2012 Survivor: Offtopic & Chatting Thread

[oOScarletWingsOo]

Is Laurel the only person " in charge" of issuing the prizes?

I haven't received my prize. I followed the instructions by providing my contact info, still nothing.

 

[Boxlicker101]

Is Laurel the only person " in charge" of issuing the prizes?

I haven't received my prize. I followed the instructions by providing my contact info, still nothing.

As far as I know, Laurel is the only person. I don't know of any other.

 

[oOScarletWingsOo]

...so we wait.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

...so we wait.

I'm shocked, surprised, and dismayed that others have not received their prize money.

I received my check for $500 for winning the 2011 Survivor contest, along with a Literotica baseball cap, personalized with my name, SuperHeroRalph, and the year that I won the contest, my Literotica keychain, peronalized blue, ceramic coffee mug, tee shirt, and sweatshirt, within a week. I'm just waiting on the Literotica jacket that Laurel promised she'd custom embroider for me with my name.

Definitely, I'd send Laurel another PM. Perhaps, she's not receiving them. Perhaps, someone else is opening them. Perhaps, Laurel has been in a horrible accident and (gulp) is missing. Perhaps, she's dead and there's (double gulp) foul play).

Maybe someone should call the police. Only, I don't know where she lives or what she looks like. When she called me to her castle to personally award me my prize and tell me what a talented writer I am, I was taken by small, private plane, before driven in a limousine, a Bentley, by the sound of the big twelve cylinder engine.

With my hands cuffed, unable to remove the black bag put over my head, I had guards on either side of me. Finally, once inside her palace, the bag and blindfold were removed. Still unable to recognize her, but for her huge, proud D cup breasts and long deep line of cleavage, she was wearing a mask, ala Lady Gaga.

Honestly, had I not met her and had her bodyguards not told me, I never would have guessed the woman was 80-years-old. Wow! She looked hot in an Elizabeth Taylor sort of way, before she put on the pounds. Definitely, she didn't look a day over 60-years-old. Because of our age differences, and having just met her, not that kind of a person, more sensitive and shy, I felt awkwardly embarrassed, when she started kissing me, while gropping me.

Admittedly, an exceedingly good looking human being, albeit a modest person, I was surprised, shocked, and dismayed by her sexual advances towards me, just as I am that she has not paid everyone that has won the contest.

Yeah, definitely, unless she was kidnapped and held for ransom, unless she's dead, I'd PM her again.

You're welcome in advance for my help.

 

[sr71plt]

This is one good reason why you get the reception you do here, Freddy. This poster has a genuine problem--one that would send you into fits of whining and storming in indignation if it happened to you--and you dump lies and "it's all about Freddy" on her/him.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

This is one good reason why you get the reception you do here, Freddy. This poster has a genuine problem--one that would send you into fits of whining and storming in indignation if it happened to you--and you dump lies and "it's all about Freddy" on her/him.

I was only having some fun.

Apparently, Pilot, either your sense of humor was pushed so far up your ass, when you turned gay or you are here to start trouble. Which is it?

The only time you make a post here is when I do. You follow me around the site, as if you're in love with me.

Stop e-mailing. Stop sending me PM's. I don't love you. I'm not gay. I'm normal. Now fuck off.

Besides, this Survivor thread is only for those participants of the Survivor contest.

Now, screw. Oh, and have a nice day.

 

[sr71plt]

You don't get it (never have). You were having some personal fun over someone else's legitimate frustration--a situation that if you were in it you'd be whining and railing. This just goes back to you not getting it.

(Point of order. SuperRalph isn't participating in the survivor's contest this year, is "he." So, by your definition, "he" shouldn't be posting to this "2012 Survivor" thread either. )

 

[BOSTONFICTIONWRITER]

You don't get it (never have). You were having some personal fun over someone else's legitimate frustration--a situation that if you were in it you'd be whining and railing. This just goes back to you not getting it.

(Point of order. SuperRalph isn't participating in the survivor's contest this year, is "he." So, by your definition, "he" shouldn't be posting to this "2012 Survivor" thread either. )

Point of order, Oh, gay one, I am AndTheEnd, BostonFictionWriter, CarBuffStuff, PositiveThinker, SuperHeroRalph, WmForrester, and SusanJillParker. The most prolific author, bar none, even more prolific than the great SamuelX, my brother from another mother from Boston.

Anything else?

Tell me, Todd, and try not to lie this time. Who are you today?

Are you the famed SST pilot? The one who has never been in a plane, never mind flown a plane.

The CIA agent? The spy who still hasn't emerged from the closet, never mind from the cold (lol).

The Diplomat? Yeah, I can tell from the way that you start trouble around here that you are, indeed, very diplomatic (lol).

The Actor, who refuses to name his credits? Please, what actor doesn't proudly proclaim their credits?

The Broadway stage star? Again, the star who refuses to name the plays that he's starred in (lol).

The Singer? I may believe you if you tell me that you're Johnny Mathis (lol).

The Sunday school teacher? Really, c'mon, I'm more apt to believe that you're a pedophile, instead of a Sunday school teacher.

The the above is all the things that you have openly professed to be. The only thing that you have not openly professed to be is gay. Instead, you call yourself "bi-sexual".

Sorry, Todd, but I'm with Jerry Springer on this one. If you sucked a cock, if you took a cock up the ass, then you're gay.

Have some pride man. Embrace the color pink and march in the gay parade.

Or are you just a lonely, angry, gay writer of gay E-books who writes stories that no one wants and no one buys?

Listen, I don't give a care if you're gay. My dog is gay. So what?

"Polo, stop licking yourself. That's gross."

The "point of order" is that there is something seriously wrong with you, Todd. You are on this site 24/7 posting tens of thousands of posts. You go out of your way to make my business your business by following me around the board.

Listen, Todd, I'm flattered, really I am (not really, not at all, Eww, I just threw up in my mouth) that you love my ass, but you really need to get a life.

Did you already spend the roll of quarters that I gave you to ride the airplane outside the supermarket? Where's your mother? Does she know you're making an ass out of yourself on a porn board?

Thank you for allowing me to show everyone the phony, mentally ill gay man that you are.

"Kisses."

 

[YoursSINSerely]

I'm shocked, surprised, and dismayed that others have not received their prize money.

I received my check for $500 for winning the 2011 Survivor contest, along with a Literotica baseball cap, personalized with my name, SuperHeroRalph, and the year that I won the contest, my Literotica keychain, peronalized blue, ceramic coffee mug, tee shirt, and sweatshirt, within a week. I'm just waiting on the Literotica jacket that Laurel promised she'd custom embroider for me with my name.

Definitely, I'd send Laurel another PM. Perhaps, she's not receiving them. Perhaps, someone else is opening them. Perhaps, Laurel has been in a horrible accident and (gulp) is missing. Perhaps, she's dead and there's (double gulp) foul play).

Maybe someone should call the police. Only, I don't know where she lives or what she looks like. When she called me to her castle to personally award me my prize and tell me what a talented writer I am, I was taken by small, private plane, before driven in a limousine, a Bentley, by the sound of the big twelve cylinder engine.

With my hands cuffed, unable to remove the black bag put over my head, I had guards on either side of me. Finally, once inside her palace, the bag and blindfold were removed. Still unable to recognize her, but for her huge, proud D cup breasts and long deep line of cleavage, she was wearing a mask, ala Lady Gaga.

Honestly, had I not met her and had her bodyguards not told me, I never would have guessed the woman was 80-years-old. Wow! She looked hot in an Elizabeth Taylor sort of way, before she put on the pounds. Definitely, she didn't look a day over 60-years-old. Because of our age differences, and having just met her, not that kind of a person, more sensitive and shy, I felt awkwardly embarrassed, when she started kissing me, while gropping me.

Admittedly, an exceedingly good looking human being, albeit a modest person, I was surprised, shocked, and dismayed by her sexual advances towards me, just as I am that she has not paid everyone that has won the contest.

Yeah, definitely, unless she was kidnapped and held for ransom, unless she's dead, I'd PM her again.

You're welcome in advance for my help.

Can anyBODY out there understand how I met this man on a dating website and fell in love with all of his crap?

He makes me laugh. He makes me smile. He's such a clown, and yet, I know the real Freddie. He's sensitive, caring, and loving. He has a sense of humor in spite of all the crap in his life and in the world.

If you asked him for help, he'd be the first person there to get you through it. I love you, Freddie! I will always love you.

Cum, give me a hug today, Babe. I need it!

 

[BOSTONFICTIONWRITER]

Can anyBODY out there understand how I met this man on a dating website and fell in love with all of his crap?

He makes me laugh. He makes me smile. He's such a clown, and yet, I know the real Freddie. He's sensitive, caring, and loving. He has a sense of humor in spite of all the crap in his life and in the world.

If you asked him for help, he'd be the first person there to get you through it. I love you, Freddie! I will always love you.

Cum, give me a hug today, Babe. I need it!

Mom?

Oh, my God, how embarrassing is this?

You told me you were going to stop posting on Literotica.

Now, you just embarrassed me in front of all my friends. Well, to be honest, I don't have any friends on Literotica, except for you, Mommy.

"I Love You, Mommy."

Oh, that reminds me, by the way, my story, I Love You, Mommy, the most read story in all of 2010, written under my WmForrester name, is #108 on the all-time most read list and just passed 1,00,000 hits, not bad considering there are more than 50,000 authors and more than 3 million stories on the site.

I would have had 2 other stories on the all-time most read list, under BostonFictionWriter, but I pulled them in 2007 to publish them. One was my mother-in-law story, a real family yarn that had 850,000 hits in just 3 months and the other was a hot sister-in-law story that had 650,000 hits. I can only imagine how many hits that would have had 5 years later.

 

[sr71plt]

I think oOScarletWingsOo fully understands now.

 

[YoursSINSerely]

I think oOScarletWingsOo fully understands now.

Our job is done.

 

[PrincessErin]

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[PrincessErin]

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[oOScarletWingsOo]

Not frustrated at all. I thought there would be some feedback on the gift certificate in case I had missed the email.

As of yesterday I have my prize.

*squeaky wheel now silent*

 

[BOSTONFICTIONWRITER]

Did I walk into the Scouries thread by accident?

The same person is talking to themselves and then responding. All we need is a royalty update and we'll be set.

Thank you, I take that as a compliment, you comparing me to Scouries, Sister Sarahhh, a genius of a woman.

However, now I know why you suck as a writer because your reading comprehension is equally as bad. Are you not taking your anti-depressant medication again? Can you not understand the words on the page? Is that why you are unable to understand simple sentences? Has no one taken the time to teach you how to read, never mind write? Sorry, but your claim to be an English teacher is proposterous, when you can't even understand simple English. Weird.

"Focus, Erin. Focus."

Had you read and understood my postings, you would have deduced that I wasn't conversing with myself but with Sr71plt and YoursSincerely. Perhaps because you have no one to talk to but your cat, you think that everyone is as insane as you are. Fortunately, not so.

"Erin, stop e-mailing me. Stop PMing me. Stop sending me semi-nude and nude photos of your fat body, your sister's body, your mother's body, your wife's body, or whoever's fat naked body you are sending me, as I know that those photos are not of you, but of someone else. Please just stop and leave me the fuck alone."

Just for the record, Crimson, with her post comparing me to Scouries, here is PrincesAirHead throwing the first stone to rattle my cage.

If you taunt me, Princess nitwit, I'll bite back. Mixing words with you is like you bringing a dull pencil to a gunfight (lol). Bang, bang, you lose and I win (lol).

For the record, Erin, is a man, aka BakeBoss. You just have to suffer through one of her 1,500 word nothing stories to read that she's not female but male.

Go bake something, Mister BakeBoss. Hopefully you are a better baker than you are a writer.

Have a nice day, mister.

Kisses.

 

[Tara Cox]

Last year's gift certificates

Try getting in touch with Laurel again. I PM'ed her and before I could sneeze mine was in my email. She had contacted Amazon because evidently mine was lost in cyber space. I had it before they even told her it was fixed.

Tara

 

[PrincessErin]

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[Cinner]

Sorry!

I still have so much to learn about this site. I just noticed this thread... I've been chatting with Red about my plans for the future in the wrong place... Sorry to all concerned.

-Cin

 

[YoursSINSerely]

I probably should be posting this in the 2010 Survivor contest thread, but I'm too lazy to find it.


I just used my Amazaon gift certificate that I won, I think, in the 2010 contest. Ordered a wine glass that holds a whole bottle of wine. Should make a very nice gift. Thank you Laurel and Manu.