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Tha Ruthless 0rganization
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Quinn's Great Day at School
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By: Quinn the Eskimo DEC 15, `95
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Note: Some of the names in this story have been changed to protect the
guilty. Changed names will be noted with a (*) mark. This file is
something Quinn wrote before joining TR0 and has been edited from the
original version. Have fun - Editor Gangsta
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Here is the fascinating, yet somehow endearing tale of Quinn's great day
at school. It's a long one, so get comfy. Grab a beer, snuggle up and get
ready to read. Good...
I am sitting in Psychology class, minding my own business. Ever notice
how all my stories begin in Psych class? Super... Start on your chart,
motherfucker and hand me that thing.
There is this real tall and slender asian beauty who sits a few rows
over. She has got the nicest ass and legs I've ever seen. She accentuates
it with a mini-skirts and short-shorts. A real cock-teaser.
I want to please 'er like a weezer, geezer. I want to glue sandpaper to
the sides of her twat and ass and spend the whole day lighting matches in her
orifices. I want to have hot monkey love with her and her mom. Get the
picture?
I'm going to abduct this hot-little Chinktramp and take her out to the
woods to have sex with her head. I'll go in through her nasal cavity. I'll
pluck her eyes out and fuck her optical nerve. Anything, I don't care.
I'll pull my cock-meat out of her ear and shoot my wad in her hair and
she will moan, "Oh Quinn you're such a man." Then she would thank me and I
slice her tits off and dump her body in the lake. I'm really getting into
this fantasy now.
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Office aide interrupts me to give me a note. Damn it. I open it and it
reads:
ÚÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿
³ Mrs. Welch 2nd period ³
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³ Please send Quinn to the ³
³ gamma sub-school office ³
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³ If he's taking a test or ³
³ skipping like the little ³
³ nigger that he is, please ³
³ contact me. Thank U! ³
³ ³
³ -Sue Kirk. ³
ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ
Shit!!! The principal wants to talk to me. Probably because I've been
skipping Calculus every damn day for the past 9 weeks.
I jaunt on down to her office. No shit, I jaunted. I see Paul, the
friendly All-American football-playin' cock-knockin' office aide. Keep in
mind that I'm in a slightly-pissed off mood since I hate missing any of my
three-hour lunch period.
I haven't seen Paul since 9th grade Biology. I decide I'll give him the
business. I trot over to Paul with my hand extended for a shake and a
huge shiteatin' grin plastered on my face.
"Hi there, Paul!", I shout just a little-too-loud.
"Uh, hi, uh. Quinn.", replies the staggeringly brilliant Paul.
Let me tell you more about our friend Paul. I think I've got him pegged
pretty neatly. He's a well-off young man with classical good looking features
to match. His complexion is the type that probably burns easy. He has the
vague, but not unpleasant touch of a simian to his face. Top it off with some
menacing eyebrows, really-fuckin' curly blonde hair, and beady brown eyes and
you've got Paul.
He's the type with lots of free time often spent roaming the shabby
pleasure areas of big cities. He hangs out with his preppy well-heeled faggot
friends. Sometimes on foot but more often in their Mustang 5.0s.
He is a queer-stomper. Queers, as everyone knows, must be eradicated.
Save our bathrooms for democracy. Queer stompers are a thick-witted, albeit
careful breed. They rarely venture beyond the twilight pleasure areas into
the full darkness of the ghettos. When they do, they get the righteous
indignity beaten out of them.
Anyhow, he just stares at my hand. He apprehensively touches it.
Lightly at first, apparently thinking it might turn out to be a penis. I
tightly clasp his hand in both of mine. I begin to shake. And shake. I
shake and shake with real vigor. I squeeze his fingers. Hard. Paul finds
it necessary to disengage.
"Jesus, you're a homo, man.", grunts the ever-witty Paul.
"You a queer-stomper, pal?", says me.
"What?"
"Nothing. Never mind."
"What'd you say!?"
"I said forget it."
"Screw you, buddy. You're slicker than goose-shit." exeunts the dickwad
with disgusted demeanor.
I start to snicker like a bigger nigger than digger. I really strike
myself funny sometimes. I will often sit and just laugh at the shit that
streams through my mind. Ho-de-do. Ho-de-fucking-do. Back to the story. I
saunter into Mrs. Kirk's office. Call her captain. She has a great sense of
humor about that.
Jumpin' Jack Worsham's (another sub-school principal) is in conference
with her. I love Jack Worsham. He's one of those guys who has a fucked-up
mucus tract. He breathes like damn bull. Jack's always puffin', snortin' and
blowin' like the ranch stud about to mount Farmer Jim's heifer out in the back
forty. Probably from severe nasal diptheria as a youth or some such sorry
shit.
He also speaks with a certain lumbering ineptitude and a Southern
homosexual twang to his voice. He likes to give me long sermons on proper
public behavior ever since I told Dr. Stewart that she could take her computer
disks and perform a reverse bowel movement with them. He's always treated me
like an equal and I respect him for that.
I start in with, "Somebody want to tell me what this is about?"
"Yes. Mrs. Kirk and I have just been discussing your absences from Mrs.
Kottwittz's 5th period Calculus class.", says Jack.
"And?", I retort sharply.
Go get 'em. Piss 'em off early. Make sure there is no chance for
reconciliation. Semper Fi, tiger.
I stare at Mr. Worsham's neck. It's flabby, grizzled and red from
chronic overshaving. Sort of reminds me of a turkey gobble.
"I don't think I like your attitude.", sayeth the Jack.
His voice was soft and cold and dripped of faggotry.
"Yeah? Well, you shave too much and talk like a fag." Brutal and in
your face, nigger.
Long, disturbing silence.
"Very slick, Mr. Eskimo." For a short, terrifying second, I expected him
to add "Slicker than goose-shit!".
"Quinn, it always disturbs me when we have students like you."
This time the voice belonged to Sue Kirk. She's not syrupy sweet.
Probably tastes like tuna and piggy-pussy secretions.
She continues, "Smart young boys with every opportunity in the world who
feel compelled to act out in such antisocial, antiauthoritarian ways. I don't
understand it."
Yeah, yeah. Yadda-yadda. Big deal. Heard this bit before. She
continues to lecture about propriety but I'm not listening. My eyes are
wandering around the room. Kirk is looking down at something in my
attendance file as she speaks so she won't have to make eye contact with me.
The file. The Great American file. The holy file. The everyone needs
a file. Jack is absently fucking with a stapler. Looks like something's
jammed in it.
"So, what do you think we should do about your 26 absences, Quinn?", said
Jack.
"I'm not going to answer that."
"I think you have to."
"Do not. I've got the right to remain silent, don't I? I got two phone
calls. I'm going to call my lawyer and he's gon-"
"Knock it off, Quinn. Tell us how you feel we should resolve this. I
don't want to have to call your parents."
I have the second great laugh of my day. "Go ahead and call my parents.
I turned 18 two days ago. What are they gonna do?"
<chuckle>
"I'm not going to answer that since you only want to use it as a segue
into your next sermon. Let's get something straight. You called me here on
my lunch break. I don't like that. When you interrupt my meals, my tummy
hurts and my bowel movements get disturbed. I don't think you need me-"
"That's enough, Quinn. Go to lunch, but come back here... Oh, I don't
know..."
"I'll be back after sixth period."
"Okay. Fine. You may leave now."
I thought that was a pretty civil way for Jack to react. Don't you? I
half-expected him to rip my pants off, take that stapler he'd been fondling,
nail my scrotum to the desk and drag Paul in for stirring round of America's
favorite game show: "Let's Shove Office Materials up the Whiteboy's Ass and
Shock his Balls".
The reason why I hate those two cheap fucks is because they act like they
are psychiatrists. They want to fuck with my head. This time in a figurative
sense. They want to slip it to me with their Healing Phallus and impregnate
my sick little mind with the seed of Sanity.
Last year when I really flipped out and went looney shits, these two
amateur cocksuckin' psychobabblin' whoremasters tried to fuck my brain.
Amateur shrinks, Ha! More like Two regular mind-fuckers, head-studs.
They have taken courses like that at the Big U: Slippin' yer Meat to
the Disturbed Child for Fun and Profit, Mostly Profit. The problem with
sanity born of a head-stud is that the child always looks like the father and
has a very high infant mortality rate.
They all want to get into my psyche. I'm declaring my psyche
independent. Get the fuck out of my head. I'm warning you.
Anyways, I catch up with Paul. He's a good sport. He just grins and
grins at everything I say, like he is my best pal. I know that behind that
contrived air of mock civility he barely tolerates my existance. He's still
handy with that cracker-ass cheese-eatin' shmegheaded grin of his.
He is with this girl. Talking to her and shit. He sees me coming and
tries not to be rude. Rudeness pisses of the chicks, negro. She's got long
brown hair and tiny titties. I like tiny titties. I guess that's why I've
got the whole asian fetish thing.
I moisten my forefinger and begin making lewd gestures. You know, like
repeatedly sticking it through the hole you make with your other hand?
Normal, healthy and mature stuff for an 18 year old to be doing, right?
The girl rolls her eyes. Paul tries to laugh it off. But between you
and me, baby he was pretty steamed. I'm sick of assholes like Paul trying to
tolerate me. I just wish the nigger would take a swing at me and be done with
it.
Paul turns away. I kick him in the ass. Hard. I wear steel-toed boots.
It had to hurt, but Paul is being cool & nonchalant. He pretends like nothing
happened. I kick him again. He whips around on me hard and fast.
"FUCK!", is all he can spout out. His face was beet-fuckin'-red. It was
hilarious. Him standing there screaming "FUCK!", when just two seconds before
he was as cool as a cucumber in front of his little sex-kitten bitch-slut-
whore is better seen than described.
"Hey, Paul. Baby. Where we goin' to lunch?", says me.
"Fuck you!", he brayed.
He sounds real hoarse when he screams.
* * * *
Where do you put the commas in dialogue? I never was good at punctuating
shit like that.
* * * *
Anyways, the other day I ran into SFM2 in the hall. He asks me how much
would it cost for me to beat him, rape him, and kill him. I'm not kidding and
I'm not entirely sure he was. I shrug it off.
Today, he does the same thing. Asks me how much he'd have to pay me to
beat him, rape him, etc. This elicits a hearty scum-spankin' smile and a good
natured punch to the shoulder. If he asks me again, I'm bringing my rifle to
school.
* * * *
I've decided I'm not going to finish my story on how I got suspended.
I'll just type a few more lines of stars and tell you to go fuck yourself.
Deal with it. Naw, in all seriousness, I'll tell you later.
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Okay, back to the story. It's been a few days since I've written
anything about this and my memory has faded a tad. If you find any
inconsistencies, please keep them to yourself.
Superm here is the tail-end of the story on how I got suspended. I go
back to see the Worsham/Kirk dynamic duo after sixth period. Jack's in there
breathin' like a mule in heat, as always. He probably wouldn't sound like
that if he closed that fucking mouth once in a while, but he never comes
to me for advice.
It's called breathing through your nose, you jackass jack off Jack jacker
cracker. So there I am. Forced to listen to huff-puff-puff-snort-blow-huff-
puff crap. My dad always sounds like that on the telephone. It sounds really
dirty. Almost homosexual. I can just smell the Pall-malls and scotch on my
Dad's breath when I hear it.
Anyhow. I just realized I'm hungry. Be back soon. Have some more
stars.
* * * *
Okay. I'm back. Just had me some Rice Chex. To paraphrase a great
poet, "man they do satisfy". Right Cochese? Yeah. So I waltz into her
office and grab a seat. I start the ball rolling.
"Okay, can I just say something here? You know, to clear the lines of
communication?", I say.
"Sure."
"I really don't see what the big deal is. It's perfectly obvious that
I'm going to fail Calculus, so I don't see any reason to go."
"Well, we could have you declared insubordinate and subject to extreme
disciplinary action if you fail to attend."
"Like what?"
"Like sent to an alternate school."
"Right. You wouldn't do that. The only-"
Kirk interrupts, "Yes we-"
I counter-interrupt, "Shut up, I'm talking."
Boom. I'm suspended. End of story. I tell her to shut up, and I land
myself a suspension. Sad end to a good story... Tell ya what I'll do. I'm
going to reveal to you folks some sexual fantasies I have and who they
involve. After all, it's not fair to just talk about Aleta...
* * * *
I know how much you love those stars. Here they are in no particular
order.
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(*) Name: Lisa something
How I know her: European History
Ethnicity: Caucasian
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Description:
There's an inexplicable cuteness to Lisa. You just can't explain it.
She's one of those intensely exciting quiet girls. She's not the best looker,
but when she smiles you can't help but be happy.
I know it sounds trite and corny, but it's true. She's about 5'6", 105
lbs or so. Has green eyes and brown hair.
What I'd to to her:
She'd be domineering as hell. She'd make me play little games with her
where I'm the daddy, she's the mommy and my penis is the baby. She'd dress my
schlong up in little blue baby bonnets and I'd love it.
She would spank me when I was naughty. Then she would suck me off to
make the pain go away. Finally I'd get sick of all that juvenile nonsense and
beat her to death with my mighty sausage, Judas.
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(*) Name: Marsha Lin
How I know her: Psychology class
Ethnicity: Asian
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Description:
She's an art-chick. She's big into painting and drawing and all that
shit. She wants to go to some Art School in New York. 5'4, roughly 100 lbs,
brown eyes, black hair.
What I'd do to her:
Make her wear kimonos. Silk, red ones. I love that. She'd ask me to
model for a piece of art she's doing (hey, fuck you. It's a fantasy, okay?)
and I'd agree.
I go over to her house. She tells me to take my clothes off. I tell her
I didn't know I was supposed to be nude. She kicks my ass using that
Karate/Jeet-Kune-Do/Sekken-Do shit those chinks are so good at and strips me
herself.
She puts green paint on my penis, paints me on oil & canvas with near
photographic detail. She calls the piece "Pickle Man"
(because my penis is green)
Next story.
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(*) Name: Monica Ross
How I know her: American History
Ethnicity: Caucasian
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Description:
Intellectual. She tries to act uninhibited & shit, but she can't quite
pull it off. Uptight just like all the other big-brainers in school. She is
Blonde with HUGE hogans. I'm not going to give you stats since they were only
wild-ass guesses in the first place and they seriously need to stop now.
What I'd do to her:
Well, to be brutally honest, her face needs a little work. I guess I'd
lop her head off and have sex with her esophagus. Naw, That is a waste. She
has really soft hands. I Would definitely accept a handjob.
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(*) Name: Tina something
How I know her: American History
Ethnicity: Caucasian
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Description:
She is Athletic and has the tightest little hardbody I've seen short of a
porno mag. Long brown hair. I think she might have been in Health with us
10th grade, Cochese.
What I'd do to her:
Nothing. Any girl with a body that good would probably not be too
impressed with me. She would make me feel real insecure. Who needs that kind
of aggravation... I would seriously love to watch her shower. I'd be
smackin' off like a jackrabbit while I watch her nipples harden. She seemed
mildly attracted to me earlier in the year, but I now think that was just
general friendliness.
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Name: Queen of the Damned
How I know her: Negativland
Ethnicity: Caucasian (I think)
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Description:
A Redhead. Gryndil told me she had 34Ds. That's all I know. Seems
really sexual. Plays sports, so she's obviously in good shape.
What I'd do to her:
Wrap those 34Ds around my schlong and titty-bang her. You know what?
This is retarded. I'm talking about a girl I've never met. Time to move on.
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Name: Jannie Something
How I know her: 3rd grade
Ethnicity: Asian
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Description:
Haven't seen her since I was 9. She was kinda cute then.
Why I want to fuck her:
She rejected me when I was 9. I'd track her down and find out where she
lives. have raw, bloody and unprotected anal sex with her until she cried.
Then I'd get pissed and beat her.
After a brief bout of introspection, I realize the girl I really wanted
to hurt was hiding safely behind a shield of years. I invent a time machine.
Then I'd fuck her up the ass in front of ol' Mrs. Kukal's Language Arts class.
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(*) Name: Mary Lynn
How I know her: Don't remember
Ethnicity: Asian
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Description:
Dancer with Long, black hair. Cute tits. Wants to be a lawyer. 'nuff
said.
Fantasy:
She becomes a lawyer and sues me for $10,000. I can't pay. Judge
sentences me to be her personal servant to work off my debt (It's a fantasy,
Play along). She makes me do chores around the house naked. If I do a good
job, she stuffs a 10-dollar bill into my anus. If I do badly, I get a
spanking.
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Name: That little girl from the Keds commercial
How I know her: I don't
Ethnicity: Caucasian
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Description:
She's the very last girl you see on that damn commercial Keds runs all
the time trying to sell those cheap-ass piece of shit sneakers. "What kind of
Keds will you be wearing when the first woman walks on Mars?" That's right.
She's about 7 years old.
Fantasy:
I'd break all her teeth out with pliers. She wraps those soft, chubby
choppers around my meat and gives me mean fellatio.
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Name: Rebecca something
How I know her: Not sure
Ethnicity: Caucasian
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Description:
A Redhead with Good sized jugs. She Slightly overweight. She has
Amazingly sexy eyes.
Fantasy:
Probably can't fuck at all. Damn virgin. I get the impression that she
can suck a pretty mean cock, though.
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Name: That annoying, whiny little blonde bitch from work
How I know her: See above
Ethnicity: Caucasian
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Description:
Blonde but Pretty ugly, in fact, I only like her because she came on to
me.
Fantasy:
I drill holes in her head w/ a power tool. No sex, no nothin'.
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(*) Name: Kim Ma
How I know her: School
Ethnicity: Asian
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Description:
Huge breasted Asian girl. Only Asian with yahooties that large that I've
ever seen.
Fantasy:
She wears a skimpy little Catholic schoolgirl outfit. She sits across
from me in class. Forgets to wear panties. I get good view up her skirt.
She crosses and un-crosses her legs about 30 times. My erection goes
seriously apeshit and explodes all over my pants.
One of the few fantasies I've actually fulfilled. I'll always love her
for givin' me a soggy pair of BVD's one autumn morning in Spanish some
two years ago...
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Name: Zhora
How I know her: That redheaded chick from Blade Runner
Ethnicity: Caucasian
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Description:
Takes her top off in aforementioned movie. Soon after, she gets shot in
the back by Harrison Ford as she tries to escape him.
Fantasy:
Well, her sex organs are undamaged by the gunshots. I'd rape her right
after that sequence. I'd get blood all over my wand, but who cares...
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Name: Allison Fu
How I know her: Work
Ethnicity: Asian
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Description:
Japanese girl who used to visit me a lot at Braum's. Really sweet.
Never developed serious sexual feeling towards her since she was so damn nice.
I usually talk very fast and have a soft voice. When I get nervous, my
voice sometimes cracks and I talk even faster. When I first met her, I'm sure
I sounded like some kind of squeaky, retarded auctioneer.
She was nice enough to laugh at my stupid cracker-ass jokes anyway and
let me take her to a movie. After our little date, she let me kiss her. I
loved shouting her name really loud. FU! FU! Try it. You'll like it.
Fantasy:
I don't really have one. I just included this little profile so you
won't think I bop my banana all day. I actually have something of a life at
times. Thank you and good night. Send me feedback, whoever you are.
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