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This weekend was Brighton Pride - the very bestest weekend of the year. Full of love and happiness, aided by a copious intake of booze, drugs and semen... Unless, that is, the whole bloody thing is kicked off with a HORRID, HEARTLESS BETRAYAL by one of your dearest friends. I was waiting for the parade to come past, when who should walk by, but beebo wallace, dressed up to the nines and strutting like a rooster with a poker up his jacksy. Not only had he failed to mention to me that he would be in town, but he completely ignored me when I called his name! No matter how hard I tried, he would not come. It's true what they say, you know, he really is a cunt. Never trust a Yank with a smooth tongue and a winning smile. :'(

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If you've got a spare couple of grand and a raging horn, I can recommend nothing better that a night with Brighton's most infamous whore, Skanky Ethel.She doesn't come cheap, but she's worth every penny. Her pelvic floor muscles are the strongest in the world - if you look at the Guiness Book of Records, you'll see photos of the time she pulled a juggernaut out of a ditch with her fanny. Imagine what a cunt like that could do for a man. She has a "no orifice too small" policy and will let you fuck her in the ears, for the right price. You might be wondering "how?" and "why?." Trust me, if you saw the smile on the faces of those who have been there, you'd have your cock out, covered in baby oil and be ready to rock in seconds. Best of all with Ethel, she's not a clock-watcher. She'll go like the clappers and won't stop until you're done.Of course, some might say that I'm only promoting Ethel because she's on my books and I want my 90%. Bollocks, I say, every man should have go on Ethel, she's a must-do-before-you-die-experience!More heart-warming whores here!

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It's been a while since I had some properly shhexy dogging action, it's all been a bit lacklustre of late. I think it's the weather. Not everyone likes getting mud and nettles sliding up their jacksy. Friday was a scorcher though, I knew that all the guys from the dogging forums would be out in force. So I headed out to the South Downs on my pink BMX, with a rucksack full of lube, multi-packs of Wet Wipes and, of course, my trusty Black Mambo. As I finally came up on the Downs, it took just one ring of my little pink bell to bring all the boys to my yard... I got my fill last night, did you get yours? PS. If you're arse #3 from the Friday Bot-Bang Extravaganza, then please call me... you should find my number if you just look in the mirror.

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I know it's against the rules, but luckily I have friends in high places in the world of airport Customs Officers, so with a little bribery and shhexual coercion I managed to sneak this little bugger back into Blighty. He's a python and I've called him Bernard, after my uncle. They're equally slippery and both like eating mice for lunch. The fucker keeps trying to eat my hamsters and getting a black eye. But it doesn't matter too much, he's entering the oven on Christmas Day, not a fucking beauty pageant. My plan is to get it to get it to eat a 50lb turkey a day or two before Christmas. It's the best way to keep the turkey moist, couple that with the low-fat all-shhex joy of python crackling and we'll have a lip-shhmacking Christmas dinner to remember!

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You are going to get severely head-butted. Why the fuck can't the guy upstairs learn this simple lesson? Every night this week he's come-a-knocking, naked as the day he was born. The first time it happened, he caught me in the middle of my tai-chi routine, so I was wired to fuck and misunderstood when he asked for a teabag. I nutted him one and told him if he wanted more of that, he knew where to get it. Turns out the little cunt loves it, but it's letting me practice some of my best kungfu moves on a pliant body, so I can live with it for now. He's quite cute really, I think he's growing on me...

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It's party weekend at Casa Corin, friends coming from all over the country to revel in Brighton's seaside sun. So, as ever, it falls to me to feed the five thousand.Boy, are they in for a treat! I snuck into a local farm last night, pretended it was a pick-your-own and got myself a good harvest of pig cocks for Saturday's barbecue on the beach.The fatty tissue on a pig's pecker makes for a sizzling barbecue. If you want to cook naked, BE CAREFUL. I'd also advise being well shaven, you don't want to ruin dinner because of a burning bush. Cook 'em slow, cook 'em long, if you get it right you'll end up with something akin to a giant pork scratching with a tender cut of meat in the centre. Nothing says summer than the smell of sizzling pig cock.*smacks lips*

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Every year, the Brighton Festival brings the best of art, dance, music and theatre to town. The highlight for me has definitely been yesterday's concert by notorious thrash-metal band Shit In My Face. I've been a huge fan of SIMF since their debut album, It's not rape if you can't see her face" stormed into the top 10 in 2003. I got a call from the show's organisers yesterday morning, they were in a right tizzy because their shipment of hamsters had turned up dead, which was obviously no good for SIMF's performance. They needed a fresh supply, and pronto, so naturally they came to me. In exchange for 50 of my ripest rodents, I wangled front-row seats and a backstage pass. The show ROCKED, the band were on fire and so were my hamsters, the sizzle of burning fur wafting across the crowd, the hamster's squealing in harmony with the guitars. Afterwards. I went backstage and met the band. The lead singer, Johnny Cumstain, took quite a shine to me and took me back to his trailer to help him remove some of the hamsters from earlier. He told me that my little critters were the best he'd ever worked with and wanted me to be his regular supplier. Once business was sorted we got down to some hardcore groupie sex. I'll say one thing about the Shit In My Face boys, they certainly live up to their name. What a night.

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Everybody knows that the tastiest Dog Cock Frittata is made with meat that is fresh off the bone. There is no better way to do this than to harvest the cock whilst the dog is still alive, preferably with his tackle well out. I've found a good trick is to do your cooking at about 4 in the afternoon, when some attractive lady dogs are being walked past your window. If you're not fortunate enough to live in a busy dog thoroughfare, then just get some dog porn printed up and the job's a good 'un. You get the cleanest cut with some good garotte wire, you can get it for about three quid at Woolworths. Just get under the dog, have your arms in position, and at the opportune moment, whip your hands round and pull tight in one swift movement. Chop immediately and throw straight in the pan. Seasoned chefs will use the ancient Errol Flynn method of using their teeth. And that's how you'll be served cock at Casa Corin, probably with bite marks, they give the dish a lovely rustic finish. Buon Appetito!

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I was out in the Ashdown Forest today, for a spot of dogging and to catch some critters for dinner. I'm a woman, I can multi-task like that. Silly me though, I'd caught myself a delicious plump rabbit, but got distracted by a couple I'd spotted rutting up a tree. They were such a shhexy sight, I couldn't take my eyes off them. Anyway, the people I'd been sharing bodily fluids with but half an hour ago were loitering around. I thought they were hoping my hunting would get my horn going again or something, but I was very wrong. This fucking crack whore ran up to me, pinched the bunny from my bag and bit its head right off! I couldn't do a thing about it, both my hands were busy - one was holding the camera to get some photos of the titillating tree action and the other was busy, well, I'm sure you can guess. She proceeded to eat the thing in its entirety, I really wouldn't have minded but there are many better ways to serve a rabbit, that bitch realy offended my culinary sensibilities! I learnt an important lesson today, if you go dogging, make sure your valuables are safely stored away. Not everyone is a trustworthy as the likes of you and I. :( Blog update: A couple for you today, shocking revelations about the people who visit my website and another EXCLUSIVE glimpse into PPWP's annals.

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Everyone knows that the Gays love nothing better than sticking things up their toned, San Tropezed botbots, they rarely do anything else, according to a recent survey in The Daily Mail. My Export/Import business got an order in the other day for a selection of rare and endangered animals. I delivered by hand (it is my preferred method) to a trio of buffed-up boys in deepest darkest Kemptown. When they realised that their mail-girl was a notorious pervert, they asked me if I fancied staying on to watch. Well, it wasn't exactly dogging on the Dyke, of course, but I'm not one to turn down some XXX-voyeur action! They got the critters out of their Jiffy-bags, lubed them up and got shoving. My, oh, my. I tell you, you think you've seen hot shhex and then someone shoves a crocodile up their bum before buggering their loved one senseless with a clenched smile and a crazed look in their eyes. My goodness, I was so excited I couldn't sit down for a day or two. If you're looking to turn a gangbang into something people will pay top dollar for, get a croc up your arse as quickly as you can. There's no way on earth you'll regret it!

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Oh, there I was this morning, all of a quandry. I'd drunkenly invited some VIGs (Very Important Gays) to dinner but hadn't given myself time in my busy daily schedule to actually get to Lidl and buy some top nosh to serve to my guests... Fortunately, on my way home from pilates, I saw a woman drop a parcel as she was leaving Waitrose. It was organic strawberry-fed grey rat from Hungary, I couldn't have ordered a poncier dinner if I'd ordered Cream of Sum Yung Guy from the Golden Shower takeaway. Bavarian Rat makes for an extraordinarily delicate stew, when slow-cooked with aged port and lightly caramelised shallots. A delicacy! Mmmm. Bon Appetit.

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I'm breaking the Zooomr Terms of Service here, but it's WORTH IT! YAY!

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