George Noory

Jorch purchased Whitley Streiber’s cabin in the woods of upstate New York, in hopes of a deja vu episode of what Whitley experienced.

Every night, Jorch lubes himself up with Crisco, walks out into the woods, grabs his ankles, and blasts the theme song X-Files. Most nights, he winds up violated by a farmer who lives nearby, or a band of local street toughs; or occasionally by a bobcat.

Either way, Jorch tells himself his investment in the property has more than paid for itself, as he tries to sit down on a padded cushion.

I understand he's been caught scattering small guest size bars of soap on the floor, at least that's the rumor.

Brings his own anal probes and fresh D cell batteries too just in case.

LOLOLOL!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

I can't watch it.not all the way through.

Art buys a 38ft Forrest River fifth wheel travel trailer and 2019 Ram 3500 Cummins turbo diesel to pull it. As he sets up on a remote campsite he see a small rabbit scurrying in the underbrush. Art screams like Jackal . breaks camp and sells the entire rig on ebay for a considerable loss .

Narry is the king of cringe.

And he leaves "bite sized snickers" behind too.


Yuk.

I just made a post critical to trumpilstilskin on another thread so see ya in three months

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Jorch is Joel Embiid’s English tutor.

She finally had enough of George Ralph Noory's clumsy attempts to mate with her.

LOL!!

Jorch is the author of the most recent installment of the “Chicken Soup” series... “Chicken Soup for the Sphincter”.

Jorch reads the Akashic Record on the toilet.

Jorch is trying to get Buzz Dongstrong on July 20 for the 50th anniversary of the first man landing on the poon.

Jorch first landed on poon several years ago after one of his "meet & greets". It was a 92-year old widow from Branson.

And like NASA, he hasn't been back since.

"Thank you sweet spirit."

On weekends, Jorch breaks out his voice alterator and moonlights as a phone sex operator named "Clarissa's Cakes a'Clappin'". Jorch is a 39-year old, 400-pound black single mother residing in Gary, Indiana. His signature line is: "Make these cakes clap!"

Jorch is makin' little ones out of big ones. IQs and attention spans, that is.

YOU WATCH!!!! ALL OF IT!!!!

Imagine Jorch and Tahmmy at Burning Man out in the Black Rock Desert in far northern Nevada in August.

Jorch would do a live broadcast and have a meet & greet. Then he'd be treated for heat stroke & driven by ambulance to Reno, while all the sweat Tahmmy sheds would be recycled in a mobile desalinization mechanism which would then fill hundreds of "purified" water bottles for the Burners.

"If Jorch knew what Tahmmy wanted, he'd be givin' it to him..."

Hot off the press from G7. He’s referring to the YouTube video of that girl dancing to C2C’s opening song in her bedroom...

Imagine Art in her room dancing with her rubbing up against her ass trying to keep up with her while he's got a cigarette in his mouth trying to catch his breath, breathing heavy, every few seconds he coughs and gasps for air pounding his chest and protruding from his white leisure slacks (The ones featured on the cover of the book THE ART OF TALK) a megalithic structure of a boner that looks like a slab from Stonehenge.




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And then a G7 follow-up...

Imagine Ian Punnett with her dancing in her room he's got his shirt off waving his shirt like a victory flag while he does a slow grind and she does a fast grind & in his other hand a pabst blue ribbon...