A day of strange communications...

[growler_south]

First, from BearWWW: Happy new year ! I am a really cute hairy man... send me a lot of pics of you with your hairy butt, and I send you what you want ! rico

Ok, heres 38 pics of me posing with my hairy butt, now send me an Aston Martin!!

Then Later via Text/SMS: Hiya! Does Mo hav a bro workin @ towaway co. dats smallr walking breathing sexfuck dat can make u cum in yr pants by just 1 look? let me know if he does...

Of course, I immediately asked for photos.

he wus right outside my door I COULDNT take pics discreetly, Hairy little fuckr he wuz 2. Sigh.

Waah!! I could really do with little Mo-like furry stocky towie lovin' right now...

Update: Boof got this from a guy in England: hi u looking 4 a cub/pig 4 a ltr im willing to relocate.
Very trusting!

Comments

[furr-a-bruin.livejournal.com]

Interesting... I have a story I wrote involving a tow-truck driver... furry, bearded, cigar smoker... ;)

[boofbiker.livejournal.com]

Nice to know someone wants to move to be with me but you would at least think he would want to know my name first. I mean I could be a serial killer. Hang on how many murders is considered to be a serial killer and not just a murderer?? Just curious. hehe

[furr-a-bruin.livejournal.com]

Sorry... I misrepresented the character a bit... I quote:

He was definitely my type; the angle made it difficult to estimate, but he looked to be about my height -- 5'10 or so, though his build was much burlier than mine. Wavy dirty-blond hair to his shoulders, a thick, bushy and fairly long light brown goatee with a couple days worth of stubble and the sun bleached blond fur on his forearms all caught my attention, as did the butt of a thick, black cigar he had clenched in his jaw. I then noticed what appeared to be some fur showing through the top of his uniform shirt, and what were definitely some big dark sweat marks under his arms. The well worn jeans he was wearing didn't do a damn thing to hide a bulging basket in front nor a beefy butt in the rear. A pair of beat-up, grease stained old work boots were the finishing touch.

I'm sorry for misleading you about the level of greasiness. My bad.