One spring we decided to take a trip to the DPRK
because we heard the country was lively and gay.
We went for the women because they are loose,
but figured we’d stay for the cooked dog and goose.
We flew to Pyongyang by way of Beijing,
and had to leave behind most everything.
We bribed a guy at the Chinese consul.
For commie ass our dicks did drool.
Upon arrival there was no bright sun.
No girls in bikinis for us to hunt.
Good for us we weren’t upset.
Gook ass did await us yet.
A group of guards took us to a hotel.
No one else was there, but the digs were swell.
We tasted the food which tasted like crap,
but gave it a chance because of where we were at.
We sampled the dog and mulled over the cat,
and even tried the beer (it was a little flat).
We toured the city and went to a ship
that had been captured during a spy stint.
We went to a place called the DMZ,
and laughed at the people whom we could see.
We sang Karaoke with some ladies one night,
but getting in their pants became a big plight.
They weren’t allowed to drink with us,
and when we made our moves they put up a fuss.
We went back to our room with our drunk guards,
as they laughed at us for being such tards.
We came to the next morning and went for a drive
to a tea shop in the mountains that was kind of a dive.
The fortunate thing was that the tea girl was hot,
and in a matter of minutes we all hit it off.
We drank her tea, and chatted a bit,
I even tried to plead for a kiss.
But schedules they had (so we had to follow),
and she had no phone for us to caller her tomorrow.
We bid adieu and continued on
thinking that something was dreadfully wrong.
Where were all the girls? The beautiful ones?
Most we had seen reminded me of nuns.
The brochure had promised a wonderful time,
but we were forced to stay in state controlled lines.
On our last night we went to a show.
Would any of us get laid, or even a blow?
The show was amazing, and there were thousands of girls
Some of them with straight hair, some of them had curls.
We sat and we watched amazed at the sight,
thinking that this would be a wonderful night.
Suddenly out of the corner of my eye
came into sight a funny little guy.
He was quite round and wore a simple grey suit.
He had funny hair, puffy lips, and glasses to boot.
He walked straight to us, and without hesitation said,
“Which one of these girls would you like to take to bed?”
We were dumbfounded, how could we choose.
There were so many we would have to do two’s.
The funny little man took us back to his house,
and we ate and drank and starred down a blouse.
We took girls back to our rooms by two and threes,
But woke up the next morning with bad cases of herpes.
The man he had screwed us, but we couldn’t complain.
The lovely girls of the north were worth all the pain.
We flew back to the states on that very day
What stories we had from the DPRK!
For the ladies of the North our hearts will ache
whenever we remember our communist spring break.
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Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Bangin' Asians: Spring Break in the DPRK
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Monday, February 7, 2011
Anonymous
I love the internet and I love anonymous posting. Last night a friend contacted me because she thought that I was responsible for a series of posts on a website called CollegeACB. I can neither confirm nor deny these claims, however, I have begun posting on the site now under the name C.T. Cilver, and I will probably continue to do so from time to time for some quick laughs. Today I wrote this:
Sunday Slampieces
Last night came back to the house after the game. Wasn't that drunk, but found some chick who def was sleeping in my bed. Tried to move her, but she was fucking dead assing me so I just ended up fucking her. Spent 10 minutes trying to bust nut, but couldn't so I kicked the bitch out and called my slampiece. She was over like twenty minutes later getting sloppy on my dick. All of a sudden my bros fucking bust in and start screaming about someones sister. Turns out the fat bitch was someones fucking sister. I'm like, "can a nigga bust a nut in this joint....fuck!" Apparently this girl was like the sister of some kid who wasn't a brother during the Bush white house, so idgaf. Anyway ended up having to just jerk it on this chicks tits and call it a night. Shit the things I do on sundays.Sunday Slampieces Thread on ACB
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