Sunday, June 10, 2007

Jim Hall, where are you?

I have been looking for my long-lost friend for 5 long years now. I could not be a chicken-shit and just go to his mom's house, but I am as I said chicken-shit.

He was the best of friend a girl could have. My name is Heather Robb. His name is Jim Hall. We met in the most interesting of circumstances. We were both at our wits end. So, we sorta re-built our sanity together. We have crazy times...but they didn't last long enough.

We both lived in Toledo,Ohio. I now live in a suburb called Bowling Green. I am now married so my name is no longer Heather Robb...but rather Heather Stokes. I have been looking for him online for about 2 year now.

I guess I have been looking in the wrong channels because, I have yet to find him. Any ideas email me at I knew when I met him that everything would be ok again. I know that I am doing well now, I just want to share evrything with him.

He was everything a girl could ask for in a male-friend. I suppose his burual honestly is what set him apart from my other friends. He is older than me so I guess that maturity is what I needed in my life at that time in my life. Today he would be 33 years old. Now at 25, I see all the lessons he was trying to teach me.

I think he would be proud of what I have become. I am bipolar. I was a wreck when Jim met me. I was unstable, reckless, and damanding. Now, I can be calm. I have kept a relationship going w/ my husband for 3 years now. Again, I think he would be proud. Jim would probably laugh if he saw this post because I was always kinda sponatanous.

He used to me "kid"and I remember all the times we spent together so vividly. We had lost touch prevoiusly and when we re-connected it was like no time had passed. I hope with all my heart that we can reconnect again.

I miss you Jim. You were my best friend and I believe that we will see each other once again.

Thank for your time in reading my rant. Once again if you have any info or ideas email me at

Requesting all bloggers to carry this message on your blogs and help Heather


Anonymous said...

keshi is such a randy bitch.becuz her birthduy is near,she has started spate of birthduy posts.

hope a mouse chew ur ass on ur bday

Anonymous said...

i want honest feedback
answer these questions about me

How well do you know me?

Even if you don’t know the answers, have a guess… Go on, give it a go.

Summarize me in three words:

Where did we meet:

Take a stab at my middle name:

How long have you known me:

When is the last time that we saw each other:

Do I drink:

Am I happy:

Am I a good person:

What was your first impression of upon meeting/seeing me:

What’s one of my favorite things to do:

Am I funny:

How do you make me smile:

What’s my favorite type of music:

Have you ever seen me cry:

Can I sing?:

What is the best feature about me:

Am I shy or outgoing:

Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:

Do I have any special talents:

Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy,
snobby, or something else (what):

What is my favorite food:

If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be:

What is my worst habit:

Have you ever had a dream about me? If so, what?:

If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what is the one thing I
would bring?

Are we friends:

Do I believe in God?

Am I family oriented?

Who is my best friend?

Will you repost this so I can do it for you?

Copy and paste into the comments , then reply below the Q's.

Anonymous said...

The impossible is often the untried.

More quotes from John Goodwin

Vest said...

Filed under: MeMe
I stole this from. VEST DAILY GAGGLE, say's Jim, I thought it was interesting. You are supposed to answer the questions about me. Even if you don’t know the answers, have a guess… Go on, give it a go. JIM

Summarize me in three words: Where did we meet: In prison, I was the jailer.

Take a stab at my middle name: Pedro.

How long have you known me: since july 2005.

When is the last time that we saw each other:we have never met.

Do I drink: most of the time

Am I happy: Yes , all nutters are happy arn't they?

Am I a good person: Every one is good at something either good or bad.

What was your first impression of upon meeting/seeing me: Wow wotanutter

What’s one of my favorite things to do: Use the 'F' adjective.

Am I funny: As in the 'Rubber Room' at the 'Funny Farm' YES.

How do you make me smile: I have no idea.

What’s my favorite type of music: Sitar.

Have you ever seen me cry: No

can I sing? like a Camel.

What is the best feature about me: Your Shoes

Am I shy or outgoing:Definitely out going.

Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules: Very rebellious.

Do I have any special talents: Annoying people.

Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy,
snobby, or something else (what):Nerdy.

What is my favorite food: Chicken Curry.

If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be: Julia.

What is my worst habit:

Have you ever had a dream about me? If so, what?: No

If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what is the one thing I would bring?. A young woman.

Are we friends: but of course. I enjoy your banter.

Do I believe in God? more than likely.

Am I family oriented? not sure.

Who is my best friend?

Will you repost this so I can do it for you?

Anonymous said...


Margie said...

Hi Saby
Your answers to mine were very sweet....thank you!

I am a big aqua drink of choice.
Can't ever love Jake too much though!

I'm sorry I don't have any time to try and anwser yours...I'm heading off to work.

Take care....lots of smiles today...ok!


Anonymous said...

With her consent....................... 12 Calories
Without her consent.................... 187 Calories

With both hands........................ 8 Calories
With one hand.......................... 12 Calories
With your teeth........................ 85 Calories
With your teeth through her shirt.....108 Calories

With an erection....................... 6 Calories
Without an erection.................... 315 Calories

Trying to find the clitoris............ 8 Calories
Trying to find the G-Spot.............. 92 Calories

Missionary..................................... 12 Calories
69 lying down............................... 78 Calories
69 standing up............................. 112 Calories
Wheelbarrow................................ 216 Calories
Doggy Style............................ .....326 Calories
Italian chandelier. (just look it up).. 912 Calories

Real................................... 112 Calories
False.................................. 315 Calories

Lying in bed hugging................... 18 Calories
Getting up immediately................. 36 Calories
Explaining why you got out of bed immediately......816 Calories

If you are:
20-29 years old........................ 36 Calories
30-39 years............................ 80 Calories
40-49 years............................ 124 Calories
50-59 years............................ 972 Calories
60-69 years............................ 2916 Calories
70 and over......................... Results are still pending

Calmly................................. 32 Calories
In a hurry............................. 98 Calories
With her father knocking at the door... 1218 Calories
With your wife knocking at the door.... 3521 Calories

Andrew The Asshole said...

u and keshi are not in talking terms?your comments were always hilarious..

Jim said...

"Being an Asshole, is to speak the truth even if it offends or hurts in a politically correct world."

- says Andrew the Asshole

Anonymous said...

something to cheeeeerrrr u up saby


the rev tsevnisau said...

SABY is a very wicked young man and needs to be castrated like a dog.

Girly_Girl said...

Thanks for visiting my blog! And, no, DC does not 'have the hots' for me. He's getting ready to marry a very good friend of mine. Andrew the Asshole, however, is a different story!! :)

Right, Andrew?

Rex Venom said...

Fun times, old boy. I like the posts, but I stay for the comment section. hehehehe.
Rock on!

Anonymous said...

Science is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon eternal truths. Art is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon things beautiful and immortal and ever-changing. To morals belong the lower and less intellectual spheres.

More quotes from Oscar Wilde

Anonymous said...

yed zavya..aai zavadya chup

Anonymous said...

rex u make my heart go plop! plop!


Anonymous said...

first reminder for Keshis bday on June 25

Anonymous said...

thanks for ur interesting post, jimmy-chan!!
this is so very true!!
my sis had good relationship with dad, so she used to have older boy frens resembring him.
in the meanwhile, i had very bad relation with dad, so i cant bear someone looks like him :P

Jim said...

By DEB RIECHMANN, Associated Press Writer
18 minutes ago

WASHINGTON - Vetoing a stem cell bill for the second time, President Bush on Wednesday sought to placate those who disagree with him by signing an executive order urging scientists toward what he termed "ethically responsible" research in the field.


Bush announced no new federal dollars for stem cell research, which supporters say holds the promise of disease cures, and his order would not allow researchers to do anything they couldn't do under existing restrictions.

Announcing his veto to a roomful of supporters, Bush said, "If this legislation became law, it would compel American taxpayers for the first time in our history to support the deliberate destruction of human embryos. I made it clear to Congress and to the American people that I will not allow our nation to cross this moral line."

He vetoed similar embryonic stem cell legislation last July.

His executive order encourages scientists to work with the government to add other kinds of stem cell research to the list of projects eligible for federal funding — so long as it does not create, harm or destroy human embryos.

Democrats dismissed Bush's veto as a moral affront, and his executive order as a meaningless gesture meant to trick people into thinking he had advanced stem cell research. They said they would hold votes to try to override the veto — or at least give the issue more air time.

"We also intend to continue bringing this up until we have a pro-stem cell president and a pro-stem cell Congress," said one of the House's chief sponsors, Rep. Diana DeGette, D-Colo.

Senate Democrats were expected to begin the process by trying to attach embryonic stem cell legislation this week to a must-pass appropriations bill for the Labor and Health and Human Services departments. By the 2008 elections, they predicted, Bush's veto of new public funding for embryonic stem cell research would be a top priority of voters in the congressional and presidential elections.

Public opinion polls

From siderney ostrayer said...

many small variations on this classic rhyme and
this is the one which seems to me to be the best.

The Ballad of Eskimo Nell

Gather 'round, all you whorey,
Gather 'round, and hear my story.

When a man grows old and his balls grow cold,
And the tip of his prick turns blue;
When it bends in the middle like a one-string fiddle,
He can tell you a tale or two.
So pull up a chair and stand me a drink,
And a tale to you I'll tell
About Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
And a harlot named Eskimo Nell.

When Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Go forth in search of fun,
It's Dead-Eye Dick that swings the prick,
And Mexican Pete the gun.
When Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Are sore, depressed and sad,
It's always a cunt that bears the brunt,
But the shooting's not so bad.

Now Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Lived down by Dead Man's Creek,
And such was their luck that they'd had no fuck
For nigh on half a week.
Oh, a moose or two, and a caribou,
And a bison cow or so,
But for Dead-Eye Dick with his kingly prick,
This fucking was mighty slow.

Dick pound on his cock with a huge piece of rock,
And he said, "I want to play!,
It's been almost a week at this fucking creek,
With no cunt coming my way!"
So, do or dare, this horny pair
Set off for the Rio Grande:
Dead-Eye Dick with his kingly prick,
And Pete with his gun in hand.

Then, as they blazed their noisy trail,
No man, their path withstood.
Many a bride, her husband's pride,
A pregnant widow stood.
They reached the strand of the Rio Grand
At the height of a blazing noon.
To slake their thirst, and do their worst,
They sought Black Mike's saloon.

The swinging doors they pushed back wide,
Both prick and gun flashed free.
"According to sex, you bleeding wrecks,
You'll drink or you'll fuck with me!"
Now, they'd heard of the prick of Dead-Eye Dick,
From the Yukon to Panama,
So, with scarcely worse than a muttered curse,
The fellows all sought the bar.

When Dick walked in to a house of sin,
The whores all cursed their luck,
Not even a tart dared let out a fart,
When he said - "I want to fuck!"
The girls they knew of his playful ways
Down on the Rio Grande,
And forty whores pulled down their drawers
At Dead-eye Dick's command.

For they saw the finger of Mexican Pete
Move on the trigger grip,
So they didn't wait and at a fearful rate
Those whores began to strip.
Now, Dead-Eye Dick was breathing quick
With lecherous snorts and grunts,
So forty butts were bared to view,
And likewise forty cunts.

Now, forty butts and forty cunts,
If you can use your wits,
And if you're slick, at arithmetic,
Makes exactly eighty tits.
Sure, eighty tits are a gladsome sight
For a man with a raging stand.
It may be rare in Berkeley Square,
But not on the Rio Grande!

Now Dead-Eye Dick had fucked a few
On the last preceding night,
This he had done just to have some fun
And to whet his appetite.
His phallic limb was in fucking trim.
As he backed and took a run,
He made a dart at the nearest tart,
and scored a hole in one.

The lady he bore to the dusty floor,
And there he filled her fine,
And though she grinned, it put the wind
Up the other thirty-nine.
When Dead-Eye Dick lets loose his prick,
He has no time to spare,
With speed and strength, combined with length,
He fairly singes hair.

He had made a dart at the next fair tart,
When into that harlot's hell
Strode a gentle maid who was unfraid:
Her name was Eskimo Nell.
But Dead-Eye Dick had got his prick
Well into number two,
When Eskimo Nell let out a yell.
She bawled to him, "Hey, you!"

Dick gave a flick of his muscular prick,
And the girl flew over his head,
He then wheeled about with an angry shout;
His face and his balls were red.
Nell glanced our hero up and down,
His looks she seemed to decry.
With utter scorn, she sneered at the horn
Which rose from his hairy thigh.

She blew the smoke of her cigarette
All over his steaming knob.
So utterly beat was Mexican Pete
That he failed to do his job.
It was Eskimo Nell who broke the spell
In accents clear and cool:
"You cunt-struck shrimp of a Yankee pimp!
You call that thing a tool?

"If this here town can't take that down,"
She said to those cowering whores,
"There's another cunt that can do the stunt,
But it Eskimo Nell's, not yours."
She dropped her garments one by one
With an air of consumate pride,
And as she stood in her womanhood,
They saw the Great Divide.

She seated herself on a table top,
Where someone had left a glass.
With a twitch of her tits, she crushed it to bits
Between the cheeks of her ass.
She flexed her knees with supple ease,
And spread her thighs apart.
With a friendly nod to the mangy sod,
She gave him the cue to start.

Now, Dead-Eye Dick knew more than one trick,
And he meant to take his time,
For a woman like this was orgasmic bliss,
So he played the pantomime.
He flexed his asshole to and fro,
And made his balls inflate,
Until they looked like the granite knobs
On the top of a palace gate.

He blew his anus inside out,
His balls increased in size,
His mighty prick grew twice as thick
And reached almost to his eyes.
He polished his dick with alcohol,
Then, to make it steaming hot,
He finished the job, when he sprinkled his knob
With a cayenne pepperpot.

Then he did neither start to run
Nor did he take a leap,
Nor did he stoop, but with a swoop
Began a steady, forward creep.
As a marksman might, he took a sight
Along his mighty tool,
And his steady grin as he pushed it in
Showed a calculated cool.

Have you ever seen the pistons
On the mighty C.P.R.,
With the driving force of a thousand horse?
Well, then you know what pistons are.
Or, you think you do, but you've yet to see
The ins and outs of the trick
Of the work that's done on a non-stop run
By a fellow like Dead-Eye Dick.

But Eskimo Nell was no infidel,
As good as a whole harem
With the strength of ten in her abdomen
And the Rock of Ages between.
With nary a scream, she could take the stream
Like the flush of a watercloset.
Now, she gripped his cock like a Chatswood Lock
On the National Safe Deposit.

But Dead-Eye Dick would not come quick,
He meant to conserve his powers,
For if he'd a mind, he'd grind and grind
For sixteen solid hours.
Nell lay a while with a subtle smile,
Then the grip of her cunt grew keener,
And a squeeze of her thigh then sucked him dry
With the ease of a vacuum cleaner.

She performed this trick in a way so slick
As to set in complete defiance
The principal cause and basic laws
That govern sexual science.
She calmly rode through the phallic code
Which for years had withstood the test,
And the ancient rules of the classic schools
In a moment or two, went west.

Right here, my friend, we come to the end
Of copulation's classic:
The effect on Dick was sudden and quick
And akin to an anaesthetic.
He fell to the floor, and he knew no more,
His passions extinct and dead,
Nor did he shout as his cock fell out,
Though 'twas stripped right down to a thread.

Then, Mexican Pete did leap to his feet
To avenge his pal's affront,
With a jarring jolt of his blue-nosed Colt,
He rammed it up Nellie's cunt.
He rammed it hard to the trigger guard,
Then fired two times three,
But to his surprise, Nell closed her eyes
And smiled in ecstacy.

She rose to her feet with a smile so sweet,
Then "Bully," she said, "for you.
Though I might have guessed that that was the best
That you two poor pimps could do.
"When next, my friend, that you intend
To sally forth for fun,
Buy Dead-Eye Dick a sugar stick,
And yourself an elephant gun.

"I'm going forth to the frozen North
Where the peckers are hard and strong,
Back to the land of the frozen stand
Where the nights are six months long.
"It's hard as tin when they put it in
In the land where spunk is spunk.
Not a trickling stream of lukewarm cream,
But a solid, frozen chunk.

"Back to the land where they understand
What it means to fornicate,
Where even the dead sleep two in a bed
And the babies masturbate.
"Back to the land of the grinding gland,
Where the walrus plays with his prong,
Where the polar bear wanks off in his lair,
That's where they'll sing this song.

"They'll tell this tale on the Arctic trail
Where the nights are sixty below,
Where it's so damn cold the jonnies are sold
Wrapped up in a ball of snow.
"In the Valley of Death with baited breath,
That's where they'll sing it too,
Where the skeletons rattle in sexual battle
And the rotting corpses screw.

"Back to the land where men are Men,
I'll say 'Terra Bellicum,'
And there I'll spend my worthy end,
For the North is calling: 'Come!'"
Then Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Slunk away from the Rio Grande,
Dead-Eye Dick with his useless prick,
And Pete with no gun in his hand.

When a man grows old and his balls grow cold,
And the tip of his prick turns blue,
And the hole in the middle refuses to piddle,
I'd say he was fucked, wouldn't you?

Anonymous said...

Lesson 2
A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown
to reveal a leg.
The priest nearly had an accident.
After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.
The nun said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?"
The priest removed his hand.
But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.
The nun once again said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?"
The priest apologised "Sorry sister but the flesh is weak".
Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way. On his arrival at the church,
the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129.
It said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory."
Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a
great opportunity.

fred said...

jim sux nigger sperm

hellbunny said...

Hope Heather found her man

Anonymous said...

i love saby he is so cool.
cool like a tampon in summer. i love you, saby, lick my blood.

Jim said...

Heather: 2-19