Who would want to be near somebody like this? He's a piece of human garbage. He's confused about his sexuality and he's probably bisexual anyway.
Masked Bastard
in
August 2008
Section 1 Section 2 Section 3 Section 4 Section 5 Section 6
and his little piss-fits of silly
rage. Are you still sorry for what you did, fagboy? Is this the reaction you
expected? Poor, white trash-talking booger cunt homosexual motherfucker.
I laugh at you, Indy. I was waiting for you to start some shit so that I could
do exactly what I did in the posts below. You wanted it, Indy. You needed it;
you needed to masturbate to some confusion and resentment and you had to stroke
your itchy cock on the handle name of the MASKED your BASTARD.
Well, shithead. Look who's bleeding now. If you'd stop thriving off of creating
toruble and just be a loser-ass fuckhead, you won't be such an easy target.
Please, keep posting the funny pics. You just make others dislike you more.
You just some how uncreative and ugly you truly are, which is why no woman of
the oppisite sex will ever want you. You're too busy chasing after underage
girls for their bowel movements and that scares most women away.
You're too creepy to have a woman, Indy. The closest you ever came to a woman
was standing next to the bathroom door while she took a big ol dump, right Indy?
Right fagboy fuckface, prejudice shithead?
This is just the beginning. Bring it on, faggot. I'll beat your Special
Education ass like you were back in foster care.
How's that for a "masked negro", you fucking ofay bitch?
Date: 01:22:54 on Friday, August 01, 2008
I am creepy? LMAO You are the one with an entire website dedicated to your scat stories, many of which involve underage girls. Teah? Give me a break. You are one sick motherfucker. Shall I post on here one of your underage Teah scat stories?
Date: 01:35:34 on Friday, August 01, 2008
I post what's real. I write about
what you only dream of. Teah is NOT underage; her daughter hannah is and if you
read stories 31 and up you will see that I write the truth about prematrial
sex...but sex is seomthing your virgin ass will always wonder about anyway.
Are you saving it for the right gal, Indy? Are you saving yourself for Juliessa?
Is Juliessa still a virgin like you, Indy? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Teah Stories tell the truth about women's bowel habits. It's the women who tell
me these things. I work around naked women all week long at the club and this is
what they talk about. What do women say to you, besides GET LOST?
The few I have are not enough to do what I want.
Hey Indy...I am going
to use your manuscript in my next screenplay. You can't prove it's yours and I'm
going to sell the manuscript to Lion's Gate film studios. They will use your
idea for a movie and I will be very rich.
I'm also going to use the voice MP3 you sent me as a ringtone and makes tons of
cash off of your voice. Because it must. I have already copyrighted the
manuscript as my own and I will use it.
Keep sending me more free ideas, asshole. It's so easy to get stories from you
because you give your stuff away.
How's that for a NIGGER, you sunburn prone, Caucazoid uncreative ofay, closet
homo, sexually confused, magnet for female rejection, geoduck eating pigfucker????
Please don't send me back to the foster home. I'll be good from now on.
MB defends his writing.
Date: 02:42:59 on Friday, August 01, 2008http://thereefchat.com/members/Linz_Mondello/forum/posts/08-08-01/415.shtml
You don't think Teah Stories have any meaning or purpose? They are fetish
stories, idiot. Desperation tales based on true accounts from various females
that I know. What issues do these fetish stories tackle? The real ones, like
this one:
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| Teah had just come from court. The
case was against Matthew Colbert, a young man who had been arrested
before for storing human waste on a college campus. He had stolen
Hannah's feces from the bathroom by putting an "out of order" sign on
the ladies room door, forcing Hannah to use the men's room where he had
easy access. This time, however, Matthew had found a way to get into
Hannah's home. He had infiltrated Teah's bible study group and
convinced her to have bible study at her house. Matthew knew that the
mother and daughter both produced large amounts of human waste. It was
a feat he just couldn't pass up. He was back behind bars once again.
Teah pulled in and came inside. She was wearing her business attire—a
white blouse, black pin stripe pants and black high heels—even
though she had the day off. She came to Hannah's room and found the
depressed looking daughter sitting on the bed with her head low and her
"Hannah? Are you okay? Are you sick again?" Hannah Hannah couldn't look her mother in the eyes. She was clearly ashamed and afraid of something. Hannah said, "Please don't be mad at me." Teah wheeled closer to Hannah. "Why would I be mad at you, baby?" Hannah kept her face and voice tone low. "I'm pregnant." Teah's eyes pinched for a second like she didn't understand fully. "You're what?" "I'm..." Hannah cleared her throat. "I'm pregnant." Teah sat back on the chair. She had to stop her hand from Hannah kept her eyes low. "Germaine." "Germa—" Teah hushed. The very mention of that name brought forth sensations that she had buried deep within her soul when she converted to Christianity. If she kept on thinking about it, those feelings and emotions would come back. She didn't need that right now. "I thought you were done with him. Why did you do it? After everything you and I both went through with that man, why did you go back to him?" Hannah humped her shoulders. Teah leaned forward, wiped her face with her hands and kept them there. "Oh, Hannah." Teah lowered her hands. "You were doing to so good." Teah sat up straight. "I am so disappointed in you." Hannah finally spoke louder. "I'll go to the women's shelter." Teah got up and sat next to Hannah. "Come here, Hannah." Hannah sobbed. "I'm scared. I don't know what to do." "We'll figure something out. Okay? You don't have to leave." Teah held Hannah and noticed something pink on the edge of the computer table. She got up and went over to the desk. She picked it up; it was a pregnancy test and it as positive. Teah looked back at Hannah. "You been to the doctor?" Hannah nodded 'no' "You need to," Teah said. "Just to be sure."
|
A funeral. Cold, misting rain extends its skeletal fingers past coats and hats and layers of clothing, down to the bone, penetrating skin and chilling soul. Grey, naked trees stand in silence against the freezing wind like solitary ramparts, guarding the way to the empire of the dead. A small group of mourners in black are trudging their way down a mushy gravel path, between countless rows and lanes of vaults, mausoleums, and monuments. All of the stone withers, grey and mossy, unkempt, for this is the oldest part of St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. Here, in the ancient center of the massive City of the Dead, the vaults are less tended, less washed and painted, less beflowered and befriended, as the memories of the departed fade like Greek shades in the minds of those who knew them, those who themselves are also dying, misting away like a New Orleans fog hovering over the Mississippi River. The dark funeral party reaches the oldest vault, directly in the center of the cemetery, and halts. The priest, himself garbed in black stole, turns to face the meager crowd of seven or eight people. His face is as pallid as the weather, and creases formed long ago by mysterious pains channel through his skin, little rivers of sorrow. He does not look holy. He does not appear pious. He looks ragged and scarred, a broken man, wounded by years of whatever his eyes have seen. He begins his speech, and his voiced is cracked and grizzled, not at all the celestial song the mourners were expecting. His words are trite and unconcerned, a canned sermon, though he knew the boy for years. He may as well have written the sermon for the random funeral of a stranger. Something is on his mind. The dead boy’s parents are not happy with Father Erin. “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,” mumbles Father Erin as he crumbles a bit of moist sod on top of the lowering coffin. And that is it. The funeral is over. The mourners in black hug each other, whisper their little meaningless sayings that do nothing to comfort anyone, and slowly find their way back out of the maze that is the St. Louis Cemetery. But Father Erin remains, protected from the cool drizzle by his black wool overcoat. It is cool in New Orleans. That is unusual.
Who would want to be near somebody like this? He's a piece of human garbage.
He's confused about his sexuality and he's probably bisexual anyway.
After reading about his religious background, I wondered the same thing myself.
I ain't 'friad of no FAG!
Date: 11:02:32 on Saturday, August 02, 2008
*Whom* are you going to call?
Linz MondelloWorking!!!! I
want to win that lottery worse than I ever wanted my first blow job!
Anyone else ever get burned out on their job? I have been doing the same type
work for over 20 years. Maybe time to start a new career?
Well anyhooo...whats been happening?
Date: 10:49:09 on Sunday, August 03, 2008
Life's been
okay. It's never too late get go back to school. Just this past May a woman at
the community college where I work got her Asssocaties Degree after being out of
school for 35 years.
If you hate you job, do something to make it better. I used to hate my job too;
the degree makes it semi-tolerable. Yeah, having that winning ticket ain't too
bad either, but I'd still work.
What about the rest of you? If you won the lottery, what would you do? I'd like
to win the scratch off $5000 per week for life. I'd work part time, do
independent films on the side, be a adjunct instructor instead of a full time
professor and invest that cash in real estate.
Date: 21:54:05 on Sunday, August 03, 2008
Name: L Frank Baum
Subject: I don't think we are in Kansas anymore!
Date: 13:22:25 on Monday, August 04, 2008
Name: Indy
Subject: Found Pic Of Masked Bastard's Honky Wife
Date: 17:36:22 on Monday, August 04, 2008
Name: MORE BASTARD THAN MASKED
Subject: Re: So did I
Date: 19:35:52 on Monday, August 04, 2008
lol you wish
Date: 20:16:23 on Monday, August 04, 2008
You wish. I gets PUSSY. You gets none.
Date: 22:35:02 on Monday, August 04, 2008
You are a freinbouncer at a strip club. Some career. Some life. I bet your parents are proud. And you are such a fucking COWARD that you wear a mask. At least the rest of us are man enough to show our faces. You must be hideously ugly.
Date: 00:47:22 on Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Yes, I bouncer at a nightclub. The community
college where I work knows it. I could care less what my parents think; they
don't pay my FUCKING bills and they don't have a say in what I do with my life.
Of course, you can't say the same because you probably don't even know who your
parents are.
The MASK is for your protection SHITHEAD, not mine. If I were to show you what
is behind this MASK, you wouldn't be able to handle it. You'd have nightmares.
Behind my MASK is not ugliness. It is a something so prolific and plentiful,
that you'd run away like a bitch just like you did last time when we had our
poem/rap battle.
You keep thinking that my MASK just covers my face. There's more to it than
that, FAGGOT. You're too busy looking at person's skin color; you fail to
realize how dangerous that person is because you prejudge. Bad idea.
I bet you thought that I was just some STUPID, NIGGER that listens to RAP MUSIC
and wants everything handed to him on a silver platter, right SHITHEAD? See, you
got SLOPPY Indy. You got lazy on the MASKED BASTARD and that's how I beat you.
It's your own self-righteousness that did you in and it's the same thing that's
KICKING YOUR ASS RIGHT NOW.
Why don't you email me: [email protected] so you and I can finish this
once and for all. STOP BEING A MULTI-HANDLE NAME PUSSY and FACE ME. The
different handle names are your MASKS. I have only one.
Date: 01:38:38 on Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Why don't you show your real face like the rest of us? Do that, and I will join the fray. Keep wearing the stuid mask, and you will remain a coward.
Date: 02:26:57 on Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Nope. I can't be talked down, FAGGOT. I am the
MASKED your BASTARD and I am a cynical BASTARD. you have done everything in your
limp-dick power to break every one of the 10 Demandments. You are in no position
to make demands here. The MASK stays on, until you stop posting as Juliessa, Ron
Defoe, Thomas Hardy and other handle names at my BASTARD BOARD. I have your IP
address, SHITHEAD so don't FUCK WITH ME. Do so for one whole year and I'll take
off the MASK.
What's it gonna be, BITCH? You game or not?
Let's see: KKK, Nazi Death troopers, Executioners...basically people who want tohide their identity because they ar ashamed of what they do.
Date: 02:21:35 on Tuesday, August 05, 2008
You've hid behind handle names for years until somebody did some digging and found out what a SHITHEAD and a DICKWAD you really are. I wear a mask to protect others from themselves. If you don't understand what that means, then you're DUMBER than I thought. You really have no power at all, Indy. You will always be a target and a victim.
unless Indy can post at my board for ONE YEAR without using proxies and other handle names besides his own. What's it gonna be, PUSSY?
Because he's a FAGGOT-ASS, GAY-HOMOFUCUAL,
SHIT-STAINED PIECE of HUMAN GARBAGE. He fears the MASKED his BASTARD and has
felt the wrath once before. Indy knows that I will EAT HIS ASS ALIVE in a Fake
Indy Burger of BLOOD and BRAINS. He knows it to be true, that's why he won't
email me.
BRING IT ON, FAGGOT. STOP POSTING MESSAGES AND LET'S SETTLE THIS IN PRIVATE!!!!
COME ON, BITCH!!!! BRING IT!!!!! I WANT TO EAT THE FLESH RIGHT OFF OF YOUR VERY
BONES!!!! COME ON, WEAKLING!!!!
Linz MondelloI am going to take off on vacation this week starting tomorrow afternoon...so we will be handles only till I return sometime Sunday.
Date: 21:22:39 on Tuesday, August 05, 2008
That is ok I will be sucking cocks all weekend at the gloryhole anyway.
Date: 03:38:15 on Wednesday, August 06, 2008
...keep it up, FUCKMEAT.
Date: 21:09:02 on Tuesday, August 05, 2008
I'm out of here. Going to gather more R/T on certain cowardly SHITHEADS that won't email me and finish this fray once and for all.
After several Hank Splatters posts by Indy...
Date: 22:53:30 on Thursday, August 07, 2008Hank is a Asian homofucual who wants so badly to have sex with the French Cajun cunt Indy and to be part of Western culture, if he can escape from the communist regime in his country that makes him cook cats and sell his little sister for sex.
Date: 22:54:58 on Thursday, August 07, 2008
They fill each others cornholes
with GOBS of MAN-GRAVY just for the PURE FUCK OF IT. Thus I have said it, and it
will be done, on MASKED as it is in BASTARD. And give us this day, our daily
dump.
THUS SAITH,
MASKED BASTARD
Date: 23:00:16 on Thursday, August 07, 2008
Hate me because you hate yourselves. HOMOS.
Hank Splatters
is all that matters
to Indy's blistered anus
The love they'll share
makes nut sacks flare
and soon they will be famous
They play it off like they are straight
but, in truth they're lovers
A Gay Parade is called a date
The truth's under the covers
All of you ASSHOLES who claim supremacy over The Reef and it's fora have no FUCKING BACKBONES. Seriously, what do you dominate if you're out getting SHITFACED because you hate your job all week long? What a bunch of WEAK, FRUIT DOUCHE BAGS.
Indy/Leroy Cleophus Washington Jones/Thomas Hardy/Homo cum bucket, faggot, female rejection magnet, former orphan agent of male anus, confused about his sexuality, French Cajun asshole that nobody loves.
...faggot who works as a bounced in astrip bar onthe river on th3e Missouri border whose boss I called and reported, wassup nigga?
Date: 02:27:34 on Sunday, August 10, 2008
It's called the Player's Club. The number to the strip club chains is toll free. 1-800-422-4453
There once was an orphan named
Matthew
he's nuttier than a cashew
he made himself Hank Splatter's whore
while living like Soddom & Gomorrah
...Vincent Stewart and I live in New York. I work at a college in the Meadowlands and I sometimes go further south to gamble at the Claridge.
Masked Bastard revealed!!!
Date: 03:38:40 on Monday, August 11, 2008All of you ASSHOLES and ANUS ADVOCATES have
been jerking your tiny little peckers and salivating over more R/T info about
the MASKED your BASTARD.
Well, here it is. My name is Vincent Stewart. I live in New York (Long Island,
fuckers). I have knowledge of the 5 Boughouts.
If you'd like to see a real pick of me, please scroll down.
Keep going...
A little more...
Excited yet???
Nope. I've decided not to post it.
I lied...
or did I?
Okay...
No, I changed my mind.
Okay...maybe
Somewhat...
Here you go...
Now, more than ever, I am MORE BASTARD THAN MASKED.
Because it must.