It Came From a Dumpster

[Cherry]

Rest In Peace, PC

Heaven just got a whole lot funnier.


My sympathies to his family and friends.

 

[Cheyenne]

Rest In Peace, PC

Heaven just got a whole lot funnier.


My sympathies to his family and friends.

Wow, another blast from the past! Wish you were visiting Lit again under better circumstances.

 

[Killswitch]

Wow, another blast from the past! Wish you were visiting Lit again under better circumstances.

You always see people you haven't seen in a while at a funeral. I'm just thankful I don't have to put a suit on for this one.

 

[Agent99]

Wow. You miss a couple of years --- you miss a lot!

Such tragic news to return to. PC was one of my favorite posters. His wit was well known and appreciated and his intellect was equally admired. I missed him when he stopped posting regularly.

Thank goodness nothing ever really disappears from the internet. Now I can come back to Lit to revisit his words and the memories they conjure to relive my favorite time at Lit.

Thanks Jinxie and Skye for sharing this info with us so that we can mourn our friend.

 

[Shagly]

Chapter One- The Beginning


Born on the Bangladesh border, in 1970, amidst political turmoil and strife, was a child...well, at first they thought it was a child, after all his mother looked human, all except for it's hunchback and heavy mustache, it's deformed head-thing, and greasy, malevolent eyes. Well, they thought it was human anyway, so they gave it the benefit of the doubt.

It knew a few rudimentary hand gestures and seemed to menstruate, albeit on down it's leg, so they decided it was more human than animal, or at least more animal than plant. Well, except for that nasty habit it had of eating it's own stool as it lay there. Yes, they decided, more human than say...an aardvark.

Did aardvaarks eat their own feces? No one could say for sure, so they called the town elder, Manohar.

"Manohar, come quickly, we have found something in a dumpster, yet we know not what it is!" exclaimed Bharadwaj, the excitable young village boy that drooled a lot.

"Settle down my son," said the old wise man. "You will soil yourself with so much excitement."

"But sir, we have found this thing, we do not know what it is and need your wise advice," said the boy, wiping his chin.

"Come- let us go and see what all this fuss is about," said the old man. He stopped and scratched his bony ass for a moment until a small smile crossed his weathered lips, and then they proceeded toward the dumpster around which a large crowd was now gathering.

"Out of my way," said the old man, pushing through the crowd as best he could.

There, huddled in the dumpster under old newspapers and greasy Kentucky Fried Chicken boxes full of bloated maggots struggled some sort of....thing. It was wrapped in dirty linens, worn though with holes, and had soiled itself many times over. The stench was horrific.

"Maybe it's some sort of military experiment gone terribly wrong," offered one spectator.

Slowly, people edged up to the dumpster and looked in, and then edged away in disgust. Some vomited. One fainted.

"It's the most pathetic thing I've ever seen," said one man, "and I went to a Gore for President rally in the U.S. one time." A small gasp went up from the crowd.

"Look, it's moving!" The reeking mass moved and groaned an unearthly bawl...something was moving between the appendages most of the crowd had guessed took were the thing's legs. A small bump strained against the tattered fabric of the thing's clothing, and began growing larger...struggling, it seemed.

"I believe it is giving birth...farrowing...calving...whatever," said Manohar. "Bharadwaj, my son, get in there and lift the shroud so that we may see what it is."

"Why me?" said Bharadwaj, with a look of fear on his drooling face.

"Because I said so," said Manohar, whereupon he struck the idiot boy fiercely with his cane.

"OW, that smarts," cried the boy, but he climbed in dutifully.

Bharadwaj slowly reached for the linen shrouding the small writhing bulge between the things legs. His hand trembled as it came closer. The crowd was silent with fear and morbid curiosity. He touched the hem and drew it back quickly. The crowd shreiked as the mystery was revealed. There under the linen was a thing obviously being born. It looked half rat, half monkey...a rateyed monkey, for lack of a better term. It had small, beady red eyes, and sharp gnashing teeth. It was covered with matted greasy black hair, and was the size of an average Jack Russell terrier. It looked unworldly. It was, in a word, horrific.

"God...kill it fast...it's a monster!" someone yelled.

"Yes, kill it before it gets away!"

"Maybe we should study it...take it to the university, perhaps," offered another onlooker. The others looked at the speaker as if he were mad.

A silence fell over the crowd. They were stunned at what they were witnessing, knowing not what they had seen, yet knowing it was truly digusting.

After a moment, the young idiot boy Bharadwaj spoke up. "Manohar, you are wise. You have seen many things. Can you tell us what this repulsive creature is?"

Manohar paused...a look of seriousness fell over his face, and then he spoke.

"Yes. I have seen this vermin one time before. It was in a Turkish bath house, and there was a show involving donkeys and midgets, and a woman with a prolapsed uterus and heavy flatulance- but I digress..."

"I have seen this thing once, and I thought we had killed all of its kind. But now I see that we were too hasty in our judgement that the world was rid of this scourge. Obviously at least two of it's kind lived and mated, in whatever bizarre way that occurs. And this is the product."

"But Manohar, please tell us, what is it!" the boy pleaded.

Manohar drew a deep breath, and looked up.

"It is.....Yayati!"


to be continued

Who's medical records did you find in the dumpster?

I want a copy if they are for SeanH.

 

[pipercatt]

this thread is the best...the old and the new posts. I wish I had known PC better, but I'm glad to have known him a little bit. Peace and laughter.

 

[Shagly]

this thread is the best...the old and the new posts. I wish I had known PC better, but I'm glad to have known him a little bit. Peace and laughter.

...with deep thrusts.

 

[Jades]

I was pointed in the direction of this thread...and my heart is heavy. I miss the old days...PC posted some of the best threads and always made me laugh.

This place won't be the same.....

 

[Mistress]

I had a urge to check Lit and get in touch with old friends, so I logged in. I had a message in my inbox and there was a mention of bad news regarding PC. I have been trying to get my computer to work all day trying to find out what happened and finally I found this post.
I'm very sadden.
I was very fond of PC. He was a big part of Lit, and it won't be the same without him...even if I rarely come here anymore. I'll miss him.
Due to this I hope others will try to keep in touch because I don't want to pop back in again and hear more bad news. So please people who I consider my friends or who considered me a friend, let this at least bring us together, at least enough to email once in awhile!
I'll be thinking about PC and his family, and all those who knew him as well as I would have liked to have known him.
He ragged on me like others, and then at times I would get words of kindness from him, and I grew to like him and care about him as a friend.
I will miss him, the world has lost an amazing man, but Heaven just got another Jewel.

 

[Xelebes]

I remember seeing PC's activity dropping when I joined and first started posting in the GB. By 2005, it was like he was long gone with only a ghost of a presence here. Wish I was here during his reign of terror.

 

[Byron In Exile]

I was pointed in the direction of this thread...and my heart is heavy. I miss the old days...PC posted some of the best threads and always made me laugh.

This place won't be the same.....

Well, if that's not fucking evident...

No disrespect intended.

 

[Debbie]

I'm late for the sad tidings.

This place might be just a porn board to some. For others it's more than that.


Problem Child, you were unique and will sadly be missed for your intellect, wit and so much more.
Most of us, (I'm sure) saw that you were so much more than what you portrayed yourself to be in your lit persona. You couldn't hide your light under a bushel.

 

[Byron In Exile]

I'm late for the sad tidings.

This place might be just a porn board to some. For others it's more than that.


Problem Child, you were unique and will sadly be missed for your intellect, wit and so much more.
Most of us, (I'm sure) saw that you were so much more than what you portrayed yourself to be in your lit persona. You couldn't hide your light under a bushel.

Yes, almost a year late.

Still, you're right: we will not see his like again.

And, perhaps, if he were still here, I wouldn't be filled with bitterness and rage.

Just a thought...

 

[JinXed]

This is the thread that he would point to and say was his funniest.

I loved him.
I'm going to miss hearing his laugh, learning about his beautiful daughter, his wickedly dead on Boomhauer impersonation, arguing about Locke vs. Jack - faith vs. science, his strange in-a-pinch masturbation lube stories, the idiots he worked with, politics, his dogs and just his voice.

He use to tell me how much I helped him out several years ago. He thanked me many times for advice I gave and for being a sounding board but truth be told he gave me far more than I gave him. He entered my life at a time when I sorely needed a friend, though I wasn't aware of how great that need was at the time.

Most saw his biting wit - few were allowed to see his tender and loving heart. I'm going to miss my friend terribly.

I did a search in my email, using an innocuous word, and one of the results was an email from PC. I was stunned to see it was from almost 14 years ago. How has that much time gone by? Moreover how has that lovely hilarious man been gone coming on ten years?! I think of him so often and I still feel his loss.

I'm sure his daughter grew into an intelligent, articulate, beautiful soul, how could she not? I hope she's happy, he loved her so fiercely.

-I can't remember the last time I logged in, I'm guessing the last time I posted, whenever that was, but I just had to read this again.

(For those who care, those who remember me, maybe you'll see this - hope all is wonderful and happy in your world)

 

[Debbie]

Happy new year JinXed.


There are a few that posted in this thread that touched our hearts and are remembered and missed.

 

[IrezumiKiss]

One of the bittersweet things about seeing a thread like this one bumped up is that even though you can appreciate it, even as a re-read if you remember it from the first and second go-rounds, you realize it won't ever be like this again.

Not just with PC's storytelling content, but the showing of the hearts of the various members who knew him and interacted with him. Change is inevitable, but this sort of quality is long gone.

Nice thread bump, Jinxy.

 

[bigsly]

It Came From a Dumpster

What is butters' life story for $100, Alex?

 

[raindancer]

I miss PC. He was the best.

 

[bellisarius]

I miss PC. He was the best.

Anyone that was around back then misses him. The "Wasp" story was funny too.

 

[Pookie]

We need more PC.

 

[Pookie]

Anyone that was around back then misses him. The "Wasp" story was funny too.

Did you see on page one where the thread wasn't posted to for about an hour and it had slipped off the front page ... in the middle of the night!

Those were the days.

 

[With_David_Bowie]

I thought it was closer to 15.

I wonder about Vixie.

 

[bellisarius]

I thought it was closer to 15.

I wonder about Vixie.

Last time we conversed she was doing fine.