What’s up boys and girls? A special hello goes out to Team Freaky. Happy birthday, Echo! Bet you were expecting another installment of Fuck it Friday, weren’t you? To quote Nelson from the Simpsons, “Ha, ha!” Keep your panties on, unless you’re trying to start something freaky, nasty, and oh so beautiful. Where was I?

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Since I had a lot to say about Ms. Black & Wild I decided to just spin that off into another post. So today boy and girls you get two posts for the price of one. Just scroll down beneath this post or if you’re a lazy bastard then just click here (http://antisocialvoices NULL.blogspot NULL.com/2006/07/more-ms-black-wild NULL.html).

Okay people, everybody who missed out on the first Dear Freaky still has a chance to send in your questions requesting advice from yours truly. I’m already starting to get some questions for Ask Freaky Anything. Here’s your chance to ask me anything. I’m not going to guarantee to answer every question I get but if I do answer it I’m going to answer it honestly. (GASP) You heard me. You can submit your questions in one of three ways. By e-mail: send your questions to me and put either Dear Freaky or Ask Freaky Anything in the subject line. You can also post your question(s) in my comments, just be sure to let me know if it’s for Dear Freaky (DF) or Ask Freaky Anything (AFA). Anonymous commenting is turned off for the moment but if enough people ask me to turn it back on I’ll do so and allow the questions to be posted anonymously. The final way is to ask your question in my chat box. Unless it’s a short question you’ll have to break it up a few times depending on how long it is. The chat box has either a 100 or 150 word limit per post, I believe.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest was okay. It’s over 2.5 hours long so I didn’t feel cheated in that aspect. Hands down Curse of the Black Pearl (the original) is better than it’s sequel. What made part one so good was having the three main characters (Capt. Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, & Elizabeth Swann) on the screen together and how they played off of each other. In DMC it takes a long time before they’re together. The movie also suffered from not having an ending. I guess some would say it’s a cliffhanger but I’d say someone was too lazy to figure out how to end Dead Man’s Chest so they picked the introduction of a new character to serve as the ending. It just didn’t do it for me but here’s hoping Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End (tentative title) wraps it up nicely.

I was checking out a conversation about dick sucking and it put into words something I had been thinking of for a minute. Lately, I’ve noticed in pornos that the males are telling the women not to use their hands when slurping the snake. Some of the males are starting to get heated when a woman use her hands. Then I got to thinking what someone said in the conversation I mentioned earlier. The consensus was basically don’t use your hands, that’s for amateurs. LOL. Did I mention it was mainly women making the comments? I do agree that using your hands to jerk him off while sucking dick is a cheat and kind of cheap. However, as long as I get my happy ending do what you gotta do. Just don’t be bragging about your skills when you’re still on some amateur shit, LOL!

Speaking of dick sucking, what’s the freakiest song you’ve ever heard about oral sex?

I’m still surprised no one figured out the secret message from Wednesday’s post.

Why did D call me talking about some young chick was stalking him? He told me the girl called him out of the blue and didn’t even remember who the hell he was. I hate when chicks do that. They’re cleaning up or going through wherever the hell they keep numbers on the DL and act like you’re supposed to fill in the blanks for them. How are you going to call me and not know or remember who the fuck I am? Lose my number and oh yeah, fuck you you number hungry bitch! Anyway, he tells me that the girl supposedly has three felony warrants out on her and she recently stabbed carved up her ex-boyfriend. All of this after she tells him that she was raped by her father when she was younger and all types of other crazy shit. He said that he started having flashbacks of one of his exes. An ex he tried to pawn off on me but that’s another story. Apparently he chatted with her six months or so ago.

D: Man, I’m telling you you can’t fuck around with those party lines anymore. Them bitches are crazy.
Me: Damn, it’s like that? Why don’t you tell the her not to call you anymore?
D: I don’t remember if I told her where I lived or not. She’s unstable and I don’t want her popping up over here.
Me: The way she’s blowing up your phone, I’m guessing if she knew where you lived she’d have a knife to your throat while riding your ass. Why don’t you tell her to get some help or something?
D: I’ve tried everything I can think of to get rid of her. I told her she should call the party line and find someone else to talk to. I told her I was in a relationship. Hell, I even gave her your number.
Me: You better not have given psycho my number because the first time she calls me she’ll have your address.

Ms. Black & Wild was supposed to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest Sunday night. She claimed her neice read the times wrong or something. I told her she probably pussed out because of Davy Jones. She asked me why don’t I take her and hold her hand during the movie. I had to set her straight. Sure I’d put my arm around you and whisper sweet nothings or dirty little thoughts into your ear when I’m not licking and nibbling on it. The thing is I know you’re afraid so of course I’d bring something tentacle like and brush it against you and right when it’s about to get scary, I’d scream in your ear, “Arrrrgggg, I’m Davy Jones, bitch!” Yeah, it’s mean but you’re so easy to scare I wouldn’t feel right passing that opportunity up.

Anybody catch the Dave Chappelle Show’s Lost Episodes Sunday? It seemed kind of disjointed and wasn’t as funny as the previous seasons but it’s still funnier than most stuff on TV now.

Besides the obvious, I wonder why have I been thinking of Little Miss Short Shorts lately?

I’m irritated as hell. I finally completed my first attempt at a banner, it’s simple so don’t be expecting too much. The problem is I can’t figure out where to put the code for it on my template. I’ve managed to make it show up at the top of current post but it doesn’t show up in previous posts or the archived ones either. What really annyos me is that I managed to actually insert the banner correctly before but I deleted it. I did so because I was just testing and I didn’t really have a banner prepared then. Now, I don’t remember how I did it. I’m so annoyed I feel like slapping someone’s mama! If anyone wants to and can help me solve the problem, I’d appreciate the help. Never mind, I figured out where to put it all by myself. I knew this wouldn’t get the best of me.

There’s a special place in hell for the automated service that called woke me up way too early in the morning to alert me of a message I got shortly after midnight. Why the fuck did it call me again 12 minutes later with that same bullshit? It totally fucked up the dream I was having a now no longer remember. Automated asshole!

Why are the spammers sending me shit directed towards females? Some of the little cocksuckers know my name and it’s not a unisex or a feminine name either. Hell even the meaning of it is masculine. No I don’t need estrogen, a dress, or a mop. Yes, I got spam for a mop? Who the fuck buys a mop or any other cleaning supply over the Internet?!

If I was President one of the first things I’d do is lay waste to the middle east. I’m tired of these high ass gas prices. But Freaky. That’s President Freaky damn it! But President Freaky, sir, wouldn’t gas prices go up more if you destroy the middle east? Why the fuck would I care? The taxpayers are picking up the tab for my gasoline and jet fuel.

Someone told me that my BlackPlanet page was mean. Funny as hell but mean nonetheless. I admit it’s sometimes meaner than some of the shit I say here but that page in no way represents the full potential of my meanness. How can you not be mean when you come across so many dumb and no conversation having motherfuckers?

Typical example of a note I receive from women on BP.

Random_BP_Chick: What’s up?
Me: (Mind you back in the day I would try to stretch out that verbose banter into a conversation. Now, I usually just scream, “Dumbass” at my monitor and delete them. After looking at their pictures of course. Sometimes, when I’m in the right mood though…) What’s up? My dick that’s what’s up! How are you going to take care of it?

There was a time that I didn’t like watching mixed martial arts (MMA). I got into UFC because of all of the controversy but after they started trying to clean up and change things to avoid being banned in the U.S. I wasn’t feeling it anymore. Sure pro-wrestling is fake but some of those moves look brutal and actually are brutal if someone hit them on you. MMA just didn’t look brutal enough for me. Oh I wouldn’t be dumb enough to step to one of them because I know those holds hurt but usually the fighting just didn’t look violent enough for me. Pride Fighting is starting to get me back to watching again.