Classic JJGOLD Posts

[patrickbateman]

Here is one where he posted his daily schedule:

4:30AM -6:00AM Workout
6:00AM- 6:20AM Shower
6:30AM- Glue my rug to my forehead
6:45AM- Eat 2 granola bars, 2 milky ways, 8 oriole cookies, 2 bwls of cereal and maybe a few jellyfish candies and 3 glasses of whole milk.
7:00AM- Post at RX
7:30AM- Get into my 74 Plymouth (4 door) no roof and fly to work waiving to the ladies at the bus stop and fukkin praying my rug does not come off.
8:0AM- Play cards with the brothers for about a half an hour, no raises just $50 antes.
8:30AM- Work, all business, well sneak some posts in from time to time.
11:00 Break- small bacon and egg sandwish with potatoe chips and some pretzles and 2 sodas. If any milk duds are around I will eat them too.
11:00 Work
12:00PM- Lunch, usually Mcdonalds- 2 fries, 4 cheeseburgers and 3 servings of fried chicken , milk shake and one soda and sometimes a little desert. Post a little
1:00 Work
3:00 Break- Usually a small sub, pretzels and some jellyfish (1/2 pound) 1 soda (root beer)
4:00- Get in my plymouth cruising and looking for chicks, have wirless connection to post on the side of the road.
5:00 Diner- Usually Pizza and soda with 3 side orders of buffalo wings
5:30- Posting Zone
6:00 Looking for moves
6:30- Calling locals
7:00 Scouting reports from my people about books in trouble
7:30 Prime time, ready to go and hit a game hard
8:00 Prick hard and ready to go and post
8:30 If a good thread usually come!!!
9:00 Posting frenzy, fired up fighting with everyone
9:30 Call Kenny and we go over the day and behavior of posters
10:00 Betting ponies/late cards
10:30 Pacing in my residence and waiting for someone to riop me
11:00 Blast Bay City Roller tapes, dancing and shit and looking in the mirror at myself.
11:45PM- Dying to naill a chick but no one available
12:00 My fukkin rug is stuck to my huge fukkin forehead, get out w-4 and grease my scalp and rug releases
12:30AM walking around bald and posting and maiing calls
1:00AM- Reading the overnights for horse bets
1:30AM- put in some pony bets fopr following day
2:00- answer about 25 ads on thenet trying to get a date
2:30AM Getting little tired and eat, usually muscles, sandwich, peanut butter on crackers, popcorn, some sodas and of course ice cream about a pint a night.
3:00 Getting ready for bed, brush my teeth and check my pecker to see if it has grown. taking some type of seaweed rengle solution .
3:30AM Bed.............................

 

[patrickbateman]

Ok Raisencain seemed to be cool with the initial handshake and a little small talk about gambling so I figured I would pal around with this guy as we have more in common. Well boys this guy turned out to be the biggest nut and strangest character I know other than our own Peep. I would be looking at the tote board and I would hear whispers behind me in the next level of seats and it was Cain talking to some guys and he was whispering with his hand covering his mouth. I would then look back at him and he would stop suddenly and pretend to read the paper. What did this guy think?? I was born fukkin yesterday. He did not realize I was a street guy I guess . He did this all fukkin night and it was so annoying and every time I looked up at him he would stop and pretend to read the paper and like smile. This guys now I am thinking has fukkin snapped or is just nuts!!!! Boys it gets worse. Another strange thing about this guy is he always has a deck of cards in his hands and is doing tricks with them. I am shaking my head in disbelief going ?what a fukkin jerkoff this guy is? and saying to my myself ?what the *** am I doing here with these losers? I bet Cain always has card games going on the street and during the night when he was not whispering I asked him what was up his right sleeve because I saw something there. He pulls out a 4 of clubs and starts laughing so loud!! I swear I do not know if I should just run out of the fukkin track right then. I quietly backed away from this guy.

Ok boys time to leave and we all shake hands and **** and Mjulian puts some type of robe on (I had to turn my fukkin head and laugh because the thing was sooo ugly and outdated), Johhny (TS) get a load of this wears a fukkin tank top only in the pouring rain. I did not know what to make of it but just shake my head and praying to get the *** out. I shake hands with the two and they went their way in another direction and Cain parked in the same areas as me and he whispers to me ?JJ I want to show you my car?? I am going what the ***???? Does this guy want to bang me on the side of the car??? I said what the *** if he tries something I can run and scream. He is wearing a long trench coat and a suite underneath. I thought he looked like an undertaker or something. During the walk to the car he keeps playing with this deck of cards and smiling to himself. Does this guy tell himself jokes or what?? What the ***?? Maybe he snapped???

Get to his car and boys he opens his trunk up and get a load of this?.. The trunk is full of guns!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I swear I almost came in my pants!!!!! I love weapons and **** but I am discreet when I carry. I am going to Cain are you nuts??? This is a public parking lot and he is showing me all the guns he has and ****. He pulls out a brand new shotgun and shows me how to load it and cock it. He does this and starts laughing real loud and his eyes light up so much I thought he was coming. He starts pointing it at the sky and then starts yelling ?Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow. That was the last fukkin straw and ran to my car and went home!!!! Sorry Cain but you have lost it.

Boys after last night I really do believe we are all sick fuks in one way or another and I mean everyone of us!!!

No more meeting posters for me, they are just tooooooooooooo far out there. I wonder why we all post day and night and live in glass houses. We are misfits and I am really starting to believe I just might be the top 5 ?normal? posters here.

 

[patrickbateman]

Was Asked To Leave Thanksgiving Diner
Boys I was at my relatives today and they did not have game on and I had large postions on interactives so I went to one of the bedrooms where there was tv and pc. It was cool but then we had to eat so I would go up every 5 minutes to watch game and check my interactive positions and the host said it was annoying and rude. I was quiet every time I did this too. She was a ***** and kind of singled me out at the table. I told her I was a big bettor and needed to view game because of my positions and she frowned and said I was sick!!!

I ripped her saying this is my living and to back off. She was like 35, 5-4, 115 , Italiana and blonde, kind of hot. She said this is my house and you sit at table the entire time or leave. I told her to settle down and then went on to say you frustrated *****. Now it is getting heated and the older people are telling me to calm down and it is Thanksgiving. I tried explaining to my uncle I ave big money on the Detroit game and he did not want to hear it and said gambling is bad abd I should quit. I just listened.

The ***** was the one getting to me and then she brings up some **** that her brother-in laws cousin bought a leather jacket from me last year and she said it was shedding and he wanted his money back.

I said *** you *****!!! I do not need this as my leather coats are top of the line ans she said get the *** out of my house you degenerate bum and I said good bye to everyone and when I was leaving ans she was pushing me out the door I told her I guess no one is eating your *****, *****!!

She slapped me and told me never to come back.

I got into my van when to the one deli that as open and bought cole cuts and went home and ate and gambled in peace.

It is so true that gamblers are anti social.

So overall decent day

I split 1-1

 

[patrickbateman]

This would be about 9 years ago -- I'd just gotten a job in a new city, and so didn't really know anyone yet outside of work. I had a small bachelor apartment, which was almost completely unfurnished. At the time, I think I slept in a sleeping bag. I had a couch, a chair, a TV and TV stand, a lamp -- not much else. Sort of the bare essentials. No curtains either, by the way. That's important, so hold onto that.

As it turned out, the apartment complex I chose was in the middle of the gay district. Since I was new to the city, I hadn't known this. I'd been walking around town on my lunch hours at work, trying to find a place to live (I crashed at a friend's place my first few weeks until I found one). I eventually found a great-looking bachelor apartment, which was inexplicably $100 cheaper than any of the bachelors in the surrounding area. Hardwood floors, a deck, track lighting -- I couldn't believe my luck, and signed the lease right there on my lunch hour. It wasn't until my father brought the truck into town and helped me move in a week later, and we showed up to find two leather bull-queers necking in the lobby, that I realized what was going on. My father, I remember, gave me a long look -- waiting, I think, for me to officially come out of the closet right there in the truck. Much explaining ensued that I wasn't gay -- just an idiot who doesn't research apartments well.

As luck would have it, within a month of my moving in the landlord announced a total overhaul of all the decks by a construction crew. Suddenly the outside of my building looked like a war-zone, with lumber and cement mixers and dolleys running up the sides of the buildings. All the decks were ripped off the building, the doors were sealed up from the outside, and crews got busy laying the steel frame foundations for all the new decks. This took place over the course of months -- it's a thirty-storey building, with about eight apartments per floor, and a deck per apartment. So a little math tells you this wasn't finished in a day. As weeks turned to months, I stopped noticing them entirely.

One morning, I woke up hard, and I woke up early. Usually I trot off to the shower, have a little breakfast, get my shirt and tie pressed, and I'm off to work. This time I had a little time to kill, and so popped on the TV, found some hotty, got comfortable on the couch, and... well, started having some fun, if you catch me.

So I'm stroking away, and because I was already pretty revved up to begin with, it wasn't taking long. Tissues were at the ready. I revved up the pace a little, and...

...I orgasmed. Shot my load.

Just as four construction workers on a machine-lifted scaffolding appeared in my window to install my deck.

Sadly, I noticed this just before the load-shooting. As anyone who's shot a load or two will know, this isn't actually something you can stop. So, just as they appeared, and caught my eye, I... ejaculated in front of them.

Having done the deed, I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do next. So I very casually removed the tissues, gave a slight nod in their direction, as if to confirm their presence and pretend it was business as usual -- that gay construction workers watch me spank off every day from the window and this just happened to be their turn -- and casually waltzed into the bathroom.

You'd think this would be the end of the story. And well it should be, since it's already extremely, extremely embarrassing. And yet it's not the end of the story. Because since I'd rushed into the bathroom in a shamed state, I hadn't actually taken anything in with me. Like, say, clothes. I just had the underwear I was wearing. My only hope was to go about my morning bathroom routine very slowly, hoping they might move on before I finished so I could leave my bathroom and get a change of clothes.

I brushed my teeth. Hammering noises from outside. I showered. Drilling noises. I shaved. Silence. Ah!

I walked out in my underwear. The four of them were sitting around having coffee out of a thermos. Still there, of course. Still watching.

At this precise point I realized I'd simply have to get over this, and so went about the business of getting dressed in front of the construction workers. Pants, shirt, tie, socks. After I'd finished lacing up my shoes, I grabbed my briefcase and, turning to the window, gave a small bow.

They clapped.

That night I nailed bedsheets up against the windows

 

[BobbyFK]

Thanks for sharing these old posts! They are definitely classics. Now if someone still has some of the old JJ gold videos my night would be complete

 

[djefferis]

Thanks for the reminder JJ was once both entertaining and worthwhile reading (and watching).

 

[patrickbateman]

Need the steam room and gym posts. Anything that JJ writes that exceeds five sentences usually contains gay shit.

 

[JDS]

 

[jjgold]

I don’t even remember this stuff Patrick

 

[KingKolzig]

Found his fav ball player