I have to ask what is with men and manners? I’m out shopping minding my own business and notice some moron is following me around. Every where I went this fool would be lurking near by watching me. At first I found this a bit amusing but as the hours went by I found this idiot was getting on my nerves. I decide to nip this in the bud and have a little fun while I’m at it. After all I always love to find my amusement at the expense of losers and this twit was surly a top notch loser. I turned around, looked him right in the eyes, poor fool smiles, I say very loudly and slow; do you like what you see? Poor fool just stands their, face red, mouth open doing nothing. Finally after a bit the twit just turned and walked away as fast as he could. And me I had a good laugh. Another loser brought down a peg. Anyone else care to play? I’m always up for a good laugh.
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Losers Should Learn Their Place
Wednesday, January 28th, 2009Rich’s Small Cock
Sunday, December 28th, 2008Well now it would seem that Rich is all talk and no action. So true to my word here’s another pic of Rich’s tiny cock. Sad looking thing now isn’t it? I can surly see why Rich wouldn’t want anyone to see his small dick; after all who can look at that poor excuse of a pecker and not laugh. I know I can’t. HAHA! Alright then Rich I will be adding another small dick pic tomorrow so be for warned loser. Don’t bother crying to me about them being up sense you already know my terms.
Are You Ready to Take The Cock Pledge?
Tuesday, May 27th, 2008Well now my little loser the Queen thinks it’s time for all of you to do a little spring cleaning. I know all of you piss heads have been neglecting your over all pecker hygiene. Let’s face it, it’s time to trim the bush and buff the cock. Face it you might have a better chance of getting someone to pay attention to that useless dick if you improve the over all look. Also if you trim that hairy thatch that tiny wiener might look a little bigger. So here’s what the Queen wants you to do to improve the over all look of that poor excuse of a ding a ling.
Okay dip shits repeat after me; I swear to trim my bush and polish my tiny dick at least once a week for my Lovely Queen. Alright if you said your cock pledge then let’s proceed. First off you will need to have these items ready to begin your task, something to trim with, a cloth, and a can of lemon or orange furniture polish “Pledge if you have this in your area”. Now to begin you will need to trim that bush in what ever manner you feel you can accomplish without cutting your little pecker off. Next clean all the trimmed hair away, and then perform your favorite hand shake on your cock to make it nice and hard, spray your dick with Pledge from base to tip, then slowly start buffing your cock from base to tip till it has a nice shine. Oh yes I know; that little dick now feels the need to cum, you want to shoot that load so bad now don’t you? Well tough shit moron the Queen didn’t give you permission to cum so if you spew your goo you had better be ready to lick every last drop up! Now if you managed to complete this task without jacking off you have proven you can follow instructions and your tiny Dick now has a nice shine and smells like citrus. Go out find a woman, see if you can get lucky, if you get her to sample your cock she will be most happy that you were thoughtful enough to trim the pecker and give it that nice clean smell. If you were one of the losers that couldn’t finish and had to cum; well at least it smells nice but doubt you will have any luck with the ladies. After all you have no self control so how long would you last between the sheets anyway. HAHA! LOSER!!!!
Deck The Balls!!!!!
Friday, November 23rd, 2007
Welcome to your Black Friday loser. Why fight the crowds when you can be a mindless consumer of your own destruction in the comfort of your own home or office… on your knees begging for more? That’s right piss head; the only thing you need to think about this Christmas is serving me. In return I may let you cum for Christmas. Ha Ha!!
A Story Of A Loser
Friday, April 13th, 2007The queen went to the store last night just to get a few things to fix for dinner. While standing in line waiting for the new check out girl to figure out how to run a credit card this man standing behind me starts talking to the queen. I turn and smile at him then ignore his sorry ass. When I finally finish my check out and walk out of the building I see out of the corner of my eye that this fool is running to catch up with me. Just when I get to my SUV and start to put my things in the back he comes up trying to talk to the queen yet again. Now as you should know by now the queen does not like to be bothered by pathetic losers. I turn and look him straight in the eyes, smile my most evil smile, and tell him to stop wasting my time and go look for someone in his own league. He then starts to beg the queen to take the time to get to know him. I start laughing, turn and look at him, tell him that I can tell that he is not worthy material for my talents and I never waste my time on spineless weasels. I then get into my auto, and notice as I’m pulling away that this fool is still standing there with this hopeless dumb ass look on his face. I could not help myself, first I smile, and then I started laughing and kept laughing the whole drive home. After that little bit of fun I thought dinner could wait so I sat back and had a nice glass of wine smiling at the memory of yet one more loser knocked down by the queen. HA HA, Next.
What Makes the Queen Happy?
Sunday, March 11th, 2007The Queen loves to be mean. I love to find ways to make men suffer, and laugh while there in pain. I’ve always had a mean streak, an am quite proud of that fact. When I go to clubs or parties I know that some fool will work up the nerve to come talk to the Queen. I don’t have to look for men, or try to get there attention; they are drawn to me like a fly to honey. And like a fly landing in that honey, once they land they cannot get out. Any man that thinks he has what it takes to approach the Queen should know that he will never be the same again. I will not be gentle, I don’t care about any mans feelings. All I care about are there weaknesses. Once I know the poor fools weakness; well then it’s fun time for the Queen. Do you think for one minute that the Queen has ever felt sorry for some loser when he crawls away licking his wounds. HA HA To that I would have to say no. Taking away some fools dignity and worth, is like having a fine wine. Once you are done with that wine it has no more use, so you toss it. All that is left are the fond memories of that wine. The same can be said for the men I destroy; all that is left is my laughter.
Story of a loser that knew better
Thursday, November 30th, 2006My hiney, my hiney, how sore is my hiney. My queen ordered me to leave my ass alone, but I gave in to temptation. She told me my punishment would be severe if I didn’t leave my fun hole alone, but I gave in and played. Now my asshole is puckered and raw from getting my toy stuck up my hole. I know she will know, I feel she’s laughing at my pain at this very moment. Why did I not wait for my queen to instruct me on the many joys of playing with my ass? Why, because you are a stupid little slut.
Stupid Loser, Suckered Again!
Friday, May 19th, 2006I thought that I would tell you about a stupid loser that thought he was good enough to try and talk to the
Queen. This fool has been watching me for some time, drooling and dreaming of things he could never have.
Last night he finally got up the nerve to ask for my phone number and being the fun loving bitch that I am
I smiled and told him ok. I am going to write down my number then I’m going to tear it into tiny pieces. If
you can put the pieces back together again and make out my number then you can have it. And being the
pathetic twit that I knew he was in front of all the people in the bar he tried to put the number back
together. I laughed about that poor fool for many hours that night and even then he still sits and
stares from across the room. Silly twit will never learn that he will never be good enough to spend time
with me.