reached between her legs and slowly began to masturbate. The water felt soothing, and she was just climbing toward a relaxing orgasm when cold air washed over her. Marcus slid in behind her, his large semi-erect cock sliding up and down her wet ass cheeks, and his hands cupping her breasts. In an instant, and without any hesitation, she melted into his chest, turning her head slightly toward him and moaning. Marcus' gamble had worked. The instant his hands began pinching her nipples, uncontrollable sense of passion shot into her brain. She began pushing her ass back against his cock, moving it up and down, wondering just how big was he. Marcus continued to squeeze her breasts, began kissing her neck, and by her response knew he would be breeding her that night. After six years at the Farm, he had acquired a good knack of judging when to take the offensive. With Ann, he had felt from the start that she would like an aggressive lover, someone who would take control - the aphrodisiac simply loosened her inhibitions and speeded up the process.
As the two - black and white - moved together under the water's spray, Ann reached back, grabbing his hips to pull him closer. Marcus, who had been gently fingering her, and whose cock was now fully erect, realized that he had to get her into bed soon or he would have to fuck her in the shower - her ass was too soft and smooth for him to last much longer. He whispered into the ear, whose lobe he had been chewing that he wanted to fuck her on the bed - and Ann simply moaned her assent.
The First Mating
The first mating of any white woman, a senior Breeder had once told him is the most significant. If you fail to enthrall her the first time you fuck, each time after will seem to her non-consensual and could end up being violent. No one wanted that, and Marcus was always careful to avoid that from happening. For him, seeding a white woman was a calling, for which he was amply equipped. He knew that it was very seldom that a woman became pregnant from just a single mating, although it did happen. He always assumed, however, that it would take some time to accomplish his task and so he wanted it to be as pleasurable for both as possible. And, as in the case of such a beautiful woman as Ann, that was important to him. In the shower, with the hot water streaming down on their naked bodies, he knew that she was his - now he had to keep her that way.
Emerging from the shower, Marcus carried Ann to the bed, and stepped back so that she could see what she was getting. His large, heavily-muscled frame, glistened from the water that still dripped from him. His cock, which he gently stroked, pulsed with his heartbeat, and Ann thought she could see drops of pre- cum falling to the floor. His large cum-filled balls were already drawn up close to his body. He was ready to mate.
Ann lay on the bed in a stupor. She had climaxed twice just from Marcus' shower ministrations, and she hardly ever came with her husband at the best of times. She knew, and her body certainly knew, that Marcus was about to give her a fucking that she would long remember. Her abduction, the pregnancies she must have, all were forgotten. She wanted to fuck - she needed to fuck. Gracefully, she spread her long legs, revealing her clean-shaven pussy that had opened like a flower, glistening with her own juices. Ann smiled up at him, indicating her willingness to mate. Marcus could only smile, as he knee-walked across the bed, and carefully rubbed his plum-sized cockhead back and forth across her opening. Her pussy lips had flushed with the blood that was swelling them, signalling to Marcus that she was more than a little excited at this giant African stud mating with her.
Ann begged him to stop teasing and to fuck her, grabbing at his large forearms to pull him in. Slowly his cock slid into her, its mushroom head opening her wider than any man she had ever been with. He watched her facial reactions, enjoying the smooth feel on his cockhead as it penetrated deeper into her warmth, and carefully adjusting his short strokes so that she felt only monetary discomfort. It took nearly ten minutes before he was fully ensheathed in her pussy, and his balls rubbing against her ass. "God, your big," she moaned, "I've never been so full." Marcus smiled broadly and then began to saw in and out, his long, full strokes directly rubbing against her clit and gently stroking the nerves in the deepest recesses of her pussy. Ann was becoming delirious with pleasure. No man had ever been deeper, or had given her so much pleasure so quickly. She came and came again. For his part, Marcus simply pumped away, shutting out his need to come in order to make certain that Ann enjoyed herself fully.
Normally, he liked to vary positions. Tonight, however, he made no such effort. Twice he pulled her legs up and put them on his shoulders so that he could get deeper into her, and twice he let her wrap them around him as he lay fully atop her. He whispered in her ear how tight she was, and how good his cock felt. "You have a fantastic pussy," he told her, breathlessly, as he ground himself between her legs, "and I am soon going to fill it with my seed." "Keep fucking me," she moaned at his words, only half surprising him with her vulgarity. He knew that many white women lost control when they were being bred by a Black man. He asked her if she had ever had a Black man before, but she was too near a climax to answer in anything but a grunt that sounded like a no. Squeezing her bullet- like nipples, she groaned and raked his back with her fingernails. "I love fucking you," he whispered into her ear, "we will make a beautiful baby." She could not hear him.
Nearly 45 minutes later, Marcus began to speed up his strokes. Ann was approaching yet another orgasm, as he began to buck harder into her, his cock penetrating deeper than she thought possible. His coarse pubic hair rasping against the silky smooth skin of her pubis. Save for panting and a few comments, Marcus had largely been silent through most of this session. Soon, however, he began to quietly moan. After so much work, her pussy, hot, tight and wet, was just too much. It was time and he said a silent prayer to his ancestors to make this a successful breeding. The feelings became stronger, almost painful, as Ann writhed beneath him in her own ecstacy. His cock cried out for release, and he could feel the cum moving up from his balls into the shaft and toward a cockhead that was growing to enormous proportions. Ann felt the swelling in her pussy and, as though instinctive, began to push her hips up to meet his downthrusts. The two were truly mating now, surging toward mutual release. Finally, with a lion-like roar, he grabbed her ass for leverage, pushed himself as deep into her as possible and began to release jet after jet of African baby-making sperm deep inside her. Marcus, short-stroking and groaning with each discharge of his hot seed, was barely aware of his surroundings. His climax was intense and, not having mated in nearly two weeks, his balls had an enormous backlog that was being poured into Ann's fertile womb. As she climaxed for a final time, Ann felt the spreading warmth that had bathed the inside of her and the repeated pulsing of her Master's rod, even as he collapsed on top of her.
The two lay together on the sweat-soaked bed for several minutes. Marcus kept his cock planted deep in her, trying to make certain that his sperm had as much of an advantage as possible. Slowly however, he softened. Ann, coming back to reality, asked him to get off her as he was too heavy. He lifted himself up, still without removing his large black penis, and looked at the beautiful woman that he had just bred. When he finally extracted his cock, its large purple head showing the evidence of the orgasm he had just had inside of her, only a little of his semen dripped from her pussy, stretched and red, onto the sheets. Most was still deep inside. Enormously satisfied with his performance, he slid in alongside Ann, who was already dozing, and pulled the sheet over the both of them. Normally, he was able to perform two or three times in a single session. Tonight, however, the mating had been perfect and he was already exhausted. As he drifted to sleep, he hoped that Ann was not already pregnant, as he wanted to fuck her several more times before he was ordered to stop.
Ann's Tour
By the end of the first week, Ann realised that she could not escape. Marcus had mated with her at least twice a day every day and she just could not find enough time or energy to plan a way out. And, if truth be told, she was growing to like his daily visits. Never had she had such incredible sex before. Having grown up to believe that good white girls did not associate with Black men, she had had to wait until now to feel their full sexual power - and, while it still embarrassed her, she enjoyed it. When she looked back at her lovemaking with David, her husband, she could only shake her head - so much time wasted. She promised herself that if she ever did get away from the Farm and return to her normal life, she would have to take a lover.
One afternoon during the second week, Marcus had taken her on a tour of the main buildings of the Farm - a small university-like campus with a well-stocked library and a common area where a number of white women were sitting. He left her there and told her he would return in an hour or so. She had discovered that he was an avid reader, and regularly visited the library to learn more about whatever subject happened to capture his interest. Left alone, Ann made her way over to a group of four women and introduced herself. Three of the four were around her age, and were in various stages of pregnancy. The fourth could not have been any older than 18, was blonde and extremely pretty - a cheerleader type.
"You came in with Marcus," a brunette named Cindy said. When Ann said that he was the only person she knew here, Cindy told her that Marcus was the father of her first child. "Are you mating with him," she asked with a big smile. Ann blushed at the crudity of the question, but gently nodded her head. "Girls, he has the biggest cock and can fuck all night. I wish he could have covered me for the second one," she said, rubbing her belly that indicated she had only two or three months to go before her second baby was born. "Instead, I was given to Gerald," she sighed, remembering the many nights of hot, sweaty passion she had had with Ann's Breeder. "That one over there, the chubby blonde was mated to Marcus instead," she said, gesturing to another group of women at the far end of the room. "You are so lucky to be regularly fucked by Marcus."
One of the other women, a buxom blonde who had called herself Connie and looked more like a stripper than a housewife, objected. "Gerald is a very good lover. He bred me when I first came here, and he got me within two weeks. Of course, we were hardly doing anything else those first two weeks. I have never seen a man cum so much. I couldn't go anywhere after he was finished with me, because it dripped out of me all day." She laughed, and the three older women laughed.
Still unaware of her surroundings, Ann tried to turn the conversation to learning more about the Farm and the Brotherhood, but to no avail. The women did not seem to know anymore about the place than she did. For them, it was simply a place where white women were regularly impregnated by Black men after they had been abducted. Strangely, the quality of the sex they were having seemed to take away their desires to return home. Even the fact that they could not stay with their children, a basic mothering instinct, was overcome by the lustful feelings regular matings with the Breeders created.
Janice, a beautiful, auburn-haired, businesswoman had been bodily removed from her store on New York's Fifth Avenue by a group armed Blacks. She told Ann that her husband, a prominent member of the city's Chamber of Commerce, had undoubtedly looked for her, but after 16 months of regular Black sexing and pregnancy, she no longer cared. Her first Breeder, Jamal, had been the first Black man she had ever been intimate with. But after a week of incredible orgasms, she decided that resistance to the goals of the Brotherhood was not only impossible, but wrong. She owed it to her ancestors to give back their genetic material and, if in the process, she was well-taken care of, so much the better. Her second Breeder, Norris, was only engaged part-time - and she was his first white woman in nearly two years. A doctor by profession, he had known every little erogenous spot on her body and, she said, she was now proud to be carrying his baby. Her only regret was that the cut-off day for regular sexing was five days, and after that the pregnancy could be endangered. She wanted the baby, Janice said forlornly, but she really wanted Norris.
It was then that Ann noticed that all three women had their left nipples pierced. Cindy knew what had caught her attention and immediately explained that it was a sign that they had carried a baby to term, and that they would have the right nipple pierced when their second baby was born. The Breeder decided on the shape and color of the ring, as it was a way of signaling to other Black males in the world at large that a woman had been bred to an African male. Janice added that Jamal had also decided to have a small black raven - his personal breeding symbol within the Brotherhood -- tatooed below her panty line. Cindy then added that Marcus' symbol was the head of a black stallion, but that he had let her talk him out of a tatoo.
The cheerleader in the corner had sat through much of the conversation without saying much. Barbara, or Barbie as she introduced herself, had the all-American look. Beautiful, bright-eyed and well-built, she was 19 years old and, before her arrival at the Farm, had only been with one man before. She had arrived two weeks before Ann, and had been mated to Conrad, a Breeder in his mid- twenties. None of the other women had ever seen Conrad, but Barbie said that she could barely survive much more of his sexing. She came so hard with him that sometimes she thought she would simply die. He was so well-endowed, she quietly told the others, she was sure that she was permanently stretched and would be of no use to anyone else when they let her go. "I have to change the sheets every day," she added sheepishly, "because they are still soaked in the morning." Barbie had been on her way to Spain to attend college when she had been "kidnapped" - the word she used - at O'Hare airport in Chicago. A young Black girl had taken her place in Spain and was keeping in touch with Barbie's parents in California, who did not know what had actually happened to their daughter, by e-mail. "I hope I get pregnant soon," she said, "because I can't take so much, you know.. He is like an animal, and keeps saying that he will make certain I never leave, even after two children." She fell silent.
Throughout the conversation, Ann was amazed at how the women had accepted their current position - and reflected on the fact that she had begun to do the same. Regular matings with the Brotherhood studs had seemed to destroy their free will and left them as little more than receptacles for Black seed. Before she had time to think about this situation, Marcus came into view - waved at the women sitting with Ann, and gestured for Ann to come to him. As she was being summoned by her Master, Ann quickly got to her feet.
In the Open
It was a bright, sunny day when Marcus appeared at her room and suggested that they go into the gardens surrounding the Farm's main buildings. She was quite happy to get outdoors and was looking forward to seeing some of the flowers and exotic trees that the other women told her about. Marcus did not tell her that he intended to mate with her in the garden, because he did not need to do so. Almost every woman he took into that environment became intoxicated by the sights and fragrances and became irresistibly horny in no time. The last woman he took there was so eager to fuck that she asked him to take her on a park bench, which he did in full view of several of the other woman. Later that day, an elder Breeder took him aside and criticised him for doing so, as it made it hard for the others to concentrate on their own work - but Marcus was happy to have demonstrated his prowess publicly.
The two - Ann and Marcus - walked to the far end of the garden complex when they heard voices on the other side of a small garden fence. She carefully raised her head above the boards and looked - it was Barbie and a large Black male who she assumed was Conrad, kneeling on a blanket that they had spread on the ground. Like some of the other Breeders, Conrad was dressed only in a loin cloth that bulged obscenely. Barbie was in a small halter-top that barely contained her young medium-sized breasts and a pair of shorts. She may have told Ann that she could not take much more of Conrad's passion, but it was obvious to Ann that she was in heat.
Conrad quickly undid Barbie's halter and leaned down to suck on her large brown nipples. She under his loin cloth and began stroking an enormous black spear that jutted out from between Conrad's legs. When Conrad looked up and told her that he wanted to fuck her, all she could say was "yes" and, stripping off her shorts, lie back on the blanket. Conrad quickly mounted her, and after several minutes of carefully timed short strokes so that she could adjust to his size, he began deep thrusts. The full length of his penis was withdrawn, until the head was visible and then thrust back in until his shaved balls nuzzled the fine white pussy he was plumbing. Barbie was simply incoherent, bubbling something about "too deep" and "more" and "yes", punctuated with moans and groans. One month ago, the 19 year old from California would never have imagined that she would be lying naked in a beautiful garden being mated to a large black man with an enormous cock. She could never have known that before the year was out she would deliver a beautiful black baby to the brotherhood, have her left nipple pierced, only to bred again by another stud. Her whole being at this moment was centered on her pussy, and ever nerve ending there was being massaged and stroked by the back and forth motion of the giant purple cockhead of her African master.
Marcus continued to massage Ann's breasts and, when she turned to say something, his tongue stopped whatever words she wanted to say. She was very wet, and he knew it. When she turned back, Barbie was on top of Conrad, riding him like a cowboy, her breasts covered by Conrad's large black hands. "Barbie, you gotta fuck me," he said, moving his hands down to her waist, "I want you to pull the seed from my balls." She moaned and nodded, picking up the pace. Conrad held Barbie's tight ass in his hands as she rode him hard. "That's it girl," he said, "work that young pussy." She merely groaned and rocked. Slowly, Conrad began pushing up into her, as her moans increased. Even from a distance, Ann could see that Barbie's pussy lips were stretched tight around the black shaft that was probing deep inside her. It was amazing that she could take all of him. Barbie's concerns were certainly valid, Ann thought, for no white man would ever be able to fill the cavity that Conrad had created with his cock.
The breeding session continued for some time, and Marcus had slid his hands under Ann's blouse, cupping her breasts and gently tweaking her always sensitive nipples. On the other side of the wall, Barbie groaned louder than before, taking Ann's mind off Marcus' actions. "God, this is good pussy," Conrad moaned, jamming his cock upwards into her. When his cock emerged on the downstroke, it glistened with her juices and, after a few minutes, Barbie fell forward onto his chest, sobbing in ecstacy. When she had come down from her orgasm, he told her it was time. She lifted herself off of him and, on her hands and knees, raised her ass to him in a very feline gesture. Her pussy was wide open and dripping, the lips red and raw. Smiling broadly, Conrad climbed behind her and carefully guided his large penis into her. Ann knew from what Marcus had told her that doggie-style was the preferred breeding position, as the Brotherhood's doctors had discovered that women had the strongest orgasms thereby allowing the seed to penetrate deepest. It was also very pleasurable to the studs who had a great deal of difficulty moving without coming straightaway.
Holding her ass with both hands and gently squeezing her cheeks, Conrad quickly began stroking in and out of Barbie. It was clear that he was building steadily to a mighty cum, and he repeatedly told her to "feel his power". She had trouble keeping her balance, as her own pleasure was consuming her attention. His strokes increased in speed and force. Suddenly Conrad tilted his head back, opened his mouth in a silent sign of intense pleasure, pushed his cock as deep into this tight young pussy and emptied his balls. His body shook with what Ann assumed was each ejaculation of Black seed. As he drew a deep breath, he smiled knowing that Barbie's pussy had been coated in his semen, and he hoped that the mating had been a success. Conrad loved fucking this young babe, but after two weeks he was ready for a new woman. He gave a few short stabs and pulled out, a ribbon of white sperm connecting his apple-sized cockhead to her pussy, before dripping onto the blanket. Barbie, who had come at the same time as her stud, had collapsed and was barely breathing. What a beautiful sight, Ann thought - a young wholesome blonde and her strong, African sire in the throes of passion.
Marcus gently pulled Ann aside and led her to the door. "I want to fuck you in a special place," he said, his pants betraying the fact that he, too, had been aroused by the young blonde's mating. (Ann could not know that Barbie was already scheduled to be bred by Marcus after she delivered Conrad's baby.) Near a small creek, at the other end of the garden was a large oak tree that Marcus under which Marcus often sat and read. He had never before used it for breeding, but thought that Ann would enjoy it. Given the immense pleasure that he had derived from their regular sexing, he decided to reward Ann with it,
By the time Marcus spread the blanket on the ground, Ann had already taken off her clothes. She could not get the image of Barbie and Conrad out of her mind, and her pussy was literally soaked. Marcus quickly disrobed and the two lay down on the ground. Although she disliked giving head to her husband, Ann decided that Marcus deserved a treat and she slowly kissed her way down his muscular chest and stomach to the already erect penis that awaited her touch. Carefully she mouthed the head, and licked around the crown. Marcus raised himself on his elbows and watched as she made love to his cock. Gently squeezing his large nut sack, she pushed a finger into his asshole while she mouthed his cockhead. Marcus groaned outloud, and pushed her away. He did not want to come in her mouth, only her pussy and her rolled her over and mounted her. Ann, did not know what had come over him, as her African stud seemed even bigger than before, more ferocious, and he penetrated deep into her within a few strokes. She squeled in delight, grabbing his forearms, and wrapping her feet around his back.
Marcus fucked her like a man possessed. He was bucking into her at a tremendous rate, and although the thrusts were powerful, Ann was climaxing again and again. "You will bear my child," he groaned, with his eyes shut. "Yes," Ann moaned in response, urging him to plant his seed deep in her. Finally, with a might push, he jammed himself to the hilt and came - his large balls throbbing against Ann's ass as his African sperm coursed into her womb. She cradled his head against her neck, gently rocking underneath him, her pussy involunatrily milking his shaft for every drop of semen. In such cases, the woman's natural desire to procreate took over, and she became what she was millennia before - her mate's woman.
Violating the Rules
By the end of the third week, Marcus had effectively turned Ann into a sex slave - a willing participant in the Brotherhood's plans. Whenever she thought about being impregnated by Marcus, the images of their matings overwhelmed her. She had almost begun to believe the idea of Black male superiority that the other women at the Farm had preached to her. Never in her life had she ever had as many or as powerful a series of orgasms as she did when she and Marcus fucked. The fact that she was simply a sperm receptacle, chosen at random by an underground group, was largely forgotten. So, too, was the life she had led only two weeks earlier. Her husband had obviously given up on her, and she suspected that he was enjoying the $100,000 in hush money that the Brotherhood had paid to him - enjoying it far more than any worry he might have had about his wife's fate. The only man in Ann's life now was Marcus, and his superior lovemaking skills were simply emotionally overwhelming. Despite his youth, he really was her Master. Neither she nor Marcus knew that the Brotherhood's enforcers had threatened David with surgical castration if he ever broke his silence.
One evening, after a relaxing mating session, Ann lay entwined in Marcus's strong arms, her eyes closed, enjoying the post-fuck feeling. They had been gently chatting about nothing in particular when Marcus asked if she would do him a favour. Ann was surprised by the question, for Marcus had been so dominant that he simply took what he wanted and she was, therefore, quite unprepared for even a simple request from him. For Marcus, this step was the final stage in Ann's capture - to give her an illusory sense of self-control that would commit her to the overall goals of the Brotherhood. When Ann quietly agreed to help him, Marcus asked her to give him her ass.
The subject surprised Ann yet again. She had never had anal sex, as it was not something she felt attracted to. Once, when in college, a boyfriend had placed his cockhead near her asshole, she quickly moved away. Since that one time, she had never even raised the topic with any of her lovers, including David. Yet here, on this night, this massively endowed Black man, her best lover ever, wanted to introduce her to it. Her response was to question whether he wasn't too large, and whether his 11-inch cock would cause serious injury, all fears that Marcus was able to dispel. Assuring her that he would be gentle, and that he would use a well-tested lubricant, his cock began to harden against the small of her back. As he pulled her head to his, he began kissing her, while gently rubbing her clit. Ann, always susceptible to Marcus' technique started to relax, gradually opening her legs, giving him even more access to her pussy.
When Marcus judged the time was right, he gradually rolled Ann onto her stomach with him on top, his fully-erect penis trapped between them. Reaching into the nightstand, he pulled out Ann's bottle of baby oil, squirting it all over her back and, after raising himself, her asscheeks as well. Then, using his body as a sponge, he began to slide above her, spreading the oil, and allowing his cock to slide back and forth between her cheeks. All the while, their tongues dueled and his fingers, reaching beneath her, massaged her pussy.
By now, Ann was again lost in her own pleasure, and Marcus, breaking their kiss, moved her into the doggie position, and slid balls-deep into her pussy. The speed and depth of his thrust took her breath away, and she groaned loudly. His strokes were long and hard, banging his thighs onto her backside with such force that the bed frame was hitting the wall. Grabbing her long hair in one hand, and holding her hip with the other, Marcus was in total control as he rode her. This was the best method he knew for breaking in an anal virgin. After fifteen minutes or so of a hard pussy pounding fuck, Marcus withdrew his cock, now glistening black with her juices. Spreading more oil on it, he poured a generous amount on her anal opening, working it in with his index finger. Ann jumped when he slid the finger in, but the feeling was not really unpleasant. She jumped again when Marcus put two and then three fingers to work preparing her anus for his cock's assault. At the same time, his other hand was massaging her clit, bringing Ann closer to an orgasm even as her asshole was being stretched. Finally, Marcus felt it was time and carefully moved his cock into place, with its head kissing her opening. As he started to push, he urged Ann to relax her sphincter muscle in order for the large head to pass through. She tried, and suddenly it popped in, followed by about an inch of his shaft and a slight whimper from Ann. Slowly, Marcus kept pushing, stopping every so often to ask Ann if everything was alright. With Marcus fingering her pussy as he fucked her ass, she was experiencing both pleasure and pain - an odd combination, but one that she did not want to stop feeling.
Marcus continued, until he had about six inches inside her. Deciding that the last five would not go without causing Ann pain, he began to saw in and out of her ass. By now, Ann was approaching an orgasm, the first that she had ever received with a man buttfucking her. For Marcus, the pressure on his cock was indescribably intense, and he knew that he would not be able to hold on for long. The cum was already bubbling in his balls, and he knew his own orgasm was near. He stopped. Rolling over, while staying in her ass, Ann was now on top, facing the mirror. With her legs widespread, she could see her splayed pussy, still red from the fucking Marcus had given her earlier that evening, and his giant black shaft penetrating her backside. His hands covered her breasts, massaging and squeezing the rock-hard nipples. She came again, just as Marcus moaned that he was coming inside her. With each shot of sperm, Marcus pushed up into her ass, going deeper than his initial six inches. Grabbing her breasts tightly, he pulled her back onto his chest. "God, you have a tight ass," he groaned as they rode out his last spasms.
When it was over, Ann and Marcus lay side-by-side on the bed. Unlike their regular mating sessions, this bout of anal sex had not left them tired or exhausted - neither of them was drifting to sleep as usually happened when Marcus had seeded her. Instead, they were both fairly wide awake. Marcus asked her not to say anything about what they had just done, claiming that the Brotherhood saw anal sex as a waste of valuable African seed that should be used exclusively for impregnation efforts. Completely dominated by her stud, Ann promised to stay quiet and thanked him for taking her anal cherry. She wiped his cock clean with a damp cloth Marcus had brought with him, and bent down taking his softening member into her mouth. Slowly bobbing her head and gently squeezing his large ball-sack, his penis began to grow. Ann wanted another fucking, she wanted him inside her pussy again.
Inwardly smiling, Marcus had moved one step further toward making Ann a complete Black Cock whore. With his had gently resting on the back of her head, her long blonde hair caught his attention. Not only was Ann the most beautiful woman he had ever mated to, she was the most sexually adventurous. It was a shame that she would be given to some other stud for breeding when her first baby was born. But as she was not yet pregnant, he still had a job to do - admittedly, an incredibly pleasant job, but a serious responsibility nonetheless for the future of his race.
Although Marcus was regularly fucking Ann, she was not yet pregnant by the end of the first month. The Farm's doctors had determined she was fertile, and they had even advised Marcus when the best change for impregnation would occur - a period of four days, shortly after she arrived, when he had fucked her steadily. But, his seed was just not taking. As a successful breeder with 22 children to his name, Marcus was warned by the local Brotherhood leaders that his performance was not living up to his potential. He knew that his standing as a stud was also in jeopardy if he could not successfully impregnate Ann, and soon. Conrad, who happily received the news that he had finally knocked up Barbie told the senior Breeder that he was quite prepared to mate with Ann. Feeling the pressure, Marcus decided that he would breed her three times a day. No matter how much he enjoyed the romantic approach, he did not want to admit defeat and see Ann given to Conrad or sent to the induced breeding facility.
One Friday evening, after they returned from their walk around the Farm, Marcus told her bluntly that he was going to plant his baby in her pussy this evening. "The doctor told me that tonight is your most fertile time, so I want to fuck you again tonight," he said, with such frankness that Ann was surprised. The news that Conrad was interested in breeding her made her uneasy, especially after seeing the size of his penis. Someday she would return to the real world, and she did not want to be ruined sexually. Still, though, the idea of her stud trying even harder during their nightly fuck turned her on more than she could describe. Even before she had undone the first button of her blouse, her panties were already soaked and she knew she was ready to receive him.
For Marcus, the thought that the doctors might be right was a great turn on. He loved his work - who wouldn't - but he especially loved the sense that he was planting his seed and advancing the cause of his race. With Ann, he also was doing it in the best pussy he had ever fucked. It took all his effort at self-control not to cum too soon when he was mating with her. Sometimes, when he looked at her face, as she panted her way to an orgasm, it was all he could do to stop his throbbing balls from releasing his sperm prematurely. Having purposely not mated since the afternoon of the day before, Marcus could feel his system crying for release - the cum build-up was great and he knew that he could go for two or three times this evening.
Ann had no idea as she showered that she would be fucked like never before this night. Her pussy was already permanently stretched by Marcus' large penis, and she was still surprised that he had not successfully bred her. Given the number of times that they had mated, and the sheer volume of seed he had ejaculated into her, an explanation for her not yet being pregnant eluded her. Nevertheless, she thought as she gently stroked her bare pussy lips, he will keep trying until he is successful and, given everything else, you had to commend such dedication.
An hour later, Marcus was buried balls deep in Ann's pussy. "Tonight," he told her, I am going to breed you and you will have the baby I plant inside you." He punctuated his comment with a deep thrust, then another, and another still, as Ann gently held his forearms, her legs wrapped around his ass. " My cock is ready, can you feel it," he asked? She shook her head, as she began to climb a ladder of orgasms escalating in intensity. Marcus continued to saw in and out of her pussy, concentrating less on her pleasure and more on his release. He had at least three loads of sperm to deliver to her womb tonight.
Five minutes later, he rolled Ann onto her stomach, lifted her ass, and took her doggie style. Ever since watching the mating session in the barn, Ann had lost control of herself when Marcus fucked her in this position. His cock went so deep, and touched so many nerves in her pussy, that she collapsed on the bed after only a few strokes. Marcus continued to pound away, driving every last millimeter of shaft into her, his large cockhead beginning to enlarge with his nearing orgasm. Ann could feel his swelling, and rocked her ass back and forth. Suddenly, he bucked into her pushing his cock as deep as it had ever reached, held himself still, with his veins standing out on his neck, and began to ejaculate hot, thick ropes of pure African seed into this beautiful white woman's womb. His balls throbbed as they released jet after jet of sperm, each surge of which caused his large cockhead to jerk back and forth inside her hot, wet and tight pussy.
Ann lay still and panting as Marcus made his deposit. She was exhausted. She was always amazed at how much cum poured into her from his cock, so much more than any white lover she had been with. Her pussy involuntarily began squeezing his shaft, milking the last drops of his precious seed from him. Behind her, Marcus who had been groaning with each spurt, settled into a few pleasurable moans. His orgasm had been so powerful, it was almost painful, and his balls seemed to ache from the force they had needed to expel his cum. He fell on top of her, his large shaft still buried deep in her vagina, and gently began kissing the side of her neck, just below her ear. " That is the best orgasm I have ever had," he whispered to her as his seed continued to drip inside her.
Three more times that evening, Marcus mated with Ann. Each time his orgasm was as powerful as the first, although by the fourth session his balls had little cum left to give. Each time, he kept his cock in her pussy for nearly 30 minutes after his seed had been deposited in order to prevent even a drop from spilling out. "Tonight, we are no longer just making love," he emphasised, when she wanted to get up, "I am breeding you." In the end, they fell asleep, his cock still planted in her, acting as a vaginal plug.
Five days later, after daily medical tests, she got the news Marcus had been waiting for. She was indeed pregnant. Her womb was now growing a black baby, as her contribution to the improvement of African DNA stocks in North America. When told, Marcus gave a whoop for joy. Janice and Cindy, now barely able to walk, came around to congratulate her. That evening, Marcus brought a bottle of champagne to celebrate, and afterwards made slow romantic love to the mother of his ninth Farm "child". For Ann, this fucking was significant in another way as well. According to Brotherhood rules, Marcus would be allowed one more week to spend with her, after which he would reassigned to one of the other Breeding Farms scattered throughout the country. He would be back in ten months, ready to breed Barbie, but Ann would be off-limits at that time. Six months later, Ann, left alone with a swelling belly, could only watch as new white abductees arrived at the Farm for impregnation. That evening, the corridor resonated with the sounds of passion, as the other Breeders set about their tasks. Like the other women who had been successfully bred a first time, she still had months of black pregnancy and another stud's mating effort to endure before she could ever go home.
Freedom and Garrett
Eighteen months later, Ann was released from the Breeding Farm. She was given a check for $75,000 and taken to a fancy upscale hotel in New York City where a suite had been reserved for the next week. The money was for the two children she had produced, $25,000 for a fine ebony-black son and $50,000 for a light brown daughter. The girl, who was already a ward of the Brotherhood, would be eventually mated with a stud at a Breeding Farm when she had reached adulthood. In three or four generations of careful mating, Ann's DNA would be completely Africanised. The boy was to be educated at the organisation's expense, but was quickly sterilized so that his interracial genes did not pollute any black woman's womb.
Her first free evening in NYC, Ann was at a loss as to what to do. She decided to have a nice meal in the hotel restaurant, and then go to bed early. Her adventures in the city would have to wait until tomorrow morning. However, as she was sipping an aperitif while waiting for her table, a well-dressed black man approached her. Introducing himself as Garrett S, an investment banker, he observed that as they were both alone perhaps they could share a table. During dinner, Garrett's conversation was witty and his company charming, with the result that Ann soon found herself thoroughly enjoying his presence. He was also incredibly sexy, and both her pierced nipples rose involuntarily, pointing directly at her dinner companion. As a result, after escorting her to her room, it did not take much effort for him to end up in her bed. And, it did not take very much effort on Garrett's part to let him have unprotected sex with her. After all, it had been nearly 10 months since she had last been with a man, and her second stud had never been the skilled lover Marcus was. Like the two studs she had been bred to at the Farm, Garrett was very well endowed and reminded her of Marcus in the way he moved. They fucked all night, until Ann was too sore to continue and, after four orgasms on his part, his balls had been completely drained.
Just before dawn, and as Ann slept soundly, Garrett quietly dressed and left. As he walked toward the elevator, he could not help smiling at his good fortune. His evening had been a complete success, and not only because he had just finished fucking a very beautiful blonde - the dream of most black men. No, it was more than that. He hoped that the information sent to him by the Farm's doctors was right, and she was ready to be mated. As a roving stud for the Brotherhood, his job was to regularly seed white women who had been released from the various Farms to ensure that their love of black cock was retained, thereby promoting the organization's goal even when the women no longer realized what was being done. Even though he would never know for certain, Garrett had reason to be pleased -- Ann was very fertile and she had been successfully impregnated a third time by an African lover.
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Coach Brandon Davis said Orr and center fielder Teldric Ross were both going for a fly ball and ran together during last Monday's 6-3 victory at Houston County.
"It was just one of those plays where neither was sure he could get to it, so nobody called the other guy off," Davis said. "We hate to lose Michael and hope he is back strong next year."
Jordan Miller and Thomas Vickers combined to get the victory, with Miller going the first 3 1/3 innings and Vickers finishing the final 2 2/3.
On Tuesday at home, Jones County trailed Monticello 2-0 before rallying to win 7-3.
Dawson Grimes battled some control problems early but bore down to go five innings for the victory, Davis said. Jacob Durrett pitched the final two innings for the save.
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I get a kick outta the writes I see,
So intellectual, how can that be?
I skipped two grades,
Was forced to take IQ tests again,
Cause no one as dumb as me,
Could possibly produce such a score, you see
Got 100% on regents exams,
Passed college entrance tests
Half drunk and dirty of dress
Cause I was up with friends
drinkin' and carousing like the rest,
And, Lord knows how, but I assure,
I aced the test, and even more,
To what was then considered
"The Poor-Man's Harvard"
I cruised through that as well,
No one was gona stop this Bell
But IQ tests, and scholastic grade,
Never has one, of a man be made
I still do get confused,
About how to wear two shoes,
My brain may be book-smart,
But comin' from the heart,
I've trusted when I really shouldn't
Was skeptical when imprudent
So here's this IQ wiz,
Don't know just who he is,
And street smart as a cat,
Caught in Dr. Zeuss's hat.
So teach your children well,
don't grow up to be like Tom Bell
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Four hundred cubic centimeters. That's not a whole lot of volume. A cylinder that's about 3 inches in diameter and 4 inches tall. It's rather amazing what a difference that about a coffee cup's worth of displacement will make in the character of an automobile. In my first look at the Dodge Dart, I felt that the Dart is a nice compact car, but that it was deeply compromised by a powertrain that combined the 2.0 liter four cylinder with a six speed automatic transmission. In a quest for a calibration that yields impressive EPA fuel economy numbers, Chrysler produced a car that's a chore to drive. Now that I've had a chance to drive the Dart with the 2.4 liter MultiAir Tigershark engine, I'm happy to report that those 400 ccs of displacement make a night and day difference, changing "chore to drive" to "fun to drive". (Read More…)
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I review fairly few new cars, but when I head to the American Irony 24 Hours of LeMons race at the Autobahn Country Club in Joliet, Illinois, I feel like I need to take on a country club sort of approach. That means I need the appropriate press car for an official at the race that feels like Caddy Day at the Bushwood Country Club pool. In 2011, I tried to get Chrysler to get me an Avenger R/T, because who wouldn't want the fallback rental-car Dodge with 283 front-drive horsepower? Instead, I got the Challenger SRT8 392, which was fun but certainly no Avenger R/T. For the 2012 American Irony race, I decided that what I needed was the nice version of Mitsubishi's contribution to the current rental-car gene pool: the Galant SE. What I got, thanks to Mitsubishi axing the Galant (though not cold blasting it) and generally acknowledging that the Evo is the only big Mitsubishi blip left on Americans' car-awareness radar, was this white '13 Evolution MR. Hey, that's what I've got, that's what I'll review. (Read More…)
After I went to California and induced some dude at Toyota to loan me a Hot Lava Orange Scion FR-S earlier in the month, I figured I'd see if Audi's PR types had forgotten how I compared the R8 to my hooptiefied '92 Civic. Sure enough, Audi's institutional memory proved to have some threadbare spots, and so I was able to arrange for the use of an Audi A7 for my trip to California for the Vodden the Hell Are We Doing 24 Hours of LeMons at Thunderhill Raceway. That meant a lot of rural highway driving, a lot of loading of race equipment into the cargo area, and exactly zero pushing-the-edge-of-the-performance-envelope 11/10ths-tyle driving. We'll follow up Mr. Karesh's impressions of the A7 from last year with a few of my own. (Read More…)
After I reviewed a Mazda that's no longer being made, I decided that perhaps my next Mazda review ought to involve a vehicle that's actually available for purchase. We've experienced Jack Baruth's impressions of throwing the CX-5 around Laguna Seca and Brendan McAleer's extensive review of the optioned-up CX-5 Grand Touring, and now I'm going to share my experience of putting the base CX-5 Sport through the meat-grinder of a weekend enforcing discipline at a far-from-civilization 24 Hours of LeMons race. (Read More…)
I hate France. I hate it with a vengeance. Anyone who has ever had the misfortune of landing at Charles De Gaulle Airport will understand what I mean. So when a colleague from "Die Welt" ("The World", a major German newspaper) returned from his drive of the Citroen DS5 and excitedly exclaimed "This is the best French car in 20 years!", we haters just laughed. He might as well have returned covered in pustules, exclaiming "This is my best syphilis infection in 20 years!" I also hate hybrids. This too is easily comprehensible by anyone who has a look at the smug ignoramuses driving these ugly gravity lenses. And I hate diesel. It is the fuel of lorries and Satan.
Last month we reviewed the 2012 BMW 328i and found it less than ultimate as driving machines go. But the reviewed car was a "Luxury Line" sedan with an automatic transmission. For driving enthusiasts, BMW offers the new F30 with different options, among them a larger engine, a six-speed manual transmission, a "Sport Line" trim level, adaptive dampers, and staggered 19-inch summer tires. Check all of these boxes, and the next M3 might seem superfluous. Or not.
I love progress, I love technology, and I don't have an aversion to comfort. With that in mind, the Jeep Wrangler Rubicon and I seem like an unlikely pairing. Jeep promises however that they have made the most civilized Wrangler ever without sacrificing off-road performance. While Wrangler shoppers with kids and a commute may be inclined to opt for the four-door Jeeplet, the 2-door variety has a large California following from the hip urban set to "rural-suburbanites" like myself, especially since GM killed off Hummer.


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A federal judge dismissed a lawsuit on Friday that was brought by a privacy group against the Federal Trade Commission over Google's new privacy policies.
The Electronic Privacy Information Center says the search giant's new privacy policy violates a Consent Order with the FTC. The group asked a court to force the FTC to enforce the agreement and block Google from consolidating its data and privacy policies across its various websites and services.
The FTC countered that courts have no authority to tell an agency when or how to enforce such agreements, and a judge with the U.S. District Court for the District of Columbia agreed.
The "decision to enforce the Consent Order is committed to agency discretion and is not subject to judicial review," Judge Amy Jackson concluded. Jackson did not rule on whether Google's policy violates the agreement, and said the FTC could still choose to make that determination.
EPIC says it will appeal the ruling. Google will brief congressional staff about the changes to its policies on Monday.
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WILLOUGHBY -- Police have arrested James F. Grant, 50, in connection with the PNC Bank robbery on Oct. 12 in Willoughby.
Grant was taken into custody at 5 p.m. Tuesday without incident. He was arrested at a relative's Clifton Avenue apartment in Cleveland.
Several tips generated from the media coverage of this robbery led to the arrest.
Grant has been charged with robbery, a felony, and was arraigned Wednesday by the Willoughby Municipal Court and has a bond set at $100,000.
A preliminary hearing has been scheduled for Nov. 1.
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How to Remove Dye from Skin
Sometimes, even the most cautious person, whether dedicating all the necessary attention or hastily desperate to achieve a new hair color, will sometimes be stained. The question is, when the deed is done, what do you do?
1Don't worry. Dye can come off your skin and no damage will be done.Ad
2Figure out what you need. Vaseline (petroleum jelly) or Acetone (nail polish remover) are the best at removing dye from your body.
3Do this within the next few seconds/minutes after the dye has come in contact with your skin. However if you are in the middle of dying your hair, you can just apply some Vaseline on to the "stained area" and let it sink into your skin, then, when you are done with your hair-dying, wipe it off with a cotton pad.
4If you are using Acetone, dip the cotton pad in acetone and rub over the stain, until it has faded, just like you do to get rid of the nail polish on your nails.
5You are now clean and pretty, and you have a new hair shade.
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- Some nail polish removers can make your skin a little dry, so make sure to put on some lotion after you removed dye.
- You can also use rubbing alcohol.
- After you use the acetone, clean that area with soap and water. Don't over rub, just rinse it.
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Summer may sadly be gone, but the good news is that Portland's best season, fall, is here with its warm, sunny days and cool, clear nights. The ideal way to get lost in autumn's splendor is at The Maize at the Pumpkin Patch.
Located on Sauvie Island, a rural escape just 13 miles north of downtown Portland, the Corn MAiZE offers visitors five acres of physical and mental challenges. But it's not all about getting lost in nature — two 16-foot observation bridges provide for picturesque panoramas, with great views of the island and Mount Hood, as well as the maze itself. Every year, the cornfield is carved with a different pattern, and the 2014 design — an iconic farm scene depicting the farm's Big Red Animal Barn, century-old oak tree and tractor pulling a load of pumpkins — is sure to stump maze-goers while delighting fans of public art and corn art. The maze is open 10 a.m.-6 p.m. every day in October, staying open until 10 p.m. on Fridays and Saturdays as well as select weekdays before Halloween.
Speaking of after-dark hours, the Haunted Maize puts a spooky twist on cornfield escapades, with swamp goblins, costumed actors and creepy special effects. Running Friday and Saturday nights after Oct. 10 from 7-10 p.m. (plus some weekdays leading up to Halloween), it's a real scream, and a family-friendly way to rustle up some Halloween spirit.


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Cyr Bus Full On Busiest Travel Day of the Year
It's right around seven on a cold Wednesday morning. The rain is coming down, and folks are all packed up and waiting for the bus…to take them home to their loved ones for Thanksgiving. UMPI student Danielle Moulton says "I'm headed to Waterville, Maine…down there..going to go see my sister for Thanksgiving..and my niece!" From […]
Local Travel Issues Due to Snowstorm
Though the big snowstorm won't hit us as hard as the rest of the northeast – it is going to affect travel for some folks in our area. Heading downstate will be virtually impossible Friday night and Saturday. News Source 8's Katie Zarrilli reports.


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Breathe Deep Cary 1st Annual Golf Classic In Memory of Ray Charbonneau
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Ray Charbonneau was a husband, father, brother, brother-in-law, uncle, and friend. Ray never missed an opportunity to show those around him how much he loved them and always left them with a smile on their face. In 2005 Ray was diagnosed with lung cancer. After a brief and courageous fight surrounded by family and friends, Ray lost his battle. Each year we gather to honor Ray's legacy and to raise awareness and funds to help find a cure for lung cancer. Along with a fierce love for his family and friends, a great passion of Ray's was golf. We are excited to come together this year to combine Ray's favorite things and take a swing at eliminating lung cancer.
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Unfortunately as we age, our skin cells turn over at a much slower rate which causes signs of aging. As a preventative measure, many people have been incorporating Glycolic Acid to their daily skin care regimen. Glycolic Acid care works to loosen "the glue" that holds the skin cells together. Therefore, once these bonds are broken, the top layer of skin is shed at a faster rate than it normally would. The overall effect of this treatment is to improve the appearance of the skin and has also been known to improve acne, clear out pores and blackheads.
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The goal of sustainable development is to "meet the needs of the present without compromising the ability of future generations to meet their own needs." As key forces in society, organizations of all kinds have an important role to play in achieving this goal.
Yet in this era of unprecedented economic growth, achieving this goal can seem more of an aspiration than a reality. As economies globalize, new opportunities to generate prosperity and quality of life are arising though trade, knowledge-sharing, and access to technology. However, these opportunities are not always available for an ever-increasing human population, and are accompanied by new risks to the stability of the environment. Statistics demonstrating positive improvements in the lives of many people around the world are counter-balanced by alarming information about the state of the environment and the continuing burden of poverty and hunger on millions of people. This contrast creates one of the most pressing dilemmas for the 21st century.
One of the key challenges of sustainable development is that it demands new and innovative choices and ways of thinking. While developments in knowledge and technology are contributing to economic development,they also have the potential to help resolve the risks and threats to the sustainability of our social relations, environment, and economies. New knowledge and innovations in technology, management, and public policy are challenging organizations to make new choices in the way their operations, products, services, and activities impact the earth, people, and economies.
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MLB forks over $1.2 million for rights to Rockies.com
The $1.2 million acquisition cost marks the most ever paid for a sports URL, and it ties find.com and phone.com for 51st place on the largest public domain sales of all-time.
The acquisition of Rockies.com is part of MLB's ongoing effort to create standardized web addresses for all 30 teams. The league would like to have all team sites based on the nickname + .com formula. Currently, only the Giants, Rangers, Rays and Twins remain outliers. But that may be an expensive proposition. The $1.2 million paid for the new Rockies domain name was a steep increase from the $200,000 the league forked over for the rights to angels.com in September 2010.
Previously, Rockies.com contained information about traveling in the Canadian Rockies. But the URL was sold along with several domains associated with Canadian tourism.
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ALBUQUERQUE, NM — A Duluth man wanted in Gwinnett for questioning in the death of his neighbor in March is now in custody in New Mexico — for a second time.
Robert Craig Sandman, 52, was arrested during a drug raid in Albuquerque on Monday, the New Mexico news outlet KOB Eyewitness News 4 reported.
Sandman was originally arrested April 7 after "being a nuisance" outside a casino in San Felipe Pueblo, N.M., when officials with the Sandoval County Sheriff's Office learned he was wanted in Georgia, charged with stealing the Porsche of 57-year-old Donald Singer — a Duluth man found dead inside his Montheath Pass garage March 28.
Duluth police found out in July that Sandman had been set free May 13 due to a paperwork error after waiting three months for him to be extradited for questioning.
While he's not been charged in Singer's death, Sandman has been described as a person of interest.
"We will be initiating extradition once again," Duluth police spokesman Maj. Don Woodruff said.
Singer's daughter reportedly found his body wrapped in blankets on the garage floor of his home. Authorities also noted a ladder was set up overhead, a window pane has been broken and the presence of an "overwhelming" smell of bleach in the air. Singer's 1988 Porsche 944 was missing from the scene. Warrants for theft by taking were issued for Sandman six days after Singer's body was found. While the Gwinnett County Medical Examiner's Office ruled the cause of the death undetermined, police were working the case as a homicide.
Sandman served nine years in prison after admitting to the 1992 murder of his wife.
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- Convicted murderer, tied to Duluth case, accidentally freed ( July 15, 2013 )
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Bennie Railplane
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The Bennie Railplane was a form of rail transport invented by George Bennie (1891–1957), which moved along an overhead rail by way of propellers. Despite superficial appearances, it was not a monorail, as it used both an overhead running rail and a guide rail below. It was intended to run above conventional railways, separating faster passenger traffic from slower freight traffic. A prototype ran over a 130-yard (120 m) line at Milngavie near Glasgow, Scotland in the 1930s, but Bennie was never able to secure funding for further development and went bankrupt in 1937. The line was demolished for scrap in the 1950s. The original shed where the carriage was built is still standing. It's situated on Main Street, Milngavie and is now a branch of Kelvin Timber. There is a blue plaque commemorating the Railplane on the wall outside.
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- Thwaite, Malcolm (2005). "The George Bennie Railplane and Hugh Fraser Airrail Systems of Transport". Transactions of the Newcomen Society 75 (1): 37–84. ISSN 0372-0187.
- Black, William B. The Bennie Railplane. East Dunbartonshire Council. (ISBN 0904966577)
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- George Bennie Railtrack, Baldernock Parish
- The Bennie Railplane, Gear Wheels Online Motoring Magazine
- George Bennie Railplane System of Transport (1930) (archive film from the National Library of Scotland: Scottish Screen Archive)
- Railplane newsreel footage at British Pathe
- Film of test run (BBC Scotland)
- The Newcomen Rolt Prize
- Further info on Mike's Railway History
- "Bennie Railplane". Secret Scotland wiki. Retrieved 8 July 2013.
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TV Info
Episode PremiereJanuary 08, 2010
DistributorCBS, NBC
Show Period2005 - 2011
Production CompanyPicturemaker, Grammnet, Paramount Network
Cast and Crew
DirectorPeter Werner
ScreenwriterTravis Donnelly, Corey Ree
Main Cast
- Patricia Arquette as Allison Dubois
- Jake Weber as Joe Dubois / Dale Cosgrove
- Miguel Sandoval as D.A. Manuel Devalos
- Sofia Vassilieva as Ariel Dubois / Abigail Cosgrove / Ariel DuBois
- Maria Lark as Bridgette Dubois
- Madison Carabello
Additional Cast
- Pablo Schreiber
- Joel David Moore
- Jess Weixler
- Alexie Gilmore
- Brian Avers
- Spencer Garrett
- Michael Sollenberger
- Ted Garcia
- Megan Henderson
- Alejandro Furth
- Jaimi Paige
- Thomas Hoffman
Allison dreams about the serial killer, The Penny Jar Killer's, next victim, Gretchen Morgan, and his previous victim, Naomi Clarke, he hangs in Gretchen's house. When she and Scanlon go to her house, they find her alive and well. But when they find her dog dead, just like in Allison's dream, the cops come to help and process the scene. Allison waits outside and sees a man, Jeremy Keirnan, who has many of the same tools she saw in her dream that were used to kill and tie up the Penny Jar Killer's vicitm. She points Scanlon in his direction and a chase ensues ending with the guy getting hit by a car and dying. As a ghost, he insists to Allison that he's not the Penny Jar Killer and the only reason he was running was that he had a joint in his pocket. When the body of the Naomi Clarkedoes turn up like in her dream, Allison and Scanlon believe she was wrong about Jeremy being The Penny Jar Killer. She feels guilty about possibly being responsible for his death so when he comes to her and asks her to talk to his girlfriend for him, she reluctantly agrees to help when he offers to help her find the Penny Jar Killer. When she goes to the girlfriend, Mandy, to tell her what Jeremy said, Mandy slams the door in her face. Mandy finally comes around and is grateful for what Allison can do. But when Allison dreams how Mandy kidnapped Gretchen Morgan and kills her, she realizes that Jeremy and Mandy were partners as the Penny Jar Killer and he used her to get a message to Mandy to continue the work. Allison devises a plan and pretends that Jeremy has one last message for her - to befriend a specific young woman. who ends up being a plant to set Mandy up and catch her in the act. Allison dreams of Mandy's execution and reunion with Jeremy, who is none too happy with her gullibility and stupidity. Joe's boss asks him to read his novel and to get his honest feedback. When the novel turns out to be terrible and unreadable, Joe is forced to do just that and gets a bad performance review as a result.


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Nancy Unger: The movement to ban harmful pesticides began in earnest 50 years ago this month with the publication of Rachel Carson's bestselling exposé, Silent Spring. Now in 2012 some Republicans are seeking to roll back environmental protections and pesticide regulations.
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At a time when millions of families know that they will be losing their homes to foreclosure, and when hundreds of thousands of people who would like to work to support their families, but can't find even poverty-level, minimum wage jobs, it might be useful to spend a few paragraphs considering "Family Values." It seems […]


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Each week our good friends over at The Owl Mag share all the goodies they get in their inbox (think free MP3s, new videos and the general low-down on Bay Area artists) in an effort to spread the local music gospel. Now you're about to get it here with our new weekly feature, The Inbox. Here's what we've got this week:


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- Willamette
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- Ostrander and Rebol Run at Gregory Invitational
Track and Field | Friday, May 17, 2013
Ostrander Runs 11:02.01 in Steeplechase to Reach #18 on National List
NAPERVILLE, ILL. -- Taylor Ostrander (Fr., Soldotna, AK/Kenai Central HS) from Willamette University earned a time of 11:02.01 in the 3,000-meter steeplechase on Friday, May 17 at the Gregory Invitational, hosted by North Central College, as she advanced from #31 to #18 on the NCAA Division III national performance list.
The top 22 athletes in each women's event when the performance list closes this weekend will qualify for the 2013 NCAA Division III Outdoor Track and Field Championships. The NCAA Championships are set for May 23-25 at the University of Wisconsin-La Crosse in La Crosse, Wis.
In addition to improving her position on the national list, Ostrander moved up from ninth to sixth on Willamette's all-time list in the steeplechase.
Ostrander placed third out of 22 runners in the steeplechase at the Gregory Invitational. Michelle Matter from Ripon College (Wis.) won the race in 10:53.60, while Emma McCarron from Capital University (Ohio) took second place in 11:00.68.
Matter improved from #20 to #11 on the performance list. McCarron lowered her time from 11:01.87, but slipped from #16 to #17 due to Matter's new time.
Willamette's Michaela Freeby (So., Milwaukie, OR/Rex Putnam HS) did not compete on Friday, but remained #4 on the performance list in the steeplechase. She recorded her top time of 10:37.91 at the West Coast Invitational on May 11.
Erynn Rebol (Sr., Cottonwood, CA/Red Bluff Union HS) of WU also competed at the Gregory Invitational on Friday. She achieved a time of 2:14.24 in the 800-meter run to place fifth in the event. It was a solid time for Rebol, but it didn't lower her top time of 2:13.63, which she set at Hayward Field during the Oregon Twilight on May 3.
Rebol's top time in the 800-meter run entering the season was 2:16.31. She lowered the time to 2:15.31 while winning the Northwest Conference title in the event on April 26. She reduced the time by an additional 1.68 seconds at the Oregon Twilight.
Tricia Serres from Luther College (Iowa) won the 800 at the Gilbert Invitational in 2:11.03 and is now #11 on the performance list. Anna Murdock from Franklin College (Ind.) was second in 2:11.34 and Katie Reid from Ohio Wesleyan University was third in 2:12.94. Emily Warner from Washington University (Mo.) placed fourth at 2:13.66. A total of 31 runners competed in the event.
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Help in understanding encrypting the password
05 Jun 2009, 18:43
Dhana Shunmugasundram (1 post)
I am currently on page 183 on the pdf version and I am a little confused about this method. Looks like this is an instance method and not a class method, but why is the salt and encrypted_password need the self keyword in front of it. Would really appreciate it if someone could give me an idea what's actually happening.
06 Jun 2009, 02:40
Derek DeVries (18 posts)
The @encrypt_password@ method is indeed an instance method. In Ruby, the keyword @self@ refers to the current object. This is similar to calling @$this->salt = …@ in PHP. Much of the time in Ruby, we don't need to prefix the method with @self.@ because @self@ is implied. In this very method we refer to the @email@ method without using the @self.@ prefix, and Ruby implicitly knows to check instance methods for the value of @email@.
The difference is that in the case of @self.salt = … @ and @self.encrypted_password = …@, we're assigning a variable. In this case Ruby doesn't know if we want to set the local variable @salt@ or the @salt@ method on the current User object. The only way to let Ruby know that we want to assign the User's @salt@ method is to explicitly use @self.salt = …@ to do so.
The @self@ keyword is used in the context of both classes and objects because classes are in fact objects themselves in Ruby.
Here is an article that explains @self@ a little better: http://rubylearning.com/satishtalim/ruby_self.html
Hope this helps! Derek
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Tina Knowles Promotes New Clothing Line w/ Surprise Appearance From Beyonce
Beyonce's mother, Tina Knowles just premiered her new clothing line "Miss Tina," which is available in all Wal-Mart stores. The line carries sizes 0-20 and it's very affordable for the average person. Mrs. Knowles stopped by the "The Today Show" this morning to promote the line and Beyonce' made a surprise appearance.
When asked what was the most important thing that her mother has said to her growing up, she responded "Definitely that beauty fades and you have to be beautiful from within". Beyonce also gushed at how proud she was of her mother and she revealed that she tried to take a break but she couldn't wait to get back in the studio.
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|Chapter 20: Lord Śrī Caitanya Mahāprabhu Instructs Sanātana Gosvāmī in the Science of the Absolute Truth
Bhaktivedanta VedaBase: Śrī Caitanya Caritāmṛta Madhya 20.404
ananta svarūpa kṛṣṇera nāhika gaṇana
śākhā-candra-nyāye kari dig-daraśana
ananta — unlimited; svarūpa — forms; kṛṣṇera — of Lord Kṛṣṇa; nāhika gaṇana — there is no counting; śākhā-candra-nyāye — by the logic of showing the moon through the branches of a tree; kari — I do; dik-daraśana — only partial showing.
"In this way Kṛṣṇa's transcendental forms are expanded unlimitedly. No one can count them. Whatever I have explained is simply a little glimpse. It is like showing the moon through the branches of a tree."
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Unions For College Athletes A Question For NLRB
Professor William B. Gould weighs in on the NLRB's decision to allow college athletes to unionize and why the athletes are unlikely to find allies in the general public.
The five-member regulatory board that will ultimately decide if Northwestern University football players can unionize has itself been in the middle of a firestorm.
The very makeup of the National Labor Relations Board has been challenged in a case now before the Supreme Court. And Republicans contend the agency has being overly friendly to organized labor.
William Gould, an emeritus Stanford law professor and former chairman of the NLRB, said the public typically isn't sympathetic toward athletes. He said historically that goes back to the days when professional athletes were organizing. "The public feels that athletes are having a nice time. They'd like to be able to play these games and get compensation for them," Gould said.
Gould said he doesn't think the public is sympathetic toward today's college athletes even when they hear of problems such as concussions.
"Look, after all, it's the public's insatiable lust for cataclysmic violence which is bound up with football and hockey that has created this," Gould said. "The owners and the universities, they'll find something that will bring people into the seats or turn the television sets on, so the public is not really focused on this."


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I participated in an event over the weekend called the 24 Hour Theatre Project, which is put on by the BW Theatre program. Basically it consists of being locked into the Kleist Theatre for 24 hours so that the students can write, rehearse, and perform ten minute one-acts. The insanity that this project consists of is clearly evident towards the end of the 24 hours when you look into the eyes of those involved. By the end we're all tired but it truly is an interesting and fun experience. There are different jobs assigned to the students. For example, one could be a playwright, or an actor, a director, or a stage manager. The entire thing is put on by the students.
This year I was an actor and was involved in a play about a shoplifter who has a run in with the Devil and a champion boxer priest. Actors are asked to bring one prop piece and one costume piece so that the writers can then incorporate them into their scripts which are written all night and then given to the directors and the actors for the first time at 8 AM. As the writers write, everyone else has the chance to take various workshops, like stage combat, stage makeup, Irish dance, improv, and so on. The 24 hours ends with the final performance, which is always funny and interesting to finally see a crowd's reaction. It's something to definitely check out when it's done next year!


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COLUMBIA CITY — With an eye on the future, the Columbia City Common Council discussed the possibility of increases to sewer rates.
Jeff Rowe of H.J. Umbaugh was at Tuesday's council meeting and gave a presentation on where the city is at with the sewage department. Phase II-B of the Long-Term Control Plan is set for construction in 2019, with planning scheduled for 2017. With the current estimated price tag between $7 and 10 million, Rowe was consulting the city on the next steps to take.
Previous input from citizens regarding water bills indicated residents would prefer rate increases be stair-stepped in, as opposed to being hit with one big increase. With that in mind, Rowe's presentation showed what would happen if steady increases were given between now and 2019.
Rates currently average $50 per household. The end goal of Phase II-B would have rates near $68.70, and at about $75.25 by the end of Phase II-C (2023). While the increase might seem large to some, Rowe said it is all in line with trends.
"This is a conversation many of these communities (around Indiana) are having," he said. "'How are we going to take on these multi-million dollar projects?' They all end up in the $75 to $100 range per month. That is where sewer bills are heading. That is where they are trending unless there is some sort of grant or funding. Unless your customer base grows (to subsidize the increases)."
Rowe was also quick point out this was an estimate. The further out one projects the more difficult it is to be accurate. The project being further out could also work in the city's favor.
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Didn't Fluker start doing this too?
Didn't Fluker start doing this too?
Respect the sweaty belly!
I'm glad we got to enjoy Warmack. He's going to be a fine addition to whichever team lands him. Belly covered or uncovered, makes no difference in his abilities.
"Sometimes the juice is worth the squeeze." - Marcus Luttrell, 'Service - A Navy SEAL at War'
Keep this in mind about the nfl uniform policy. During the playoffs Frank Gore was fined more money for having a sock down to his ankle than what Tom Brady was fined for taking a risky kick to Ed Reed. Chance will will have to cover the belly and the NFL will miss out on a great legend
Lily (age 6): Daddy, I know what I want to be when I grow up: an artist.
Bodhi (internally groaning): Yeah? What kind of artist?
Lily: A balloon animal artist!
Bodhi (face palm)
Thanks for the memories Chance.
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RIP Hub
I am going to go against the grain and say "thank goodness".