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Page 1 | Page 2 This is not a 'blog' because that's a fucking gay term. This is my steamy HOT Log. The contents of this page are factual, except for the parts I make up. I was out for a throwback night with my cronies. The evening began in AC's cofortable kitchen, in her Worcester Apartment, the overhead florecent light was just right, the hi-fi was in the background, and the beer..... was delicious. "What's the secret AC?"After a hearty meal of ravioli and delicious chicken we headed out to the bar. It was I, HOT Karl, Tony Beans and AC. We aimed our sites on a trendy little place, which had a nice atmosphere, overpriced drinks, and music videos play that somehow were all 'promo only'. It was amazing at the connects the owner must have to get so many promotional videos. A few drinks and $150 later, we stumbled out the door, loaded up into our cars and headed out. I awoke to Tony sitting across the room, losing his shirt while playing internet poker, He remarked, "HOT Karl!", and I replied, "Wooo!". Next he questioned me about my comfort level, as I was in the fetal position that is required when sleeping on a loveseat which is far too short for sleeping. As I sat up, I looked at the end table next to me and spotted a wounded soldier, Tony said "Hey HOT Karl, it looks like you've got a left over beer there.", to which I replied, "Do I? Or was I just saving it for this morning?". Perplexed for a moment, we then both broke into laughter. We had had quite a bit to drink the night before, and we had also partaken in some other vices as well. Late into the evening, we had been described as 'high as bastards'. Just then Monty, aka Moolie... the cat, jumped up on my lap. Sizing me up, he advanced to my upper arm, and began to suck. There's nothin' like being sucked by a cat. As I took a pull on my beer, fuzzy memories of the previous night's escapades began to slink into my brain. I remembered how I had a feeling of waking, I knew the TV was on, but I couldn't see anything. Then I realized my eyes were shut, so I tried opening them only to find that the effect of having them closed for a period of time had created a glue like substance that bound my eyelid to my contact lense, and my contact to my eyeball. I managed to get my eyes open and useful enough to see my surroundings. It was then that I realized that I was sitting up, and that I had passed out after become as 'high as a bastard'. So I got up and headed to the bathroom to relieve my bulging bladder that had been the cause of my awakening. After stumbling to the bathroom, pissing (and probably missing, sorry AC), I found my way back to the living room, shut off the blasting TV, peeled my contacts out of my eyes and passed out again. The day started off a bit earlier than the usual Saturday morning. I awoke from my slumber, hanging a bit. I took care of that with the breakfast of champions, Bud Light. After a couple of cups of coffee, scrambled eggs doused in HOT sauce (HOT pepper sauce that is, I save the HOT Karl sauce for the ladies), and a nice HOT steamy shit I showered and headed out. Feeling good and traveling light I traversed the mean streets of the 'rose and made my way to the train station. I was on my way to meet Tony and AC in the big city to go apartment hunting. The first leg of my trip was fairly uneventful. I sat on the train across from a couple of russians. The train car was relatively empty, and I stared out the window most of the time. Finally my stop arrived and I disembarked the train into a subway station where I would transfer to the next train. The next train I got onto was on the oldest line of the subway system, which has many twists and turns to it. The next train arrived soon after I had gotten to the station. The car I got onto had only three or four other people in it. Two of which were some rather attrative college age girls. "Hello ladies", I said, I'm HOT Karl." They both giggled and the taller one said, "We know who you are HOT Karl". Then the other one chimed in, "Yeah we've heard all about you". Then sheepishly, "Would you sign my boob?" "But of course", I said and then sign her tit, with my toungue. Just then the train arrived at the next station, and the train car filled with people. Luckily I had a seat, but the number of people was so great that all I could see was a sea of clothing. While the train did move slowly, the turns that the train took gave an odd sensation. I could tell the train was turning, could almost see the car bend. But I knew it was just my head, and the ounce of mushrooms I had eaten before hand. Over the next few stations the number of people fluctuated some. At the 4th stop, a really HOT early 20s HOTtie got on. She entered my veiw and caught my eye. She mouthed to me "You're HOT Karl!". I just nodded. She looked for an openning to approach me, but there were too many people on the train. At the next stop a lot of people got off, and the HOTtie came over and sat next to me. "Hi, I'm Mindy." "Hi Mindy, of course you know, I'm HOT Karl" "Ooooh yeah.", Mindy chimed, "How bout we get off this train and you give me a HOT Karl." "Ooooh yeah. But are you sure you can handle a HOT Karl from HOT Karl?" Just then the train doors openned at the next stop. Mindy grabbed me by my cock and dragged me off the train. After it was over Mindy was left covered in my HOT Karl sauce twitching with pleasure in a dark stairwell. I reboarded a later train and was once again on my way to meet Tony and AC. Naturally I arrived at the meeting place a bit late, and they had already viewed the first apartment. The opinion of it was split, AC thought it was fairly nice, and Tony thought it was a complete slum. And an expensive slum at that. The description of clothes and trash decorating the apartment, with the scent of dog urine complimenting it, made me glad I missed it. After seeing the next apartment, which both AC and I thought was pretty nice, and Tony thought was a complete slum, we headed back down to the car with the realtor. The realtor offered some rental applications. As he openned his car the oder of rotten fish wafted out. Once the whole, nice to meet you, thanks for your time crap, we got out of there, and over to meet up for the next apartment. The next realtor showed up and we followed her, for what seemed like 10 miles, to the next apartment. It was located on a quiet street directly across from some damn Jehova's Witnesses church. As we walked up, the woman waiting to show us the apartment looked hauntingly farmiliar. "Hi, I'm Mindy", she said. This kind of freaked me out, then I realized, this was Mrs. Mindy. Tony and AC introduced themselves. "Hi I'm HOT Karl", I said, and under my breath "yeah, I just fucked your daughter in the ass in a dark subway stairwell". She gave me a funny look, almost as if she knew, and wanted some too. "Come on in, let me show you around" So we all went inside to see the apartment. It had really big rooms, two floors, gigantic radiators, and felt like it hadn't been maintained in about twenty years. We peaked in all the rooms, asked the standard questions, and then got the hell out of there. I arrived in Worcester earlier than usual. The plan was to meet up with Tony and later we would hook up with Mike Lowell to watch the game. Not sure where to meet Tony and I were driving around Wootown in our own cars, I in the Red Ninja and Tony in the Blacura. We decided to meet up at Mike Lowell's place and get drunk on his porch while we waited for him to get back. As I was closer to the house of Mike Lowell, I picked up some 'stones and met Tony over there. We decided on heading to AC's Worcester Apartment instead. I left the Red Ninja on Mike Lowell's street and we headed off in the Blacura. As we were arriving at AC's Worcester Apartment, AC was just heading out to pick up some 'classy' beer. As Tony had just polished off a 20oz of water he was ripe for a piss. Unfortunately AC's roommate, the Seducer, was in the shower. So being the resouceful MBA he is, he went in the pantry and pissed in the water bottle. Now, what to do with a bottle full of piss? Of course the first thought is, put it in the fridge. So to kill time before the game we decided to crack open some 'stones and look for weird shit and porn on the internet. After a few minutes I was on my third stone and Tony was only about a quarter done with his first one. Just then, the Seducer came in to see what we were doing. When she found out, she started in with some of her favorite sites. AC arrived with the classy beer and the girls began their boozing. Tony finally had finished his first beer. So I grabbed my 8th stone, and one for Tony as well. Finally it was time for the game to begin, so we all headed for the living room for the triumphant comeback of the Bo Sox in game 3. After a few innings Mike Lowell showed up with a bottle of Ice 101, or some shit like that. Mike Lowell offered it up for some shots. Being in a very lucid frame of mind I decided to have one. Next thing I remember is the Bo Sox getting their asses handed to them. Then there was Mike Lowell, booting like a champ in the bathroom. I awoke suddenly. It was pitch black, and I was a little unsure of where I was. Then I heard a voice. It was Mike Lowell. He was on his cellie, talking to the woman. As usual, I realized I had my contacts still in my eyes, and thus could barely open them. I somehow managed to find the bathroom to relieve my bladder, no bottle for HOT Karl. Ready to peel off my contacts that I had no case for, I noticed some contact solution in the bathroom, and set off to find a container to put them in. I came upon a glass in the kitchen. It had no apparent soilage so I scooped it up and deposited my contacts and some solution in it. I returned to the livingroom to the luxury love seat the was to be my bed that evening. I found Mike Lowell still on the phone. I found my way to the love seat and grabbed around to find a blanket, and hopefully a pillow. Mike Lowell staggered to his feet and managed to make it to the door. "Oh shit man", he gurgled, "I drank way too much". "Yeah you did", I said. "HOT Karl, I'm gonna head out", as he grabbed the door frame to keep from tumbling over. So I was messin' around with this chick, she was sucking my dick, and what not. Then I started fuckin' her raw dog. And it was good. We were goin' at it for a while, then she's all like 'you got a rubber?'. And I was like, 'no'. So she was like 'well, then just fuck me in the ass'. So I was like 'sure', cuz I just wanted to get off. So I was fucking this chick in the ass, raw dog style. And so I'm like 'I'm gonna cum in your ass' So I look down, and there's this mini shit lying there. History had been made, and I was on my way to Wooburg to view Game 1 of the first World Series since '86. Watching baseball in Worcester, that sounds farmiliar. As I was entering Wootown in the Red Ninja, I gave Tony a call on the cellie to find out where the shit was going down. "HOT Karl!", he exclaimed. "SO what's goin' on?" I query. "We're gonna watch the game on the wide screen at the Melansion." "Nice." "AC and I are gonna pick up some dinner and a thirty rack." "Nice." We both signed off and I navigated the Red Ninja over to the Melansion. I arrived at the Melansion to find John stepping out of his car. We greeted eachother and went inside. John began to tidy up a little, but not before pouring a HOT glass of whiskey for each of us. A few minutes later Tony and AC arrived and broke out the booze and food. We settled in to watch the game. We started to throw back the Pabst, and for once Tony was keeping up with me. AFter we had killed about eight or nine each Mike Lowell arrived and knocked back a couple himself. We then decided, with the exception of John, to head over to the Illustrious Sex's house for the end of the game. When we arrived there was already a crowd of people, so we squeezed in and continued to work on the pabst. The game was deep into the late innings and we were deep into the pabst 30 rack. When all was said and done, we had killed 28 pabst, the Red Sox had won game one, and Tony was out on the back porch projectile vomitting. It was Wednesday, and I was headed to Mbro to veiw some homes, perhaps one that would be up to Tony's standards that we could buy. I was meeting Tony, AC, John, and our real estate agent Fabio. After seeing some shit boxes in Mbro, one filled with mexicans, we followed Fabio to Fham. There we came upon a quaint little place. To our amazement, Tony seemed to not be repulsed by the place. It was a nice little number with a decent backyard, you gotta have a nice backyard. When we finished viewing the house, we thanked Fabio for his time and headed on out. We picked up our respective cars and headed back to Worcester. Tony and I stopped off to have a smart bit to eat allong the way. While in the restaruant, Tony having stepped out to check his car for some keys, the waitress came over and asked, "You're HOT Karl, aren't you?" "Why yes I am", I jauntily replied. "HOT Karl, do you think I could suck you off in the back?" "Well, I am HOT Karl, so I'm always up for a good time." I followed her to the back of the restaraunt and she sucked me like it was going out of style. When I returned to the table, I found Tony polishing off his 3rd slice of pizza, and the Red Sox up 1-0 in the second after a Johnny Damon home run. "Hey, suck down some pie and lets get the hell out of here", he said, "we gotta go watch the game". So I scarfed down a few pieces and we headed out. We headed over to the famous Sex's house to watch a bit of the game. We arrived to find Sex, Pasty, and Eric there. They were about a third in the bag, so we had to play a little catch up. We shotgunned some pabst's that had been left over from the weekend, then killed a couple of warm beers that were laying around. After another couple of innings the sox were up 3-0 and we decided to head out to the bar. Being the efficiency experts we are, we all took separate cars. We rendezvoued at Liet's and headed on in. It was a bit more empty than I had expected. We grabbed some drinks, put back a couple of shots each and watched the game. The atmosphere was electric. You could almost cut the tension with a knife. There was magic in the air and it felt like something amazing was going to take place that evening. Suddenly I heard a comotion behind me and someone said, "sorry about that bud" to me. I turned and saw that the guy behind me had been dowsed with beer. It wasn't really a big deal, though I was a little annoyed since I'd probably end up going to work in the same clothes the next day. The Sox had gotten a couple more runs and suddenly it was the nineth inning. The top of the inning was a bit intense, but quick. Now the bottom of the nineth inning was on. The Red Sox lead in the series 3-0. They were up in the game 5-0 and it was down to the wire. The time was nye, and something huge was going to happen. One out... two outs... Foulke hurrles the pitch... a swing..... a grounder back to Foulke..... the ball leaves his hand, on its way to first.......... a shower of alcohol rains down as the ball continues over the infield and is snagged at first..... the final out. My first thought was, 'well guess that beer getting spilled on me didn't really matter'. There was a deafening roar for about the next half hour. Cars passing by honked their horns and people on the street were screaming at the top of thier lungs. Once outside Tony said, "Hey HOT Karl, you wanna get some cigarettes?". Since I was high on the Red Sox World Championship win, and drugs, I said sure. We headed across the street to the Mobil and picked up a pack on Marby Reds. We headed back out and met up with AC. Suddenly I had lost them, and headed back to the Red Ninja. I got a call on the cellie, it was Tony telling me that the plan was to head back to AC's. Fortunately the shortest way there I had only taken once, shitfaced, with AC navigating, poorly. Amazingly, and probably with many wrong turns, I made it over there. We sparked up some stoogies and butts and started destroying our lungs. I awoke the next morning at about 6am. I had a vague recollection of looking at a clock when I fell asleep and it read 2:30am. I became aware of my surroundings and realized that I had taken the cushions off the loveseat, not sure why I didn't try that before, and was lying on the floor. I decided that it was far too early to get up and nodded off.I finally dragged my ass off the floor and cleaned myself up for work. I smelled my shirt to assess the situation and vomitted in a nearby trash can. I headed to the bathroom to drain the lizard and wash up a bit. There was no time for a shower so I washed my face and arms, cuz that'd make a difference. Then I head to the living room to put in my contacts. Naturally I couldn't find them, and since I had no glasses with me I had to hunt around AC's apartment completely blind. Eventually I discovered that Monty, that moolie fuck, had knocked the case onto the floor and all the solution had spilled out. Amazingly on lense was still moist and the other only had a little drying around the edge, which felt wonderful when I put it in. I hit the road and picked up some coffee at dunkie's. I arrived at work late, reeking of stale booze, and cigars, and cigarette smoke. I smelled so bad I had to buy body spray at lunch just so that I could stand being around myself for the rest of the day. The huffing of butts the night before also left me with a hacking cough, always a compliment to smelling like ass. The solid 4 hours of sleep left me with my head in the clouds. Luckily I'm HOT Karl, so I didn't get canned. I, HOT, headed out to the Wootizzle. I had a HOT date scheduled for that evening. I had finally been able to pencil in the Seducer, as she had been constantly harassing me to take her out. Of course HOT Karl has to make time for all the ladies. The plan was, a nice HOT dinner, followed by getting HOT at ShBooms. And of course the night would be topped off as usual with some HOT action. I arrived in HOT time at the Seducer's, and AC's, place. As their doorbell is sketchy at best, I whipped out the cellie and gave the Seducer a ring. "Hello?", she inquired. "This is HOT.", I replied. "Ok, I'll be right down." "Alright, just don't keep the HOT waiting." I'm not a big fan of waiting around for the ladies, you see. I get bored easily, so if a lady is taking too long, I just call up one of my backups and head on out. A few moments later the Seducer arrived at the door, looking ravishing. "I'm ready!", she chirped, "Let's go!" HOT Karl does turn up the charm and class a bit when out with a lady, so I let this little outburts go. We headed out to the Red Ninja and sped off. "So where are you taking me?", queried the Seducer. "Where I take all my first dates", I repied, "McDonalds. And since you're looking so ravishing this evening, I'll even let you Super Size your meal." We arrived at McDonalds to find a very short wait in the drive through. We pulled up to ordering window. She had the #3, and didn't super size it. I had the #HOT, with extra HOT sauce. I pulled up to the next window to pay and get our HOT meals. I then navigated the Red Ninja out of the parking lot and to a secluded little spot just off the highway. There we ate our meals, and briefly got to know eachother. By this time it was nearly 11:30, so we headed off to ShBooms for some HOT dancing. I used my superb driving skills to tear through the streets of Wootown and found a parking space right in front of ShBooms. Well it wasn't really a parking space, there was a fire hydrant there, but the fire department doesn't mind if HOT Karl parks there. We entered the club, free of charge, because I'm HOT Karl. Of course on the way in I met a barrage of hotties wanting me to sign something nasty on them or perform HOT actions to them. But since I was out with a lady, my classiness limited me to just signing some tits. This naturally made the Seducer jealous. "I hope you're atleast going to sign my boobs." she scoffed. "Of course I will", I replied, "with my load." With that we entered ShBooms, with its intoxicating three rooms of music, and liquor. I naturally headed for the bar, as I am a raging alcoholic, and purchased a couple of beers, and a Corona with lime for the Seducer. We then headed to the back room to meet up with Tony, AC, and several others in our merry band. Upon finding them, several of the ladies in the group were having a 'discussion' with a couple of fellows. Two-Four was especially verbal, later leading to physical, wherein she pushed one of the fellows and had to be restrained from attacking him further. The Seducer and I then headed to the dance floor to heat things up a bit. Twelve beers later, the Seducer had had 2, we headed out on our way back to the Seducer and AC's place. I expertly maneuvered the Red Ninja through the jungle of the Woo. Once we arrived, we headed upstairs for a few nightcaps, and some HOT action. I had barely downed my third drink when the Seducer, as is what normally happens with the ladies, threw me down on her bed and began to ravage me. After examining my tonsils, she smothered me with her luscious melons. "I'm gonna make you scream!", she taunted. "That's a little forward don't you...", I began, but could not finish as she left me speechless. I'm not sure what she did, but moments later she began painting the pole, and paying close attention to the boys as well. I awoke the next morning, naked and well rested, the Seducer laying next to me. Tony and AC were in the kitchen carrying on about something or another. As I entered, they began applauding. "Yeah HOT!", shouted Tony. "HOT, put on some clothes and lets get breakfast", AC chirped. "Ok." It was Tuesday evening, and I was headed to Nbro for a HOT meeting with Tony and Enewt, our high class real estate agent. We were ironing out the details of our offer on the HOT townhouse we were looking at buying. I, HOT, would of course be providing the DP with my millions. Tony would be providing the credit, because HOT Karl doesn't like paying bills on time. After almost two hours we had finally hammer everything out, Enewt would draft up the letter and send it out in the morning. Tony and I headed out, he to the Blacura and I to the Red Ninja. Tony headed east for a bit of home time, and I headed west as I had pencilled in the Seducer for dinner and a quickie. As the meeting had run a bit long I decided to give the Seducer a ring on the cellie. "Hello?" answered the Seducer. "This is HOT" I replied, "I'm running a bit late, but I'll be there in 5. So be ready, and don't forget to look ravishing." "Oh, of course I will!", she chirped. Four minutes and thirty eight seconds later I arrived a the Seducer's place. I acesnded the steps and rang the bell. Shortly thereafter, the Seducer arrived at the door, "Right on time", she said. "But of course", I replied, "I'm HOT Karl!". "So where are you taking me this time?", qweried the Seducer. "Well, ", I replied, "I thought we could partake of some Taco Bell." And with that we headed out for for some Taco nosh. We hit the drive through and enjoyed our tacos on the way back to the Seducer's pad. As is the usual with taco bell, the food was terrible. As my negotiation of the Wootown streets in the Red Ninja is superb, we arrived in good time. Once upstairs, we headed straight for the bedroom. After a HOT quickie, the Seducer exclaimed "Wow, you drilled me good." "Yeah, you weren't so bad yourself", I responded, "and now I must bid you adieu." And with that I dressed and headed out. There I was, tearing down the road, with a big smile on my face. I was travelling on the highway, through some lights when I noticed a lone car turning onto the highway behind me. Moments later blue lights began flashing on the car. It was the fuzz. The cop pulled up behind me and motioned to pull the Red Ninja over, I obliged. Once the cop had approached the car he asked for my license and registration. "What's the hurry tonight?", the cop inquired. "No hurry", I replied. "Well I got you going 120 through that intersection back there." "Look at me kid, I'm HOT." "Did you just call me kid?" "Yeah, you moolie fuck pig fuck fuck." "Oh ok.", replied the cop, "Well, I guess you're free to go. But try to keep it under 120." "Fuck you, you pig", I retorted. "Ok, fine. Fuck me, go 120." And with that I snatched my license and registration from the cop's hand and lay down two HOT patches as I sped off. Well, it finally happened, my HOT Log got too big. 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