Runaways can be fun

Bruce Josten, Executive Vice p******** for Government Affairs at the U.S. Chamber:
"If the 2001 and 2003 tax rates are allowed to expire at midnight 12/31, we'll witness the largest single tax hike in history. Hitting tax payers with $400 billion in new taxes the first year, and $4.5 trillion over the next decade.

Marginal tax rates, as well as dividends and capitol gains taxes, will rise. This will squarely hit tax payers ranging from the investors who pour capitol into job creation, to retirees and workers planning to retire.

The estate tax will come roaring back to 55%, and the exemption threshold will dip from $5 million estates to $1 million. Threatening the livelihood of many small businesses and family farms. In addition to the 2001 and 2003 tax rates, relief from the alternative minimum tax will lapse, along with many vital business tax provisions.

Unfortunately, earlier this week the Senate voted to raise taxes on small businesses, a bad idea according to Josten.

"Many of these businesses could see their top tax rates rise from 35% to nearly 45% and a heavier tax burden on our nation's job creators will have a chilling effect on hiring and expansion."

Josten also doesn't ignore the automatic spending cuts that will take effect:

"the ill-designed, across-the-board discretionary spending cuts- a result of the failed Deficit Supercommittee- were never intended to take effect.

If they do, they will disproportionately cut $500 billion in military spending. What's worse, they will fail to address the real drivers of runaway spending- MASSIVE and GROWING ENTITLEMENT PROGRAMS.

I met up with a girl from online back in May. 23 years old. Family issues, former teenage runaway, etc etc.

I smacked her, bruised her, punched her in the stomach until she fucking vomited, picked her little ass up and threw her across the room.

Then, I kicked her in her back, whipped her with my belt (leaving welts all over her back and legs), strangled her with my belt until she almost blacked out, made her cry, made her beg for her life.

I had her convinced that I wasn't sure if I would be able to stop myself, made her say "I'm a piece of shit who fucking deserves to die" a couple of times.

I fucked her in the ass (as much of my dick as I could fit in there), then I shot a load in her tight little pink asshole and, later, one all over her face.

Later in the week, she sent me a pic of a huge bruise I left on her arm. And a text saying she wanted to see me again...

Tell me: am I a sick, evil bastard? :)

I confess I want to find a young runaway at the train station, buy her a meal and talk with her for a while until she felt comfortable with me, then offer her a place to stay for the night. I'd bring her home, get her high, unwind with her for the first part of the night, then, once she's loose, slide up next to her and try to lites her. When she freaks out, I want to pin her down, tear her clothes off, bind her hands behind her back with handcuffs and spend the night raping her little holes. I want to beat her and choke her while I force my cock into her little bald cunt, her virgin asshole. I want to jerk off over her face as she cries, being me to stop. I want to use the little whore like a piece of worthless fuck meat.

Who wants to rape her with me?

Strippers, hookers, social influencers, runaways, pretty boys and horse-faced debutantes, everyone hello.

I confess I watched that movie "The Runaways" and wanted to fap so hard to it. The fact that so many of age people (especially Kristen Stewart) got to make out with, and feel up Dakota Fanning just because they were actors almost makes me want to take up acting!

Just watched The Runaways. HOT! Kirsten Stewart and Dakota fanning are HOT!
Check it out perves!

I don�t understand, why white liberal not called wigger. He walk around tongue so far up the black man ass, he taste chit lens and the hot sauce. Think if he love black people, it make him black, he won�t get sun burn.
He piss away own culture. When he empty, runaway to new country, find new culture to replace old. Fill up on eastern philosophy. Come back, think he better then everyone. Eat out trash say he save planet. Drink own piss say he save water. I don�t want to do business with him, breath smell like toilet. Next he wipe ass probablly with own hand say he save trees.
Someone tell me you hump trees? You are very sick person. Only hug trees they cannot runaway like white women. So many prefer the black man now, hmmm....
My English not good but, I learn how to say fuck you! Dumb hairy white caveman glacier monkey. Stop stealing other people culture! You don't know who you are. I help you.Confucius say,

I said that we really needed to know what was going on. I announced that I would need instruments for this and that he would need to let me do.. The idea of ​​putting him a speculum gave me an adrenaline rush. When I spoke about retractors he started to be very anxious and he asked me just why. He wanted to know if there was not another way to do it. I told him that with X-rays there was no need to go inside but that I personally preferred that method.

He was distraught. He clung to the idea of ​​X-rays and wanted to know why we would not simply choose that. I told him some more random things, like because we started like this, and that now it was too late, that I had already chosen..

He was so confused. I told him that I understood he was nervous but that he would nevertheless be examined this way. I had now three good reasons to justify it and I named them to him: the monitoring of his prostate, finding the cause of his erections and teaching him to control his needs.

He resigned himself and I told him that it was for his own good. I said we had to finish the night, I took my cream and my gloves, kissed him and went out. As I walked to my room I felt scandalous. How far would that lead me? I realized that the next step, buying material to set up sessions, went beyond a simple impulse. I fell asleep reassured to have had a wise thought.

In the morning I was no more sure of anything. I was seeing my son's anxiety when he suddenly pulled me out of my thoughts. "When are you going to use instruments?" It made me feel like an electric shock. He don't asked if I was going to do it, but when! The runaway train in my head got back on the rails.

I answered without thinking. "Soon honey, I have first to choose them." He went to school and his question turned in my head. When? I imagined what he was feeling. "Mom will investigate me. She is going to spread me with instruments." Of course I was going to do it! My poor bit of restraint was already flying away.

I took my keys, my wallet and I left for the pharmacy. I felt unfair doing it while he was at school but I loved that feeling. I started to switch the painting gloves for real examination gloves and the moisturizer with medical lubricant.

Then came the matter of the speculum. I did not know how to make my request. I explained that it was for a tinkering, to help my son to fill balloons.. I don't know if it was credible but all I saw was a plastic one, of average size. I was not enthusiastic at all but I took it as it was was the only model on sale.

I came home disappointed. Do I had to be happy with this plastic thing that could even harm if it broke? I wanted something more suitable and I decided to see what I could find online. And there I came across unexpected things! There was something for everyone. And I arrived after a while where I was the most enthralled.

It was a medical supply site. I went to the gastroenterology section and there I found myself like in a candy shop. Stainless steel everywhere, and what I would call beautiful objects. It was quite expensive, but really something else than my wretched single-use speculum. It was not even going to be used! I stopped my research and created my account on the spot. My fingers got in a muddle on the keyboard as I was like in a fever

I ordered two very technical ones, specifically made for the anus. The most expensive, of radial type, was a kind of long cylinder with multiple blades overlapping each other and opening somewhat like a camera lens, and a four way expander, bigger, which opens in an inverted cone shape. It is an assembly of four sort of "spoons" with a deployment in a V that act rather over the rectal walls than the anal area.

I had heard about runaway teens who come out to Los Angeles via bus and trains. Even though I have lived out here for 30 years, I have never met any of them. I decided to go down to the stations and find a delicious teen from Iowa or Missouri and be their sugar daddy. I would take them back to my Hollywood Hills home, drop a few names and get my perv dick in them.
I found quite a few young teens but they were all niggers from the South or wetbacks from mexico. I may be a sick fuck for wanting to exploit yummy runaway kids but I'm not desperate enough to fuck a niglet or anchor baby. Where is the best place to find these midwest runaway teens?