A stripper's confession
The stars, planets, and moon reveal what really happened the night a stripper destroyed the lives of 47 boys.First! I will channel the self-proclaimed rape victim. Second! I will consult the stars for my predictions.
This is what I channeled from a lying criminal stripper with a substance problem.
I guess it happened years ago. I started having sex at a very early age. I’m not sure why, I just wanted to. When I was still in high school, I was in competition with myself to see how many boys I could have sex with in a week. I became quite self educated in the subtle differences there are in each boys genitalia.
Guys who looked like they were packing huge equipment sometimes where packing “happy meal” toys, while guys you would least expect would be packing man-size equipment that would make any girl’s mouth water and pusy sweat.
One day I had sex with three boys in the bathroom of my boyfriend’s house, and I immediately got a reputation f being easy. That reputation was a double edged sword. On the positive side, I got more guys than ever, but on the negative side everyone knew. Even in this age of “equal rights” girls still suppose to not like having sex. Strangely, feminist are the ones perpetuating this myth. A feminist friend of mine told me if I claimed I was raped, I could redeem myself and reputation. I could blame my avid hunger for sex on “being abused at an early age”. She even suggested that I claim I was raped by my father. My reputation would be instantly vindicated as I enjoyed all the powers and benefits of being a “victim”.
Years later when I was being dishonorable discharged from the Navy for having sex with over half the men and few of the women in my squad, I claimed I was raped, but since many of my sexcapades were video taped, I didn’t want to risk being caught in a lie because I couldn’t remember which guys and gals video taped me and which ones didn’t, so I made a claim in 1996 that I was raped by three boys when I was in high school.
It was tough living the lie, and I wasn’t interested in being in the Navy anymore. A friend told me I could make tons of money by marrying a man, having his child, then leaving him forcing him to pay child support which can take up to 60% of his net pay. If I had children from three different guys, I could collect over one thousand dollars of tax free child support each month for 18 years, but that plan fell through because I married a loser who found out I gave birth to another man’s child while married to him. My ex-husband tried to gain custody of my child, but I didn’t want to pay child support to him, so in 1998 I claimed that he kidnapped me and tried to kill me.
I’ve been a stripper/prostitute/escort for awhile now, and I’ve been taking a few classes at UCNC in hopes to recruit a few girls of my own to pimp out. One night in 2002 I was having a particular good night, so I partied a little too hard, gave a public lap dance to a cab driver, when he wouldn’t have sex with me in exchange for cab fare, I stole his cab, and when the cops tried to stop me, I tried to kill them. I’m still on probation for that little incident.
Earlier this year in 2006, I was working my ass off – literally! I had sex with a “client”, then with my boyfriend, then with a battery vaginal sex toy, then with two guys in exchange for a ride to the lacrosse party. The boys were pissed because I arrived so wasted. I had my routine party drugs that evening and I was feeling grrrrrreate! I stumbled all over the place, and after five minutes I wanted to leave. After why not? I already was paid. My stripper friend, “K”, was arguing with the boys over us taking the money without providing a show. She called them racial slurs and they responded in kind, but to get them back, she called 911 and lied claiming that we were only driving by and racial slurs were being yelled at us. We laughed and laughed that the 911 –people could be so stupid.
I was so wasted that I forgot my money and phone at the boys’ house, but the $400.00 “K” didn’t want to slpit her take with me, so she called the cops to have me arrested. I drank the last of my booze and took the last of my party drugs so the cops wouldn’t atke it. By the time the cops arrived I was feeling “fffffffine!” And that’s when it hit me! I was being arrested for … oh I forgot, but to get out of it I claimed rape. That always works. I was surprised they believed me. My story was wild and a fantastic fantasy, but I had no evidence to back it up. I only had a little scratch on my knee from when I fell when I was totally wasted, and a little scrape on my ankle. The doctor and the nurse checked my pusy. I really enjoyed that. I’m thinking of having pap smears every week. I love laying there naked with my legs up and cold metal probes are inserted into my vagina. I must have had four orgasms just waiting there.
The local DA, he’s such a loser, wanted so badly to get elected that he cherry picked every piece of evidence to make a case. No doubt he's worried I’d contradict myself even more. It’s hard to remember a lie when you don’t really give a damn about it. All I wanted was to get out of getting arrested that night. All he cared about was making national news. He said it was better than sex, and I would agree. In college, the DA should have spent less time with his head in books, and more time learning how to please a woman. You’d figure a white man with such a small penis would make up the difference with some kind of technique.
It’s amazing how feminist groups and racist groups are fast to jump on cases like this. I figure I can make bucks on the movie right alone. I thin it’s a laugh how news anchors like Nancy and Wendy twist and stretch any evidence or story to make sure people believe a rape actually occurred, but when someone points out that the evidence proves the rape didn’t really exist, both Nancy and Wendy claim that others are twisting and stretching the evidence. Talk about the kettle calling the pot black. Nancy and Wendy are my heroes. They have no integrity and that’s probably how they got where they are. Girls like Nancy, Wendy, and me should stick together. Using victimhood as a weapon and tool for personal gains will get us rich! I kinda feel sorry for those boys though, but you can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.
Astrology has the answer and truth. This is what the stars predict!
Former DA Mike Nifong will share a prison cell with a very large hairy black man with a voracious sexual appetite and he will learn about the true meaning of rape, but he will enjoy it.
Bush will invade Iran to make it sabotage the new Democratic Congress and president, but weapons of mass destruction will be found making the new president the a hero.
The Euro will replace the dollar as the standard of international exchange; thus pushing the US economy into forth behind the EU, China, and India.
Polosi, as new majority speaker of the house, will be forced to represent men and boys instead of always pushing women’s issues above everything.
Hillary will viciously attack Obama thus McCain will win the presidency.
Democrats will pass new legislation that will bankrupt our country.
Republicans will continue to be sexually oppressed in public and sexual pervert in private as a picture of Rosie riding Hilary with a strap on.
Libertarians and Independents … well I can’t seem to find any.
Donald Trump will be photographed riding each contestant of the Teen USA pageant and be falsely accused of rape by one of the willing teens who will drop the case once finding out she is pregnant and can get more money through a paternity suit.
Tom Cruise’s real life will be more entertaining that his movie, so he will opt for doing gay films and make billions.
Micheal Jackson will finally reveal himself to be Dianna Ross’s evil clone.
Paris Hilton will graduate with an honorary decree from USC to quiet a new video involving their football team.
Katie Couric will lose weight and the CBS News anchor desk will be modified to show off Katies legend legs as she accidentally causes controversy when she forgets to put on panties and does a homage to Sharon Stone’s Basic Instinct. Her ratings will then sky rocket as this becomes a weekly “accident”. Rosie O’Donald will try this to save “The View” which will prove to be fatal to some, and be the final push of “The View’s” male audience into full homosexual mode.
The National Organization of Women will sue the American public for not appreciating womyn’s basketball as much as we appreciate real basketball.
Stripping and pole dancing will be denied as a legitimate NCAA sport, so college girls are going to have to improvise.
Super Bowl half time show suffer another “wardrobe incident” involving Janet Jackson’s left nipple; thus forcing people to realize that women have nipples.
Women’s professional football will finally get a sponsor, but this will be clouded by a scandal involving two strippers and a broom. Mike Nifong will asked to comment from prison.