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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Trip Asslick ()
Date: March 08, 2018 05:54AM

peekza Wrote:
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> The fact is, Tuesday and Wednesday have become
> completely unlistenable...As bad as the Failbag
> is, the callers are even worse because they aren't
> limited to just one segment...They tend to drag on
> for the entire show, Mike uses them in lieu of
> show prep.

And aren't you amazed at the stupidity of people?
Can you imagine the level of the mind of the repeat callers?

(I'll not use the R-word; I'll leave that for Mike.)

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Jen Ettix ()
Date: March 08, 2018 07:17AM

peekza Wrote:
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> The fact is, Tuesday and Wednesday have become
> completely unlistenable...As bad as the Failbag
> is, the callers are even worse because they aren't
> limited to just one segment...They tend to drag on
> for the entire show, Mike uses them in lieu of
> show prep.

Word

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Verified Green Onion ()
Date: March 08, 2018 07:23AM

peekza Wrote:
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> The fact is, Tuesday and Wednesday have become
> completely unlistenable...As bad as the Failbag
> is, the callers are even worse because they aren't
> limited to just one segment...They tend to drag on
> for the entire show, Mike uses them in lieu of
> show prep.


You still listen though and type for hours about it, as you hang off Mike’s nuts in jealosy and allow him to live rent free in your head.

Way to fail at life.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Big Shoota ()
Date: March 08, 2018 07:26AM

i know another "R" word Mike will never use...
Reinvent...

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Cary and Carla ()
Date: March 08, 2018 08:43AM

Cary: My husband (sigh) nailed it yesterday when asked why I don't listen to the show or come to TMOS events:

"After all these years, she is so sick of Comedy Robb, and Robb that tries to be funny. She hates that. She's heard all the jokes, she's heard all the voices. She hates the puns... She doesn't like me."

Dear, well put. Accurate. Spot on. Couldn't have said it better.

My most enjoyable moment of the last year or so? When I kept spiking his drinks as he was busy cooking for the supper club at our place, and he got so hammered he put the food on the table and went upstairs and passed out. That next six hours with friends sans my schlubby hacky sack was pure bliss.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: TMOS is the Bestest Ever! ()
Date: March 08, 2018 09:30AM

Verified Green Onion Wrote:
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> peekza Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > The fact is, Tuesday and Wednesday have become
> > completely unlistenable...As bad as the Failbag
> > is, the callers are even worse because they
> aren't
> > limited to just one segment...They tend to drag
> on
> > for the entire show, Mike uses them in lieu of
> > show prep.
>
>
> You still listen though and type for hours about
> it, as you hang off Mike’s nuts in jealosy and
> allow him to live rent free in your head.
>
> Way to fail at life.

Surely, you see the irony in typing for hours about peek's listening and typing for hours about TMOS? Way to REALLY fail at life. Pecking order has your number.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: hey, idjit ()
Date: March 08, 2018 10:01AM

Meaning peek has outpecked that dude

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Irish Stew ()
Date: March 08, 2018 10:08AM

"After all these years, she is so sick of Comedy Robb, and Robb that tries to be funny. She hates that. She's heard all the jokes, she's heard all the voices. She hates the puns... She doesn't like me."

-And, all TMOS listeners as well.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: EX JFK Guy ()
Date: March 08, 2018 10:29AM

In honor of Blobb's 47th Birthday, let's list his short comings...

-I recall all the successful interns that came through JFK...While he is still in fact, an intern.

-Greg Garcia
-Kevin McCarthy
-Chad
-Oscar
-CK
-Jeff Kurkjian

Next?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 08, 2018 11:34AM

903...Semper Fam
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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 08, 2018 11:35AM

Verified Green Onion Wrote:
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> peekza Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > The fact is, Tuesday and Wednesday have become
> > completely unlistenable...As bad as the Failbag
> > is, the callers are even worse because they
> aren't
> > limited to just one segment...They tend to drag
> on
> > for the entire show, Mike uses them in lieu of
> > show prep.
>
>
> You still listen though and type for hours about
> it, as you hang off Mike’s nuts in jealosy and
> allow him to live rent free in your head.
>
> Way to fail at life.


I live rent free in YOUR head buddy, and it shows

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 08, 2018 11:37AM

TMOS is the Bestest Ever! Wrote:
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> Verified Green Onion Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > peekza Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > The fact is, Tuesday and Wednesday have
> become
> > > completely unlistenable...As bad as the
> Failbag
> > > is, the callers are even worse because they
> > aren't
> > > limited to just one segment...They tend to
> drag
> > on
> > > for the entire show, Mike uses them in lieu
> of
> > > show prep.
> >
> >
> > You still listen though and type for hours
> about
> > it, as you hang off Mike’s nuts in jealosy
> and
> > allow him to live rent free in your head.
> >
> > Way to fail at life.
>
> Surely, you see the irony in typing for hours
> about peek's listening and typing for hours about
> TMOS? Way to REALLY fail at life. Pecking order
> has your number.


I don't think he's smart enough to see that

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 08, 2018 11:39AM

hey, idjit Wrote:
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> Meaning peek has outpecked that dude


Thanking you for proving my point...You truly are the lowest rung

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 08, 2018 11:40AM

EX JFK Guy Wrote:
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> In honor of Blobb's 47th Birthday, let's list his
> short comings...
>
> -I recall all the successful interns that came
> through JFK...While he is still in fact, an
> intern.
>
> -Greg Garcia
> -Kevin McCarthy
> -Chad
> -Oscar
> -CK
> -Jeff Kurkjian
>
> Next?

Lowell Melser

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: MOMTrueAmericanHero ()
Date: March 08, 2018 12:34PM

Happy Birthday Robb!
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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 08, 2018 12:37PM

niiiiice

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: SCHOOLSHOOTINGS ARE FUNNY ()
Date: March 08, 2018 12:40PM

Pumped Up Kicks
Foster The People
Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid
Yeah found a six shooter gun
In his dad's closet hidden oh in a box of fun things, I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

NIKOLAS CRUZ IS AN AMERICAN HERO

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Mike R ()
Date: March 08, 2018 01:58PM

The fact is O’Meara has said “the fact is” at least 5 Times in the first half of today’s show.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Torn Pentacle ()
Date: March 08, 2018 02:35PM

Minute 30, MBA O5car: "How do you foster your California connection?"

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Torn Pentacle ()
Date: March 08, 2018 02:49PM

Mike R Wrote:
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> The fact is O’Meara has said “the fact is”
> at least 5 Times in the first half of today’s
> show.

My attendance was wandering as usual today but it sounds like he's "curating" the phrase.

On another note, the only way "pistachios for dinner" works is with a lot of beer, or if you don't have beer, Miller Lite. So Brain Damage had beer or Miller Lite for dinner with a side of pistachios.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Ex JFKer ()
Date: March 08, 2018 02:56PM

And, the Klubbers are posting it!

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 08, 2018 05:15PM

Robb said Alexa is a Google product...Amazon is supposed to be one of their main sponsors

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: spewakked ()
Date: March 08, 2018 08:00PM

That photo of Spewak and Cary makes abundantly clear the truth of his stated belief that chicks dig his dimples.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: He’s got a point ()
Date: March 08, 2018 08:10PM

peekza Wrote:
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> Verified Green Onion Wrote:
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> -----
> > peekza Wrote:
> >
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> > -----
> > > The fact is, Tuesday and Wednesday have
> become
> > > completely unlistenable...As bad as the
> Failbag
> > > is, the callers are even worse because they
> > aren't
> > > limited to just one segment...They tend to
> drag
> > on
> > > for the entire show, Mike uses them in lieu
> of
> > > show prep.
> >
> >
> > You still listen though and type for hours
> about
> > it, as you hang off Mike’s nuts in jealosy
> and
> > allow him to live rent free in your head.
> >
> > Way to fail at life.
>
>
> I live rent free in YOUR head buddy, and it shows

Spoken like a true broke 40 something loser.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Torn Pentacle ()
Date: March 08, 2018 08:40PM

No one else will say it so I will. In that picture Fattt Robbb has a normal human body. Was this during the Locks of Love period? I thought that was Don & Mike days but I may have a memory fault.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 08, 2018 11:13PM

He’s got a point Wrote:
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> peekza Wrote:
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> > Verified Green Onion Wrote:
> >
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> > -----
> > > peekza Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > The fact is, Tuesday and Wednesday have
> > become
> > > > completely unlistenable...As bad as the
> > Failbag
> > > > is, the callers are even worse because they
> > > aren't
> > > > limited to just one segment...They tend to
> > drag
> > > on
> > > > for the entire show, Mike uses them in lieu
> > of
> > > > show prep.
> > >
> > >
> > > You still listen though and type for hours
> > about
> > > it, as you hang off Mike’s nuts in jealosy
> > and
> > > allow him to live rent free in your head.
> > >
> > > Way to fail at life.
> >
> >
> > I live rent free in YOUR head buddy, and it
> shows
>
> Spoken like a true broke 40 something loser.


I'll defer to your superior knowledge in that field...I don't have a frame of reference for that.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 08, 2018 11:14PM

Torn Pentacle Wrote:
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> No one else will say it so I will. In that
> picture Fattt Robbb has a normal human body. Was
> this during the Locks of Love period? I thought
> that was Don & Mike days but I may have a memory
> fault.


That was early on in the podcast

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallagher Smash! ()
Date: March 09, 2018 04:50AM

Guys, this is something really exciting, that is going to please you Gallagherians. There is a Gallagher video game!!!!

It's called Gallagher's Gallery. It's the kind you'd see in the arcade with a gun attached to it.

This changes everything. More to come!!!
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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Cloud Nine ()
Date: March 09, 2018 04:57AM

Still chuffed that "The Divine Comic" (sorry Dante) has a video game.

Here's a write up with more. This is indeed a great way to start the weekend!

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Gallagher's Gallery is a live-action laserdisc video game, released by American Laser Games in 1992 (see 1992 in video gaming). It is often considered the most bizarre game released by the company, due to its atypical premise and goals. It is also one of American Laser Games' more obscure titles, despite the popularity of the comedian playing the main character.

Plot
The game stars the well-known comedian Gallagher, who gives advice and comments on the player's actions throughout the game. The plot is not entirely clear or particularly well-defined, but the objectives are set out by Gallagher himself. The player, armed with a pistol or toy gun. The anonymous player character can choose from four different locations - given names such as The Food Store, Gadget Land, The Playroom and The Sheriff's Office - where the comedian lets him or her know which objects must be shot; generally, the items that Gallagher deems broken or unnecessary, or those he simply dislikes, must be targeted. One memorable line in the game occurs when Gallagher encourages players to "shoot that diet soda".

The largely random elements of the surroundings that Gallagher declares must be hit include oranges, diet colas, eggs, gumball machines, alarm clocks and fish tanks, but, as opposed to most other live-action games by American Laser Games, people must not be shot. The game was featured on the 1992/1993 series of GamesMaster, as a celebrity challenge in which two actors from The Bill played the game. One of their tasks was to shoot food inside a TV dinner tray, but only the food the fly lands on. This also included canned food in which they has to avoid the dog food, but shoot the other cans instead.

Once the tasks have been completed, the player moves on to Gallagher's main gallery, where targets include basketballs and rubber ducks. The final challenge involves the comedian's famed stunt of smashing a watermelon using his oversized "Sledge-O-Matic" mallet. The player must stop this several times by repeatedly shooting the large hammer, but not Gallagher himself.

Gameplay
As was mentioned before, the controls are practically limited to the player having to use his gun to shoot objects and select locations, with few other options. The weapon can be reloaded at any time. If one makes a mistake, including failing to hit a specified item, Gallagher taunts the player, sometimes giving advice. Up to two players can take part in gameplay.
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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: More Gallagher's Gallery ()
Date: March 09, 2018 05:04AM

Folks - A few more bits and bobs from Gallagher's Gallery!

Including a few mp3s from the game itself!!! More to come!
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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: TMOS is the Bestest Ever! ()
Date: March 09, 2018 08:48AM

Yeah, Mike, it was simply bad luck or chance that you didn't get "the Howard deal."

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: BOAD GUy 667 ()
Date: March 09, 2018 09:32AM

Bob Marley calls in to TMOS a week out....

Bob Marley comes into the studio for the Junks...

Get it? Not Howard. Not the Junks. Not Unlucky. Just TMOS. Internet radio. Period.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Oh, Meara Friday ()
Date: March 09, 2018 12:12PM

^^ Usually TMOS doesn't record on Fridays, correct?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Torn Pentacle ()
Date: March 09, 2018 12:38PM

Minute 35 "The fact is that it's brain injury." Yes it is, Mike, yes it is.

Then minute 38 Robbb fatttsplains about hockey: "You're on skates and you're on ice and you're fighting for the same little disk."

Minute 41 Showbiz Fattt Robbb says "We all saw [Concussion] in the theatre". No we didn't. It grossed $34.5 million dollars in the US. People are finally getting smart and getting tired of Will Smith.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Torn Pentacle ()
Date: March 09, 2018 01:17PM

Minute 42:45 Andrea the foreigner correctly names Obama's daughter Malia and Brain Damage "corrects" him, saying "Malika" twice. Political Persuasions.

In Oscar's Take Florida resident and "political junkie" Brain Damage doesn't understand that Florida is not moving toward getting rid of Daylight Saving Time, but implementing it year-round.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Torn Pentacle ()
Date: March 09, 2018 02:26PM

Minute 45:05 Peekza and I play ride the pony.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Malibu Charlie ()
Date: March 09, 2018 02:32PM

Torn Pentacle Wrote:
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> Minute 45:05 Peekza and I play ride the pony.

WINNING!!!

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 09, 2018 03:22PM

Nice of Mike to let it slip that Merle really hates SDM, even though she pretends they're friends

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallagher ‘s Gallery ()
Date: March 09, 2018 06:35PM

Still kind of obsessed about the Gallagher’s Gallery video game.

I think I may have found some old ROMS on the internet. Just need to find the proper emulator, and I may be able to get this bad boy working on modern equipment.

Ideally we should get a Gofundme thing going to try to push for a reboot.

I’ll keep you guys continuously updated.

Also this weekend plenty of other Gallagher hilarity awaits you. I have been spending quite a lot of time in the Gallagharchives as of late!

Yours in comedy,
Gallagher Smash

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallagher Luvr ()
Date: March 09, 2018 06:42PM

I'm surprised Gallagher is still touring, what with his Kaposi's Sarcoma. They've really come a long way with the AIDS cocktails because I couldn't see any sores at all at the last show I attended. Good for him! He's the best!

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Enquiring Minds ()
Date: March 09, 2018 06:46PM

Did Robb get to impregnate Cary in the butt on his birthday?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallagher’s Gallery Reboot ()
Date: March 09, 2018 06:50PM

I was just at the Gofundme website. They want 5% of all donations.

Not sure if that’s too much or simply de rigueur for such things.

Any insights from the Gallagherians here of where/how best to get this reboot off the ground?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Netsuke ()
Date: March 09, 2018 07:41PM

Give him the Dimebag Darrell treatment.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallagher’s Gallery ()
Date: March 09, 2018 08:35PM

Netsuke Wrote:
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> Something hurtful.

Guys: searching for Gallagher’s Gallery on YouTube yielded tons of results.

One in particular, https://youtu.be/qwRw4bOOcf0 , could be immensely useful for our reboot efforts. It’s the complete LaserDisc content of the game, including cut scenes and the targets themselves!

More pics to come, but wanted to keep you abreast of the new stuff that’s been rapidly coming to light!

PS. If you search YouTube, you can get some videos of gameplay as well

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallagher Smash ()
Date: March 09, 2018 10:25PM

Been hard to sleep in light of the Gallagher's Gallery news I recently shared here. It's so exciting. I found an image of what appears to be a Nintendo DS edition - so that might be an additional avenue to explore with respect to our reboot options.

A question about our nomenclature here. I've been affectionately calling you all Gallagherians. That's a five syllable mouthful though. How about using the term GALLANTS instead?

Gallants is nice because it's only two syllables. It also implies bravery, chivalry, and other nice things.

From the (old?) French 'galer' meaning ‘have fun, make a show’. I think it's a nice way to honor Gallagher's name, spirit, and message. Thoughts?
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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: E2 Tambien ()
Date: March 09, 2018 10:39PM

Oh he's back. Darn. I was hoping he died.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Netsuke ()
Date: March 09, 2018 10:44PM

Netsuke Wrote:
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> Give him the Dimebag Darrell treatment.

Fixed it for you.

We get that you like Gallagher and have an armpit fetish. If you stopped with the pictures you'd probably be welcome here, even though Gallagher is the genital warts of comedy.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallagher Forever ()
Date: March 10, 2018 12:24AM

Gallagher is a critically acclaimed comedian and artiste. More Americans know of Gallagher than of TMOS ( by inordinate orders of magnitude).

Gallagher is an accepted topic in this thread, by communal agreement.

Much more is forthcoming, friends. Never surrender when comedy is on the line!

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Scunt ()
Date: March 10, 2018 12:42AM

Netsuke Wrote:
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> > Give him the Dimebag Darrell treatment.
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> Fixed it for you.
>
> We get that you like Gallagher and have an armpit
> fetish. If you stopped with the pictures you'd
> probably be welcome here, even though Gallagher is
> the genital warts of comedy.

...This coming from a loyal Mike Omeara listener, lol. Nobody gives the slightest fuck whether or not they’re welcome among you TMOS obsessed losers.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallagher Smash ()
Date: March 10, 2018 02:54AM

Despite the naysayers, it's a good time to be a Gallagher fan. We've got discussions here of Gallagher, past and present, good and bad. We've got discussion of a classic video game from 1992 that - if we pull together - might see a reboot.

We've got YouTube, to bring Gallagher's comedy effortlessly to us wherever we are.

Through a back-channel, I've heard that some folks close to Gallagher himself are visiting here to see what we're up to.

As I alluded to a few posts back - before the TMOS cultists started sipping their hatorade - I've got a lot of information to share this weekend, my Gallants. Things are looking up.

I love you,
Gallagher Smash








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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Cary and Carla ()
Date: March 10, 2018 09:03AM

Cary: A friend has alerted me that I was discussed on the little show this week. Is that why Mike left me a voice mail yesterday? Must I really engage my husband (sigh) with this?

No mystery why I don't like Mike. He's a insecure bullying alcoholic serving as a host to my barnacle husband, leading RWSJr to being more than satisfied to be a "sidekick" (insult to actual sidekicks) in a low-paying "career" incapable of providing health insurance for our family, among other things. Oscar can be tolerably charming at times - when he's not spouting his Latin misogyny, which is rare. Plus, he's to blame for creating TMOS in the first goddam place.

And why would I listen to TMOS? I need a break from my husband's nattering schtick. If you think he's bad on the podcast, imagine what it's like at home without Mike, Oscar, Matt, etc. to interrupt his nonstop flow of nonsense.

Rob and Joe, now that's an enjoyable podcast.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Buhhhhbye ()
Date: March 10, 2018 10:04AM

Cary and Carla Wrote:
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> Cary: A friend has alerted me that I was discussed
> on the little show this week. Is that why Mike
> left me a voice mail yesterday? Must I really
> engage my husband (sigh) with this?
>
> No mystery why I don't like Mike. He's a insecure
> bullying alcoholic serving as a host to my
> barnacle husband, leading RWSJr to being more than
> satisfied to be a "sidekick" (insult to actual
> sidekicks) in a low-paying "career" incapable of
> providing health insurance for our family, among
> other things. Oscar can be tolerably charming at
> times - when he's not spouting his Latin misogyny,
> which is rare. Plus, he's to blame for creating
> TMOS in the first goddam place.
>
> And why would I listen to TMOS? I need a break
> from my husband's nattering schtick. If you think
> he's bad on the podcast, imagine what it's like at
> home without Mike, Oscar, Matt, etc. to interrupt
> his nonstop flow of nonsense.
>
> Rob and Joe, now that's an enjoyable podcast.


Fuck off. This thread is about Gallagher now. Take that faggot TMOS shit elsewhere.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 10, 2018 11:02AM

simply not going to happen guy

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Getting your jollies ()
Date: March 10, 2018 11:19AM

All attachements from unknown posters get adblocked before I even scroll down to see them. Especially those made around 2:54 am.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: miscavage ()
Date: March 10, 2018 11:29AM

Anyone looking to hookup for some SCAT fun please pm me.

thanks

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Corky T ()
Date: March 10, 2018 11:53AM

peekza Wrote:
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> simply not going to happen guy

Are you just slow, or full-blown retarded?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Cary and Carla ()
Date: March 10, 2018 12:17PM

Cary: I'm not leaving this thread, especially since I piss off some of you. Ask my husband (sigh), I am very able and willing to continue to do things that I know bother certain people. For example, I don't even like to nap.

Carla may have punted, but I ain't going anywhere. Kindred spirits here.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 10, 2018 01:56PM

Yeah...what she said

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Whiskey Dick ()
Date: March 10, 2018 03:44PM

If you're anything like me you LOVES you some Gallagher! Go see him, early and often, at the first opportunity, before the AIDS takes him to the Great Watermelon Stand in the Sky! Robb couldn't book Gallagher because Gallagher doesn't do penny ante podcasts. The Man's been on Showtime!

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: She* ()
Date: March 10, 2018 05:00PM

peekza Wrote:
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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Torn Pentacle ()
Date: March 10, 2018 05:10PM

That picture's been used before, just another sign that Picture Guy sucks. He is the William Moreno of this thread.

Cary, did you deliver on the Birthday Anal this year? Do you have a particular regimen? I think we all would like to know.

https://interviews.adultdvdtalk.com/lauren-phillips/
Lauren: My anal preparation now that I know that coffee is a diuretic, is I stop eating the night before. My last meal is 7-8pm then I do an enema with saline. Then I do a shower enema. I wake up in the morning and drink lots of water than I’ll do one or two more enemas depending on if I took an anti-diuretic. That’s usually my preparation. Then, depending on who I’m working with, I might start stretching my butt out two days ahead of time only because I don’t get as much anal in my personal life as I’d like to.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Ex JFK guy ()
Date: March 10, 2018 06:04PM

I thought she took a facial every year??????

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: BOAD Guy 6666667 ()
Date: March 10, 2018 07:58PM

OMG - Bonus, I hate to say it SUCKED without mike. Blobb and Oscar have no chemistry! It was terrible.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Don Henley ()
Date: March 10, 2018 08:16PM

(Feat Gallagher)


They're pickin' up the prisoners
And puttin 'em in a pen
And all he wants to do is smash, smash
Rebels been rebels
Since I don't know when
And all he wants to do is smash

Molotov cocktail, the local drink
And all he wants to do is smash, smash
They mix 'em up right
In the kitchen sink
And all he wants to do is smash

Crazy people walkin' round with blood in their eyes
And all he wants to do is smash, smash, smash
Wild-eyed pistols wavers who ain't afraid to die
And all he wants to do is
And all he wants to do is smash
And make some laughs
He can't feel the heat
Comin' off the street
He wants to party
He wants to get down
All he wants to do is
All he wants to do is smash

Well the government bugged the men's room
In the local comedy lounge
And all he wants to do is smash, smash
To keep the boys from sellin'
All the weapons they could scrounge
And all he wants to do is smash

Yeah, but that don't keep the boys from makin' a buck or two
And all he wants to do is smash, smash
The still can sell the army
All the drugs that they can do
And all he wants to do is
All he wants to do is smash
And make so laughs

Well we barely make the airport
For the last plane out
As we taxied down the runway
I could hear the people shout
They said, "don't come back here Yankee"
But if I ever do
I'll bring more money
'Cause all he wants to do is smash
And make some laughs
Never mind the heat
Comin' off the street
He wants to party
Hewants to get down
All he wants to do is
All he wants to do is smash
And make some laughs
All he wants to do is smash

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallagher Smash ()
Date: March 10, 2018 08:46PM

Talk about a cool situation. Gallagher stayed at a fan's house in Utica.




$$$$$$$$$


Gallagher has taken his act on the road — and he's not going home.

The iconic 1980s comedian, best known for smashing watermelons, recently did a show in upstate Oneonta and then went on a local radio station looking for someone to take him in.

"When I meet my fans, they seem really friendly, so I just thought I'd hang out with them," Gallagher told CNY Central.

The Lanes, a couple from nearby Ilion, answered the call.

"We've got a couple watermelons and a sledge hammer," Chrissy Lane joked. But the offer was serious and Gallagher — produce and all — moved in.

The 68-year-old plans to spend the holidays upstate brainstorming his next project.

"God thinks it's a good idea to give me great ideas," Gallagher told CNY Central, "and then I have a burden to make sure I plant that seed before I have my fifth heart attack."

If it can be broken, dashed or smashed, then Gallagher has bashed it. The prop comic isn't the hit he once was, beamed into living rooms thanks to countless Showtime comedy specials.

But not everything has worked out for the funnyman. He had to sue his brother to stop him from stealing the Gallagher brand, reportedly lost a fortune in the stock market and, as he alluded to, survived four heart attacks.

That guy in the produce section who looks a lot like someone who was once famous — yes, it's Gallagher. He was spotted in the checkout line at a Utica Walmart on Saturday, waiting on a price check.

Finally, he told the cashier to use code 504.

"I'm pretty sure that's the code for watermelons," Gallagher said to the cashier, WIBX 950 reported.

It worked.

Now Gallagher is entrenched in Utica.

"I have a bucket list of things that will make the world a better place and I've decided to begin my work here in Utica," Gallagher told WIBX.

No word on whether his work involves a sledgehammer. But Gallagher has made a living smashing watermelons for too long to stop now.
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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Stumbled on This Site ()
Date: March 10, 2018 11:18PM

Another lie from Arm Fetish Guy. There are no 3-digit PLU codes.

Watermelon:
Mickey Lee / Sugarbaby (4331)
Mini, seedless [3-7 pounds] (3421)
Orange (3308), seedless (3281)
Red (4031), seedless (4032)
Yellow (4340), seedless (4341)
retailer assigned, including pre-cut melons (4342-4378)

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallagher Smash ()
Date: March 11, 2018 04:00AM

Gallagher Quotes So You Start Your Day With a Smile (GQSYSYDWAS)

I know God is a man because a woman wouldn't have invented dirt.
She would have invented carpet.

If your woman leaves you for another woman, should you hold the door for both of them?

I am a frizbeetarian, I believe when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and you can't get it down.

In school I got an "F" on a question that asked my opinion. I got my opinion wrong.

You know the old rule; "I" before "E" except after "C"? If Einstein had listened to that, he couldn't write his name.

One out of every three people is ugly. Look to your left, then look to your right. If you don't see it, guess what! It's you!

Why do kamakazi pilots wear helmets?

What makes Teflon stick to the pan?

Don't turn your back on a man named Saddam!

There's a mailbox in front of the post office. A mailbox is for when you ain't at the post office.
You don't pee in front of the bathroom! You go in the building.

I hate banks. When a check bounces they charge you more of what they know you ain't got any of.

It's common sense - you don't fry bacon naked!

I think the movie "Dances With Wolves" should be called "Dances With Wolf".
There's only one wolf!
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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Ex jfk guy ()
Date: March 11, 2018 10:23AM

Could they pick any pictures that are not real?
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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: LOLOLOLLLOO ()
Date: March 11, 2018 11:14AM

What mike looks like when he comes here.
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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Wrrrrrong ()
Date: March 11, 2018 11:26AM

LOLOLOLLLOO Wrote:
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> What mike looks like when he comes here.


Mike doesn’t even know this thread exists.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 11, 2018 12:06PM

Wrrrrrong Wrote:
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> LOLOLOLLLOO Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > What mike looks like when he comes here.
>
>
> Mike doesn’t even know this thread exists.

He has referenced it by name several times, he has made reference to thread content several times...try to keep up

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 11, 2018 12:07PM

Ex jfk guy Wrote:
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> Could they pick any pictures that are not real?


That picture of Mike is from the Free FM days...At least 14 years old

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: 'Oh The Humanity' ()
Date: March 11, 2018 12:43PM

peekza Wrote:
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> Wrrrrrong Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > LOLOLOLLLOO Wrote:
> >
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> > -----
> > > What mike looks like when he comes here.
> >
> >
> > Mike doesn’t even know this thread exists.
>
> He has referenced it by name several times, he has
> made reference to thread content several
> times...try to keep up


I agree with this analysis

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: TMOS is the Bestest Ever! ()
Date: March 11, 2018 01:09PM

peekza Wrote:
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> Wrrrrrong Wrote:
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> > LOLOLOLLLOO Wrote:
> >
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> > -----
> > > What mike looks like when he comes here.
> >
> >
> > Mike doesn’t even know this thread exists.
>
> He has referenced it by name several times, he has
> made reference to thread content several
> times...try to keep up

He'll remember it forever for nothing more than his first visit, when he was so proud and excited to see TMOS was the largest thread here, only to quickly see we were not fans.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: OaktonWhineShop ()
Date: March 11, 2018 02:04PM

I've given up trying to explain that, whether or not Mike knows this thread exists (he does, but who cares), cares about it (he seems to, but who cares), or wishes us well or ill (he seems to hate us, but who cares) isn't the point. It's not the purpose of this thread to evoke any kind of response from TMOS, to change the content of the show, to make the crew's life any better or any worse.

It's just a dumb discussion thread about a dumb podcast. Literally nobody who regularly contributes to this thread has any illusions or aspirations otherwise.

The Klubbers who show up to try to derail it seem to think we have some sort of nefarious agenda. Trust me, guys, we couldn't care less. You're way, way more concerned about this thread than we are. As is Mike, for that matter.

It's like Gallagher guy--along with countless other trolls over the years-- doesn't get that he literally can't make the thread stupider than it is. It's not a war, nobody's fighting back, guy...because this thread isn't important to literally anyone here. Fuck it, take it over, talk Gallagher all you want. There are no equivalents of SDM or Merle or Tripper here who will try to police the thing, because it's just (say it with me!) a dumb thread about a dumb podcast spun off from a dumb radio show.

(Huh. Guess I haven't given up trying to explain it after all.)

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Irish Stew ()
Date: March 11, 2018 04:39PM

They have been taking shots at SDM lately. Really nice after taking gifts arranged by hi even if he is a nut. And, I know a show member. Mike comes regularly. Oscar begs him not to do it. He HATES the family pics.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallagher Smash ()
Date: March 11, 2018 05:26PM

OaktonWhineShop Wrote:
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> A lot

Oakton, it’s me the Gallagher guy. Did you ever think (I know you do try sometimes) that I couldn’t give two shits about TMOS? Or about what is said about it? I literally don’t care.

What I do care about is Gallagher. I was hoping to steer the comedy-oriented fraternity of posters here towards discussion of a real legend. One with flaws -deep character flaws indeed - but one who has nonetheless touched the hearts of millions. How, arguably, his routine now has more racial subtext says volumes about (and parallels) a similar shift in the American heartland.

That’s something I’d be keen to talk about. Or the bitterness that is eating him alive.

But by all means, write about what you care about. TMOS in your case. I will remain here doing the same.

I’ll leave you with this: what’s the difference between a watch and Gallagher. Gallagher is timeless.

(I guess I haven’t given up trying to explain this stuff either.)

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Torn Pentacle ()
Date: March 11, 2018 05:54PM

Armpit Fetish Guy Wrote:
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> )

Okay you've made your point. How about moving on to defiling another thread? There's a good obese lad!

There's an old saying: If you meet Gallagher on the road, kill him.

Now I'm not saying anyone should kill Gallagher but I'm also not telling anyone not to, get my drift? If not for the crap humor then for the child molestation.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Hey, apostrophe S face! ()
Date: March 11, 2018 06:32PM

Gallagher guy -- how about blazing a trail on the fresh virgin snow of a thread devoted ONLY to Gallagher? Then you wouldn't have to scroll through TMOS posts, as we do yours.

But you know that.

You have another motive, of course. It's not working.

But you know that.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Buhbye! ()
Date: March 11, 2018 06:44PM

Hey, apostrophe S face! Wrote:
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> Gallagher guy -- how about blazing a trail on the
> fresh virgin snow of a thread devoted ONLY to
> Gallagher? Then you wouldn't have to scroll
> through TMOS posts, as we do yours.
>
> But you know that.
>
> You have another motive, of course. It's not
> working.
>
> But you know that.

How about you go find another forum to suck Mike’s nuts in.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallagher Smash ()
Date: March 11, 2018 07:39PM

Hey, apostrophe S face! Wrote:
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> Gallagher guy -- how about blazing a trail on the
> fresh virgin snow of a thread devoted ONLY to
> Gallagher?

I thought about this. And we may. We would need to crosspost in both places indefinitely so the Gallants can all learn where the discussion has moved.

However the primary reason for us Gallants to remain here is simple: we were invited by a quorum of forum participants to stay.

It’s no problem for me to scroll by the handful of TMOS posts either. That, like Gallagher, is a fair topic here. Although TMOS is a tedious and belabored one. So you should not have any problem either.

But you knew that.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallagher Smash ()
Date: March 11, 2018 09:56PM

Most of you Gallants already know the other thing I'm super into:

I was reclining on the sofa in my living room. An ordinary day, as things went. I lazed about, eating snacks and playing video games. Until that moment when everything changed.

"Adam! Son!" the cry came. "Could you come here please."

I sighed, and opened the door to my mom, Michele's, room.

I found an interesting sight. My mom was draped over the bed, and if I wasn't her son I would probably have called the position seductive. Her arms were stretched above her head, catlike, and her legs were drawn up under her. She wore a purple blouse and black leggings.

"Yeah?" I asked, expecting nothing. A store run, maybe, or a cup of coffee. Instead she giggled, sat up, and proceeded.

"Well, your Dad's out of town, and you've been so busy with schoolwork lately that I thought we could both, y'know-benefit from a day together. Now hoooow does that sound?"

Inwardly, I groaned. But her smile was so innocent. And I'd always secretly harbored an affection for my mom, beyond what typically came between a mother and son. My mother and father spent a lot of time apart, and often I was the only one to comment on her new hairdo or cute makeup. Yes, my mom was a beautiful woman. So I agreed.

"Sure, why not. Heh, could be fun," I replied with a grin back.

"Yay!"

"Should I get my clothes and change, Mom?"

Unexpectedly, she laughed. "I had a different kind of day planned for us actually. It'll be a surprise. I'll go get ready now, actually. I've sent your brother and the maids away, so we have the whole house to ourselves!"

I'd only just noticed this. "Uh, alright Mom."

She retreated into the bathroom, presumably to get ready. I flopped onto the couch and switched on the TV. Idly flicking through the channels, I pondered how long I'd have to wait. Would this be like last time, where I spent an hour sitting down in a full tuxedo while she pranced about the bathroom getting ready for whatever little thing-

The door opened.

My jaw dropped.

My mom, my own mother, my Michele, stood there in just her bra and a cute set of matching lace panties. Her figure was great, as I knew from a few accidental bathtime encounters. But she looked different now. She was...radiant, her hips swaying with a confident push as she strode toward me. Her short black hair stopped at her shoulders, meeting them and coming up into elegant upturned endings. She stopped, barely 6 inches in front of me, one hand on her hip.

"So? What do you think?"

My jaw still on the floor, I managed to stammer out "I-I-I think you look great Mom, but why are you-"

She pulled me close, into the magnificently warm embrace of her barely covered breasts. She smelled wonderful.

"Son, have you really not realised it yet?" She laughed. "We have the whole house to ourselves, I'm wearing a sexy outfit, we're in the bedroom-what do you think I want?"

I was still in shock. "You mean..?"

She hugged me tight, into her amazingly firm yet soft bosom. "Today, Adam, is all about you becoming a man. I wouldn't want you going off to college with no idea on how to do...well..."

She gestured vaguely to herself, then the bed.

"A woman, honey."

I finally got myself together. "Mom, I really don't think that-"

It was no use. She shook her head, still smiling. "Let's start with the basics." She then pulled my shirt over my head, discarding it to God knows where. Then she kneeled, descending to belt level. Mom practically tore my pants off, and I stepped out, still somewhat bewildered. All that remained now were my boxers, a hard length pressed up against them. A smile met Michele's lips.

"Looks like you aren't completely clueless."

The boxers, too, had to go. I was left standing naked by the bed, hard as a rock, with my own mother kneeling in front of me.

"I'll start us off," she whispered. By Gods, my mom could be seductive. The outfit, the lights (dimmed, shutters expertly closed to throw shades of sunlight across the bed), her language-I was still pondering all of those things when she took me in her mouth.

I nearly came right then and there, feeling the pure softness and warmth of my mother's mouth. I'd seen blowjobs before, of course, but had never experienced one. My mom began slowly, rolling my length around her mouth. But she was so gentle, with the love and tenderness one could come to expect from a mother to her son. She took me slowly, softly, letting me feel every corner of my own personal heaven. Then she began pumping, moving her head in broad strokes up my shaft. I gasped, enveloped in harmony. I became weak at the knees, but did my best to stay strong. Who knew if my mom would still be this accommodating to a guy who couldn't even stand up for a blowjob? But she was so good, so incredibly appetizing and alluring and pleasing. She planted little kisses as she withdrew, coating the head of my dick with her saliva. Where had she learned? Her maddening bra and panties were still on, when all I wanted to do was rip them off and fuck her right there and then. But she had power over me. My caveman desires sated, I enjoyed my mom's mouth, Michele taking me in and holding me, then retracting, preparing for another round.

She took me deeper and deeper, and I began to hear small gulping sounds from the back of her throat. I wanted to ask if I could do anything to help, but even I knew that would be foolish in a moment of this heat and intensity. Instead, she helped herself, taking one of her hands and planting it on my cock, steadying herself while enhancing my pleasure. I flinched from the cold of her fingers, and she must have felt it, for she looked up and held my gaze. I saw the smoldering desire, the love, the pure unadulterated sex in those dark eyes at that moment, and erupted. I couldn't help myself. Ropes of sticky cum lanced out from my cock, My peak had come, and the waves of semen that erupted from my penis filled my mom's mouth, and more. I was worried mom would be inundated, as she had taken me out of her mouth and closed her eyes as she felt me climax, her mouth wide. I coated her face in cum, even leaving some streaked across her eye. My mom, my beautiful, amazing Michele, my own mother, had just given me my first blowjob.

Initially, I was worried, foolishly. One part of me wanted to rush to the bathroom, get some towels, and apologise for the whole mess. The other part of me wanted to lift her up and fuck her hard while the cum dried. While I weighed both options, my mom just took it all in. She took one manicured hand, wiping the cum from her right eye. Then she started grinning again.

"Wow," she gasped, breathless, speech coming throaty and hot. "Not bad, huh."

I wanted to ask so many, so many questions. Was I doing it right? Did I cum too fast? Make too much noise? Not stand properly? I had so many questions to ask the goddess that my mom had become, but all I managed was a stammering "Thanks."

My mom threw her head back as she laughed, scattering the white carpet with little beads of cum. "You're so cute, even now! I'm almost sad I can't tell anyone about this!"

I didn't know what to say, so I smiled, hoping that would ease the embarrassment of having just busted a nut over my mother's face.

"Onto the next lesson?" she asked, face happy and imploring. How could I say no? I nodded, sweat pooling and running down my face. My mom reached down then, for her panties. My breath caught in my throat as she sat on the bed and wriggled them off, exposing her pussy and her ass to the cool afternoon air. My mom had an ass to die for, perfectly sized, protruding just the right amount when she chose to wear leggings or yoga pants. Which, thankfully, was often. Her pussy was ringed with a wispy covering of pubic hair, but even I could see the glistening wetness coating it. That was a good sign, I hoped. My mom took a step toward the bed and lay down, legs hanging off it, body stretched onto one of the pillows.

"I hope you know what to do next."

I hoped I did. I drew towards her, cock still hard, I bent my knees, and posited my dick at the entrance to her pussy. She was definitely wet, a small puddle already formed underneath where it lay on the bed. I held my dick in my hands as I prepared to push into my mother, my slut, my goddess, and I-

She grimaced, twitching her legs and drawing back a little.

"Not yet, son. I gave you a blowjob. Didn't I teach you about manners when you were little?"

Ah, of course. So I (with a hint of remorse) took my cock away from her pussy and bent fully down, kneeling in front of my mother, head deep between her thighs. My mom nodded.

"Next lesson starts...now," she giggled.

I kissed her first, like all the pornos I'd seen had done. Then I ran my tongue up and down it, trying to be slow and sensual. In truth I was stalling, trying to think of how to proceed. But it seemed to be alright, judging by my mom tightening her muscles and drawing in a breath. Emboldened. I pressed onward, trying to gather as much of her juices as I could. She tasted sweet, and I quickened my pace, licking up her pussy juice. Mom was breathing hard now, and her legs had tightened fully, thighs against calves. I dared break for a second to get a look at her. She had her eyes tightly closed, her face calm while covered in sweat, and her hands gripped the sheets tightly. I entered her with my tongue fully, penetrating what I hoped to later claim with my cock. Michele drew in a breath, long and deep. Then she resumed her rapture, all her muscles tightening in ecstasy, in love, panting deeply. Between breaths, she managed to gasp a message.

"You can...use your fingers, son."

I complied with my mother, my index fingers already rising to her open pussy. I stroked her first, around the edge, then withdrew my tongue and penetrated her with a finger. She yelped, but came with encouraging words.

"Yes...please...more-you're doing great sweetheart."

I remembered the clitoris, as I'd heard it was amazingly pleasurable for women. My mouth ventured there next, to the telltale bump just above her pussy. I licked at it, and my mom bucked, arching her back in supreme pleasure. Continuing my adventures with my fingers, I pleasured her clit just as I'd done to her ass.

"Yessssss....son, I'm going to cum-!"

And cum she did. Though she doled out nowhere near what I'd done to her, she came hard, her walls spasming on my finger, holding it tight in her pussy. As I withdrew my hand, she leaked onto the bed, liquid pooling and dripping onto the floor.

She raised her head, looked at me down between her thighs, and smiled. "Great work sweetie," she said, voice still coming breathily. "Are you ready for the last basic lesson."

I had some idea of what this would be. I nodded eagerly. Mom smiled.

"Of course you are. Come here, come on top of me," she said.

I was all too happy to comply, almost leaping off the floor and into her waiting arms. My cock was rigid, ready to fuck this beautiful woman, my own mother. Michele. We rolled in the embrace, neither of us daring to break it. Mom did first, after a good thirty seconds.

"Don't you have a job to do?"

I didn't need to be told twice. My cock was ready. I got her beneath me, then my arms under me. I pushed up and used one arm to steady myself. The other went to my cock. I moved my hips forward and into her, my cock guiding the way. I penetrated her, her pussy already well lubed from our earlier activity. She met my eyes, her black pupils urging, begging, pleading. I thrusted in to my full extent, leaving it there for a while, feeling the pulsing of her walls and her tight, short breaths. She pulled her head close, onto my shoulder, and whispered straight into my ear.

"Yes. Now. Please."

I began to thrust into my mother, meeting her sex with thrusts. She started bucking to meet me, and we established a rhythm, my eyes finding hers as she lay under me. Occasionally, my mom would break for a kiss, my cock stopping its pistoning as I met her lips. My hands roamed, questing across her body. I came to her bra, and looked at her. No words needed to be exchanged, I knew what she wanted. I reached under her and unclipped it, pulling it down across her sweating body to her stomach. My hands grasped her breasts as I fucked her, kneading them like dough. She bucked and arched under my attention, but made no efforts to leave, her eyes closing in rapture. It was so sexy, so perfect, that I almost didn't notice my mother squirming away, out from under my body. I was too deep in my own heaven, enjoying kissing her and feeling her pussy beneath me.

"I can't let you leave without trying my favorite position."

Mom spun around, raising herself half off the bed. Resting on her elbows, she raised her ass toward me, and twisted her head to look at me.

"Fuck your mom like a dog, son."

I came up into a kneel, and answered her request, strokes meeting her in an utter avalanche of pleasure. I pistoned into her, and as I thrust into her raised ass again and again my hands reached under her and took one of her breasts, kneading it just as I had done before. I was about to cum, and I think my Mom knew that. She turned around, her face contorted in ecstasy, but words reassuring.

"Come inside your mother."

I came for the second time that day, blasting my mother's pussy with cum. It was only after I withdrew from the site of a second explosive orgasm when I realised how tired it was. I collapsed onto the bed, my mom curling up against me. She snuck a finger down to her pussy, coating it with our shared juices and raising it to her mouth. Then she kissed me again, and I was so struck with the sheer audacity that my cock sprang right up again. Her sweaty tits felt warm against me in my mother's embrace. We were both so tired that I almost didn't hear my mom whispering into my ear.

"We'll learn so much more tomorrow, son."

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Gallapalooza ()
Date: March 11, 2018 10:03PM

Gallagher Smash Wrote:
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> Most of you Gallants already know the other thing
> I'm super into:
>
> I was reclining on the sofa in my living room. An
> ordinary day, as things went. I lazed about,
> eating snacks and playing video games. Until that
> moment when everything changed.
>
> "Adam! Son!" the cry came. "Could you come here
> please."
>
> I sighed, and opened the door to my mom,
> Michele's, room.
>
> I found an interesting sight. My mom was draped
> over the bed, and if I wasn't her son I would
> probably have called the position seductive. Her
> arms were stretched above her head, catlike, and
> her legs were drawn up under her. She wore a
> purple blouse and black leggings.
>
> "Yeah?" I asked, expecting nothing. A store run,
> maybe, or a cup of coffee. Instead she giggled,
> sat up, and proceeded.
>
> "Well, your Dad's out of town, and you've been so
> busy with schoolwork lately that I thought we
> could both, y'know-benefit from a day together.
> Now hoooow does that sound?"
>
> Inwardly, I groaned. But her smile was so
> innocent. And I'd always secretly harbored an
> affection for my mom, beyond what typically came
> between a mother and son. My mother and father
> spent a lot of time apart, and often I was the
> only one to comment on her new hairdo or cute
> makeup. Yes, my mom was a beautiful woman. So I
> agreed.
>
> "Sure, why not. Heh, could be fun," I replied with
> a grin back.
>
> "Yay!"
>
> "Should I get my clothes and change, Mom?"
>
> Unexpectedly, she laughed. "I had a different kind
> of day planned for us actually. It'll be a
> surprise. I'll go get ready now, actually. I've
> sent your brother and the maids away, so we have
> the whole house to ourselves!"
>
> I'd only just noticed this. "Uh, alright Mom."
>
> She retreated into the bathroom, presumably to get
> ready. I flopped onto the couch and switched on
> the TV. Idly flicking through the channels, I
> pondered how long I'd have to wait. Would this be
> like last time, where I spent an hour sitting down
> in a full tuxedo while she pranced about the
> bathroom getting ready for whatever little thing-
>
> The door opened.
>
> My jaw dropped.
>
> My mom, my own mother, my Michele, stood there in
> just her bra and a cute set of matching lace
> panties. Her figure was great, as I knew from a
> few accidental bathtime encounters. But she looked
> different now. She was...radiant, her hips swaying
> with a confident push as she strode toward me. Her
> short black hair stopped at her shoulders, meeting
> them and coming up into elegant upturned endings.
> She stopped, barely 6 inches in front of me, one
> hand on her hip.
>
> "So? What do you think?"
>
> My jaw still on the floor, I managed to stammer
> out "I-I-I think you look great Mom, but why are
> you-"
>
> She pulled me close, into the magnificently warm
> embrace of her barely covered breasts. She smelled
> wonderful.
>
> "Son, have you really not realised it yet?" She
> laughed. "We have the whole house to ourselves,
> I'm wearing a sexy outfit, we're in the
> bedroom-what do you think I want?"
>
> I was still in shock. "You mean..?"
>
> She hugged me tight, into her amazingly firm yet
> soft bosom. "Today, Adam, is all about you
> becoming a man. I wouldn't want you going off to
> college with no idea on how to do...well..."
>
> She gestured vaguely to herself, then the bed.
>
> "A woman, honey."
>
> I finally got myself together. "Mom, I really
> don't think that-"
>
> It was no use. She shook her head, still smiling.
> "Let's start with the basics." She then pulled my
> shirt over my head, discarding it to God knows
> where. Then she kneeled, descending to belt level.
> Mom practically tore my pants off, and I stepped
> out, still somewhat bewildered. All that remained
> now were my boxers, a hard length pressed up
> against them. A smile met Michele's lips.
>
> "Looks like you aren't completely clueless."
>
> The boxers, too, had to go. I was left standing
> naked by the bed, hard as a rock, with my own
> mother kneeling in front of me.
>
> "I'll start us off," she whispered. By Gods, my
> mom could be seductive. The outfit, the lights
> (dimmed, shutters expertly closed to throw shades
> of sunlight across the bed), her language-I was
> still pondering all of those things when she took
> me in her mouth.
>
> I nearly came right then and there, feeling the
> pure softness and warmth of my mother's mouth. I'd
> seen blowjobs before, of course, but had never
> experienced one. My mom began slowly, rolling my
> length around her mouth. But she was so gentle,
> with the love and tenderness one could come to
> expect from a mother to her son. She took me
> slowly, softly, letting me feel every corner of my
> own personal heaven. Then she began pumping,
> moving her head in broad strokes up my shaft. I
> gasped, enveloped in harmony. I became weak at the
> knees, but did my best to stay strong. Who knew if
> my mom would still be this accommodating to a guy
> who couldn't even stand up for a blowjob? But she
> was so good, so incredibly appetizing and alluring
> and pleasing. She planted little kisses as she
> withdrew, coating the head of my dick with her
> saliva. Where had she learned? Her maddening bra
> and panties were still on, when all I wanted to do
> was rip them off and fuck her right there and
> then. But she had power over me. My caveman
> desires sated, I enjoyed my mom's mouth, Michele
> taking me in and holding me, then retracting,
> preparing for another round.
>
> She took me deeper and deeper, and I began to hear
> small gulping sounds from the back of her throat.
> I wanted to ask if I could do anything to help,
> but even I knew that would be foolish in a moment
> of this heat and intensity. Instead, she helped
> herself, taking one of her hands and planting it
> on my cock, steadying herself while enhancing my
> pleasure. I flinched from the cold of her fingers,
> and she must have felt it, for she looked up and
> held my gaze. I saw the smoldering desire, the
> love, the pure unadulterated sex in those dark
> eyes at that moment, and erupted. I couldn't help
> myself. Ropes of sticky cum lanced out from my
> cock, My peak had come, and the waves of semen
> that erupted from my penis filled my mom's mouth,
> and more. I was worried mom would be inundated, as
> she had taken me out of her mouth and closed her
> eyes as she felt me climax, her mouth wide. I
> coated her face in cum, even leaving some streaked
> across her eye. My mom, my beautiful, amazing
> Michele, my own mother, had just given me my first
> blowjob.
>
> Initially, I was worried, foolishly. One part of
> me wanted to rush to the bathroom, get some
> towels, and apologise for the whole mess. The
> other part of me wanted to lift her up and fuck
> her hard while the cum dried. While I weighed both
> options, my mom just took it all in. She took one
> manicured hand, wiping the cum from her right eye.
> Then she started grinning again.
>
> "Wow," she gasped, breathless, speech coming
> throaty and hot. "Not bad, huh."
>
> I wanted to ask so many, so many questions. Was I
> doing it right? Did I cum too fast? Make too much
> noise? Not stand properly? I had so many questions
> to ask the goddess that my mom had become, but all
> I managed was a stammering "Thanks."
>
> My mom threw her head back as she laughed,
> scattering the white carpet with little beads of
> cum. "You're so cute, even now! I'm almost sad I
> can't tell anyone about this!"
>
> I didn't know what to say, so I smiled, hoping
> that would ease the embarrassment of having just
> busted a nut over my mother's face.
>
> "Onto the next lesson?" she asked, face happy and
> imploring. How could I say no? I nodded, sweat
> pooling and running down my face. My mom reached
> down then, for her panties. My breath caught in my
> throat as she sat on the bed and wriggled them
> off, exposing her pussy and her ass to the cool
> afternoon air. My mom had an ass to die for,
> perfectly sized, protruding just the right amount
> when she chose to wear leggings or yoga pants.
> Which, thankfully, was often. Her pussy was ringed
> with a wispy covering of pubic hair, but even I
> could see the glistening wetness coating it. That
> was a good sign, I hoped. My mom took a step
> toward the bed and lay down, legs hanging off it,
> body stretched onto one of the pillows.
>
> "I hope you know what to do next."
>
> I hoped I did. I drew towards her, cock still
> hard, I bent my knees, and posited my dick at the
> entrance to her pussy. She was definitely wet, a
> small puddle already formed underneath where it
> lay on the bed. I held my dick in my hands as I
> prepared to push into my mother, my slut, my
> goddess, and I-
>
> She grimaced, twitching her legs and drawing back
> a little.
>
> "Not yet, son. I gave you a blowjob. Didn't I
> teach you about manners when you were little?"
>
> Ah, of course. So I (with a hint of remorse) took
> my cock away from her pussy and bent fully down,
> kneeling in front of my mother, head deep between
> her thighs. My mom nodded.
>
> "Next lesson starts...now," she giggled.
>
> I kissed her first, like all the pornos I'd seen
> had done. Then I ran my tongue up and down it,
> trying to be slow and sensual. In truth I was
> stalling, trying to think of how to proceed. But
> it seemed to be alright, judging by my mom
> tightening her muscles and drawing in a breath.
> Emboldened. I pressed onward, trying to gather as
> much of her juices as I could. She tasted sweet,
> and I quickened my pace, licking up her pussy
> juice. Mom was breathing hard now, and her legs
> had tightened fully, thighs against calves. I
> dared break for a second to get a look at her. She
> had her eyes tightly closed, her face calm while
> covered in sweat, and her hands gripped the sheets
> tightly. I entered her with my tongue fully,
> penetrating what I hoped to later claim with my
> cock. Michele drew in a breath, long and deep.
> Then she resumed her rapture, all her muscles
> tightening in ecstasy, in love, panting deeply.
> Between breaths, she managed to gasp a message.
>
> "You can...use your fingers, son."
>
> I complied with my mother, my index fingers
> already rising to her open pussy. I stroked her
> first, around the edge, then withdrew my tongue
> and penetrated her with a finger. She yelped, but
> came with encouraging words.
>
> "Yes...please...more-you're doing great
> sweetheart."
>
> I remembered the clitoris, as I'd heard it was
> amazingly pleasurable for women. My mouth ventured
> there next, to the telltale bump just above her
> pussy. I licked at it, and my mom bucked, arching
> her back in supreme pleasure. Continuing my
> adventures with my fingers, I pleasured her clit
> just as I'd done to her ass.
>
> "Yessssss....son, I'm going to cum-!"
>
> And cum she did. Though she doled out nowhere near
> what I'd done to her, she came hard, her walls
> spasming on my finger, holding it tight in her
> pussy. As I withdrew my hand, she leaked onto the
> bed, liquid pooling and dripping onto the floor.
>
> She raised her head, looked at me down between her
> thighs, and smiled. "Great work sweetie," she
> said, voice still coming breathily. "Are you ready
> for the last basic lesson."
>
> I had some idea of what this would be. I nodded
> eagerly. Mom smiled.
>
> "Of course you are. Come here, come on top of me,"
> she said.
>
> I was all too happy to comply, almost leaping off
> the floor and into her waiting arms. My cock was
> rigid, ready to fuck this beautiful woman, my own
> mother. Michele. We rolled in the embrace, neither
> of us daring to break it. Mom did first, after a
> good thirty seconds.
>
> "Don't you have a job to do?"
>
> I didn't need to be told twice. My cock was ready.
> I got her beneath me, then my arms under me. I
> pushed up and used one arm to steady myself. The
> other went to my cock. I moved my hips forward and
> into her, my cock guiding the way. I penetrated
> her, her pussy already well lubed from our earlier
> activity. She met my eyes, her black pupils
> urging, begging, pleading. I thrusted in to my
> full extent, leaving it there for a while, feeling
> the pulsing of her walls and her tight, short
> breaths. She pulled her head close, onto my
> shoulder, and whispered straight into my ear.
>
> "Yes. Now. Please."
>
> I began to thrust into my mother, meeting her sex
> with thrusts. She started bucking to meet me, and
> we established a rhythm, my eyes finding hers as
> she lay under me. Occasionally, my mom would break
> for a kiss, my cock stopping its pistoning as I
> met her lips. My hands roamed, questing across her
> body. I came to her bra, and looked at her. No
> words needed to be exchanged, I knew what she
> wanted. I reached under her and unclipped it,
> pulling it down across her sweating body to her
> stomach. My hands grasped her breasts as I fucked
> her, kneading them like dough. She bucked and
> arched under my attention, but made no efforts to
> leave, her eyes closing in rapture. It was so
> sexy, so perfect, that I almost didn't notice my
> mother squirming away, out from under my body. I
> was too deep in my own heaven, enjoying kissing
> her and feeling her pussy beneath me.
>
> "I can't let you leave without trying my favorite
> position."
>
> Mom spun around, raising herself half off the bed.
> Resting on her elbows, she raised her ass toward
> me, and twisted her head to look at me.
>
> "Fuck your mom like a dog, son."
>
> I came up into a kneel, and answered her request,
> strokes meeting her in an utter avalanche of
> pleasure. I pistoned into her, and as I thrust
> into her raised ass again and again my hands
> reached under her and took one of her breasts,
> kneading it just as I had done before. I was about
> to cum, and I think my Mom knew that. She turned
> around, her face contorted in ecstasy, but words
> reassuring.
>
> "Come inside your mother."
>
> I came for the second time that day, blasting my
> mother's pussy with cum. It was only after I
> withdrew from the site of a second explosive
> orgasm when I realised how tired it was. I
> collapsed onto the bed, my mom curling up against
> me. She snuck a finger down to her pussy, coating
> it with our shared juices and raising it to her
> mouth. Then she kissed me again, and I was so
> struck with the sheer audacity that my cock sprang
> right up again. Her sweaty tits felt warm against
> me in my mother's embrace. We were both so tired
> that I almost didn't hear my mom whispering into
> my ear.
>
> "We'll learn so much more tomorrow, son."


AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Yessssssssssssssir!

Math adds up...You are doing the Lord’s work.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: GalIagher Smash ()
Date: March 11, 2018 10:04PM

Incest is not really my bag, baby. Nice try though!

Obviously I’ve touched a nerve.

Glad you like the term Gallants though!

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: David Bowie ()
Date: March 11, 2018 10:53PM

(Feat Gallagher)

Let's smash
Put on your red shoes and smash some fruit
Let's smash
To the song they're playin' on the radio
Let's sway
While color lights up your face
Let's sway
Sway through the crowd to an empty space

If you say run
I'll run with you
And if you say hide
We'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall into my arms
And tremble like a flower

Let's smash
Let's smash
For fear your grace should fall
Let's smash
For fear tonight is all
Let's sway
You could look into my eyes
Let's sway
Under the moonlight, this serious moonlight

And if you say run
I'll run with you
And if you say hide
We'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall into my arms
And tremble like a flower

Let's smash
Put on your red shoes and smash some fruit
Let's sway
Under the moonlight, this serious moonlight
Let's smash
Let's smash
Let's smash, smash, smash

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 11, 2018 10:54PM

Gallapalooza Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Gallagher Smash Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Most of you Gallants already know the other
> thing
> > I'm super into:
> >
> > I was reclining on the sofa in my living room.
> An
> > ordinary day, as things went. I lazed about,
> > eating snacks and playing video games. Until
> that
> > moment when everything changed.
> >
> > "Adam! Son!" the cry came. "Could you come here
> > please."
> >
> > I sighed, and opened the door to my mom,
> > Michele's, room.
> >
> > I found an interesting sight. My mom was draped
> > over the bed, and if I wasn't her son I would
> > probably have called the position seductive.
> Her
> > arms were stretched above her head, catlike,
> and
> > her legs were drawn up under her. She wore a
> > purple blouse and black leggings.
> >
> > "Yeah?" I asked, expecting nothing. A store
> run,
> > maybe, or a cup of coffee. Instead she giggled,
> > sat up, and proceeded.
> >
> > "Well, your Dad's out of town, and you've been
> so
> > busy with schoolwork lately that I thought we
> > could both, y'know-benefit from a day together.
> > Now hoooow does that sound?"
> >
> > Inwardly, I groaned. But her smile was so
> > innocent. And I'd always secretly harbored an
> > affection for my mom, beyond what typically
> came
> > between a mother and son. My mother and father
> > spent a lot of time apart, and often I was the
> > only one to comment on her new hairdo or cute
> > makeup. Yes, my mom was a beautiful woman. So I
> > agreed.
> >
> > "Sure, why not. Heh, could be fun," I replied
> with
> > a grin back.
> >
> > "Yay!"
> >
> > "Should I get my clothes and change, Mom?"
> >
> > Unexpectedly, she laughed. "I had a different
> kind
> > of day planned for us actually. It'll be a
> > surprise. I'll go get ready now, actually. I've
> > sent your brother and the maids away, so we
> have
> > the whole house to ourselves!"
> >
> > I'd only just noticed this. "Uh, alright Mom."
> >
> > She retreated into the bathroom, presumably to
> get
> > ready. I flopped onto the couch and switched on
> > the TV. Idly flicking through the channels, I
> > pondered how long I'd have to wait. Would this
> be
> > like last time, where I spent an hour sitting
> down
> > in a full tuxedo while she pranced about the
> > bathroom getting ready for whatever little
> thing-
> >
> > The door opened.
> >
> > My jaw dropped.
> >
> > My mom, my own mother, my Michele, stood there
> in
> > just her bra and a cute set of matching lace
> > panties. Her figure was great, as I knew from a
> > few accidental bathtime encounters. But she
> looked
> > different now. She was...radiant, her hips
> swaying
> > with a confident push as she strode toward me.
> Her
> > short black hair stopped at her shoulders,
> meeting
> > them and coming up into elegant upturned
> endings.
> > She stopped, barely 6 inches in front of me,
> one
> > hand on her hip.
> >
> > "So? What do you think?"
> >
> > My jaw still on the floor, I managed to stammer
> > out "I-I-I think you look great Mom, but why
> are
> > you-"
> >
> > She pulled me close, into the magnificently
> warm
> > embrace of her barely covered breasts. She
> smelled
> > wonderful.
> >
> > "Son, have you really not realised it yet?" She
> > laughed. "We have the whole house to ourselves,
> > I'm wearing a sexy outfit, we're in the
> > bedroom-what do you think I want?"
> >
> > I was still in shock. "You mean..?"
> >
> > She hugged me tight, into her amazingly firm
> yet
> > soft bosom. "Today, Adam, is all about you
> > becoming a man. I wouldn't want you going off
> to
> > college with no idea on how to do...well..."
> >
> > She gestured vaguely to herself, then the bed.
> >
> > "A woman, honey."
> >
> > I finally got myself together. "Mom, I really
> > don't think that-"
> >
> > It was no use. She shook her head, still
> smiling.
> > "Let's start with the basics." She then pulled
> my
> > shirt over my head, discarding it to God knows
> > where. Then she kneeled, descending to belt
> level.
> > Mom practically tore my pants off, and I
> stepped
> > out, still somewhat bewildered. All that
> remained
> > now were my boxers, a hard length pressed up
> > against them. A smile met Michele's lips.
> >
> > "Looks like you aren't completely clueless."
> >
> > The boxers, too, had to go. I was left standing
> > naked by the bed, hard as a rock, with my own
> > mother kneeling in front of me.
> >
> > "I'll start us off," she whispered. By Gods, my
> > mom could be seductive. The outfit, the lights
> > (dimmed, shutters expertly closed to throw
> shades
> > of sunlight across the bed), her language-I was
> > still pondering all of those things when she
> took
> > me in her mouth.
> >
> > I nearly came right then and there, feeling the
> > pure softness and warmth of my mother's mouth.
> I'd
> > seen blowjobs before, of course, but had never
> > experienced one. My mom began slowly, rolling
> my
> > length around her mouth. But she was so gentle,
> > with the love and tenderness one could come to
> > expect from a mother to her son. She took me
> > slowly, softly, letting me feel every corner of
> my
> > own personal heaven. Then she began pumping,
> > moving her head in broad strokes up my shaft. I
> > gasped, enveloped in harmony. I became weak at
> the
> > knees, but did my best to stay strong. Who knew
> if
> > my mom would still be this accommodating to a
> guy
> > who couldn't even stand up for a blowjob? But
> she
> > was so good, so incredibly appetizing and
> alluring
> > and pleasing. She planted little kisses as she
> > withdrew, coating the head of my dick with her
> > saliva. Where had she learned? Her maddening
> bra
> > and panties were still on, when all I wanted to
> do
> > was rip them off and fuck her right there and
> > then. But she had power over me. My caveman
> > desires sated, I enjoyed my mom's mouth,
> Michele
> > taking me in and holding me, then retracting,
> > preparing for another round.
> >
> > She took me deeper and deeper, and I began to
> hear
> > small gulping sounds from the back of her
> throat.
> > I wanted to ask if I could do anything to help,
> > but even I knew that would be foolish in a
> moment
> > of this heat and intensity. Instead, she helped
> > herself, taking one of her hands and planting
> it
> > on my cock, steadying herself while enhancing
> my
> > pleasure. I flinched from the cold of her
> fingers,
> > and she must have felt it, for she looked up
> and
> > held my gaze. I saw the smoldering desire, the
> > love, the pure unadulterated sex in those dark
> > eyes at that moment, and erupted. I couldn't
> help
> > myself. Ropes of sticky cum lanced out from my
> > cock, My peak had come, and the waves of semen
> > that erupted from my penis filled my mom's
> mouth,
> > and more. I was worried mom would be inundated,
> as
> > she had taken me out of her mouth and closed
> her
> > eyes as she felt me climax, her mouth wide. I
> > coated her face in cum, even leaving some
> streaked
> > across her eye. My mom, my beautiful, amazing
> > Michele, my own mother, had just given me my
> first
> > blowjob.
> >
> > Initially, I was worried, foolishly. One part
> of
> > me wanted to rush to the bathroom, get some
> > towels, and apologise for the whole mess. The
> > other part of me wanted to lift her up and fuck
> > her hard while the cum dried. While I weighed
> both
> > options, my mom just took it all in. She took
> one
> > manicured hand, wiping the cum from her right
> eye.
> > Then she started grinning again.
> >
> > "Wow," she gasped, breathless, speech coming
> > throaty and hot. "Not bad, huh."
> >
> > I wanted to ask so many, so many questions. Was
> I
> > doing it right? Did I cum too fast? Make too
> much
> > noise? Not stand properly? I had so many
> questions
> > to ask the goddess that my mom had become, but
> all
> > I managed was a stammering "Thanks."
> >
> > My mom threw her head back as she laughed,
> > scattering the white carpet with little beads
> of
> > cum. "You're so cute, even now! I'm almost sad
> I
> > can't tell anyone about this!"
> >
> > I didn't know what to say, so I smiled, hoping
> > that would ease the embarrassment of having
> just
> > busted a nut over my mother's face.
> >
> > "Onto the next lesson?" she asked, face happy
> and
> > imploring. How could I say no? I nodded, sweat
> > pooling and running down my face. My mom
> reached
> > down then, for her panties. My breath caught in
> my
> > throat as she sat on the bed and wriggled them
> > off, exposing her pussy and her ass to the cool
> > afternoon air. My mom had an ass to die for,
> > perfectly sized, protruding just the right
> amount
> > when she chose to wear leggings or yoga pants.
> > Which, thankfully, was often. Her pussy was
> ringed
> > with a wispy covering of pubic hair, but even I
> > could see the glistening wetness coating it.
> That
> > was a good sign, I hoped. My mom took a step
> > toward the bed and lay down, legs hanging off
> it,
> > body stretched onto one of the pillows.
> >
> > "I hope you know what to do next."
> >
> > I hoped I did. I drew towards her, cock still
> > hard, I bent my knees, and posited my dick at
> the
> > entrance to her pussy. She was definitely wet,
> a
> > small puddle already formed underneath where it
> > lay on the bed. I held my dick in my hands as I
> > prepared to push into my mother, my slut, my
> > goddess, and I-
> >
> > She grimaced, twitching her legs and drawing
> back
> > a little.
> >
> > "Not yet, son. I gave you a blowjob. Didn't I
> > teach you about manners when you were little?"
> >
> > Ah, of course. So I (with a hint of remorse)
> took
> > my cock away from her pussy and bent fully
> down,
> > kneeling in front of my mother, head deep
> between
> > her thighs. My mom nodded.
> >
> > "Next lesson starts...now," she giggled.
> >
> > I kissed her first, like all the pornos I'd
> seen
> > had done. Then I ran my tongue up and down it,
> > trying to be slow and sensual. In truth I was
> > stalling, trying to think of how to proceed.
> But
> > it seemed to be alright, judging by my mom
> > tightening her muscles and drawing in a breath.
> > Emboldened. I pressed onward, trying to gather
> as
> > much of her juices as I could. She tasted
> sweet,
> > and I quickened my pace, licking up her pussy
> > juice. Mom was breathing hard now, and her legs
> > had tightened fully, thighs against calves. I
> > dared break for a second to get a look at her.
> She
> > had her eyes tightly closed, her face calm
> while
> > covered in sweat, and her hands gripped the
> sheets
> > tightly. I entered her with my tongue fully,
> > penetrating what I hoped to later claim with my
> > cock. Michele drew in a breath, long and deep.
> > Then she resumed her rapture, all her muscles
> > tightening in ecstasy, in love, panting deeply.
> > Between breaths, she managed to gasp a message.
>
> >
> > "You can...use your fingers, son."
> >
> > I complied with my mother, my index fingers
> > already rising to her open pussy. I stroked her
> > first, around the edge, then withdrew my tongue
> > and penetrated her with a finger. She yelped,
> but
> > came with encouraging words.
> >
> > "Yes...please...more-you're doing great
> > sweetheart."
> >
> > I remembered the clitoris, as I'd heard it was
> > amazingly pleasurable for women. My mouth
> ventured
> > there next, to the telltale bump just above her
> > pussy. I licked at it, and my mom bucked,
> arching
> > her back in supreme pleasure. Continuing my
> > adventures with my fingers, I pleasured her
> clit
> > just as I'd done to her ass.
> >
> > "Yessssss....son, I'm going to cum-!"
> >
> > And cum she did. Though she doled out nowhere
> near
> > what I'd done to her, she came hard, her walls
> > spasming on my finger, holding it tight in her
> > pussy. As I withdrew my hand, she leaked onto
> the
> > bed, liquid pooling and dripping onto the
> floor.
> >
> > She raised her head, looked at me down between
> her
> > thighs, and smiled. "Great work sweetie," she
> > said, voice still coming breathily. "Are you
> ready
> > for the last basic lesson."
> >
> > I had some idea of what this would be. I nodded
> > eagerly. Mom smiled.
> >
> > "Of course you are. Come here, come on top of
> me,"
> > she said.
> >
> > I was all too happy to comply, almost leaping
> off
> > the floor and into her waiting arms. My cock
> was
> > rigid, ready to fuck this beautiful woman, my
> own
> > mother. Michele. We rolled in the embrace,
> neither
> > of us daring to break it. Mom did first, after
> a
> > good thirty seconds.
> >
> > "Don't you have a job to do?"
> >
> > I didn't need to be told twice. My cock was
> ready.
> > I got her beneath me, then my arms under me. I
> > pushed up and used one arm to steady myself.
> The
> > other went to my cock. I moved my hips forward
> and
> > into her, my cock guiding the way. I penetrated
> > her, her pussy already well lubed from our
> earlier
> > activity. She met my eyes, her black pupils
> > urging, begging, pleading. I thrusted in to my
> > full extent, leaving it there for a while,
> feeling
> > the pulsing of her walls and her tight, short
> > breaths. She pulled her head close, onto my
> > shoulder, and whispered straight into my ear.
> >
> > "Yes. Now. Please."
> >
> > I began to thrust into my mother, meeting her
> sex
> > with thrusts. She started bucking to meet me,
> and
> > we established a rhythm, my eyes finding hers
> as
> > she lay under me. Occasionally, my mom would
> break
> > for a kiss, my cock stopping its pistoning as I
> > met her lips. My hands roamed, questing across
> her
> > body. I came to her bra, and looked at her. No
> > words needed to be exchanged, I knew what she
> > wanted. I reached under her and unclipped it,
> > pulling it down across her sweating body to her
> > stomach. My hands grasped her breasts as I
> fucked
> > her, kneading them like dough. She bucked and
> > arched under my attention, but made no efforts
> to
> > leave, her eyes closing in rapture. It was so
> > sexy, so perfect, that I almost didn't notice
> my
> > mother squirming away, out from under my body.
> I
> > was too deep in my own heaven, enjoying kissing
> > her and feeling her pussy beneath me.
> >
> > "I can't let you leave without trying my
> favorite
> > position."
> >
> > Mom spun around, raising herself half off the
> bed.
> > Resting on her elbows, she raised her ass
> toward
> > me, and twisted her head to look at me.
> >
> > "Fuck your mom like a dog, son."
> >
> > I came up into a kneel, and answered her
> request,
> > strokes meeting her in an utter avalanche of
> > pleasure. I pistoned into her, and as I thrust
> > into her raised ass again and again my hands
> > reached under her and took one of her breasts,
> > kneading it just as I had done before. I was
> about
> > to cum, and I think my Mom knew that. She
> turned
> > around, her face contorted in ecstasy, but
> words
> > reassuring.
> >
> > "Come inside your mother."
> >
> > I came for the second time that day, blasting
> my
> > mother's pussy with cum. It was only after I
> > withdrew from the site of a second explosive
> > orgasm when I realised how tired it was. I
> > collapsed onto the bed, my mom curling up
> against
> > me. She snuck a finger down to her pussy,
> coating
> > it with our shared juices and raising it to her
> > mouth. Then she kissed me again, and I was so
> > struck with the sheer audacity that my cock
> sprang
> > right up again. Her sweaty tits felt warm
> against
> > me in my mother's embrace. We were both so
> tired
> > that I almost didn't hear my mom whispering
> into
> > my ear.
> >
> > "We'll learn so much more tomorrow, son."
>
>
> AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
> Yessssssssssssssir!
>
> Math adds up...You are doing the Lord’s work.


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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Jim Dandy ()
Date: March 12, 2018 01:47AM

peekza Wrote:
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> Gallapalooza Wrote:
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> > Gallagher Smash Wrote:
> >
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> > > Most of you Gallants already know the other
> > thing
> > > I'm super into:
> > >
> > > I was reclining on the sofa in my living
> room.
> > An
> > > ordinary day, as things went. I lazed about,
> > > eating snacks and playing video games. Until
> > that
> > > moment when everything changed.
> > >
> > > "Adam! Son!" the cry came. "Could you come
> here
> > > please."
> > >
> > > I sighed, and opened the door to my mom,
> > > Michele's, room.
> > >
> > > I found an interesting sight. My mom was
> draped
> > > over the bed, and if I wasn't her son I would
> > > probably have called the position seductive.
> > Her
> > > arms were stretched above her head, catlike,
> > and
> > > her legs were drawn up under her. She wore a
> > > purple blouse and black leggings.
> > >
> > > "Yeah?" I asked, expecting nothing. A store
> > run,
> > > maybe, or a cup of coffee. Instead she
> giggled,
> > > sat up, and proceeded.
> > >
> > > "Well, your Dad's out of town, and you've
> been
> > so
> > > busy with schoolwork lately that I thought we
> > > could both, y'know-benefit from a day
> together.
> > > Now hoooow does that sound?"
> > >
> > > Inwardly, I groaned. But her smile was so
> > > innocent. And I'd always secretly harbored an
> > > affection for my mom, beyond what typically
> > came
> > > between a mother and son. My mother and
> father
> > > spent a lot of time apart, and often I was
> the
> > > only one to comment on her new hairdo or cute
> > > makeup. Yes, my mom was a beautiful woman. So
> I
> > > agreed.
> > >
> > > "Sure, why not. Heh, could be fun," I replied
> > with
> > > a grin back.
> > >
> > > "Yay!"
> > >
> > > "Should I get my clothes and change, Mom?"
> > >
> > > Unexpectedly, she laughed. "I had a different
> > kind
> > > of day planned for us actually. It'll be a
> > > surprise. I'll go get ready now, actually.
> I've
> > > sent your brother and the maids away, so we
> > have
> > > the whole house to ourselves!"
> > >
> > > I'd only just noticed this. "Uh, alright
> Mom."
> > >
> > > She retreated into the bathroom, presumably
> to
> > get
> > > ready. I flopped onto the couch and switched
> on
> > > the TV. Idly flicking through the channels, I
> > > pondered how long I'd have to wait. Would
> this
> > be
> > > like last time, where I spent an hour sitting
> > down
> > > in a full tuxedo while she pranced about the
> > > bathroom getting ready for whatever little
> > thing-
> > >
> > > The door opened.
> > >
> > > My jaw dropped.
> > >
> > > My mom, my own mother, my Michele, stood
> there
> > in
> > > just her bra and a cute set of matching lace
> > > panties. Her figure was great, as I knew from
> a
> > > few accidental bathtime encounters. But she
> > looked
> > > different now. She was...radiant, her hips
> > swaying
> > > with a confident push as she strode toward
> me.
> > Her
> > > short black hair stopped at her shoulders,
> > meeting
> > > them and coming up into elegant upturned
> > endings.
> > > She stopped, barely 6 inches in front of me,
> > one
> > > hand on her hip.
> > >
> > > "So? What do you think?"
> > >
> > > My jaw still on the floor, I managed to
> stammer
> > > out "I-I-I think you look great Mom, but why
> > are
> > > you-"
> > >
> > > She pulled me close, into the magnificently
> > warm
> > > embrace of her barely covered breasts. She
> > smelled
> > > wonderful.
> > >
> > > "Son, have you really not realised it yet?"
> She
> > > laughed. "We have the whole house to
> ourselves,
> > > I'm wearing a sexy outfit, we're in the
> > > bedroom-what do you think I want?"
> > >
> > > I was still in shock. "You mean..?"
> > >
> > > She hugged me tight, into her amazingly firm
> > yet
> > > soft bosom. "Today, Adam, is all about you
> > > becoming a man. I wouldn't want you going off
> > to
> > > college with no idea on how to do...well..."
> > >
> > > She gestured vaguely to herself, then the
> bed.
> > >
> > > "A woman, honey."
> > >
> > > I finally got myself together. "Mom, I really
> > > don't think that-"
> > >
> > > It was no use. She shook her head, still
> > smiling.
> > > "Let's start with the basics." She then
> pulled
> > my
> > > shirt over my head, discarding it to God
> knows
> > > where. Then she kneeled, descending to belt
> > level.
> > > Mom practically tore my pants off, and I
> > stepped
> > > out, still somewhat bewildered. All that
> > remained
> > > now were my boxers, a hard length pressed up
> > > against them. A smile met Michele's lips.
> > >
> > > "Looks like you aren't completely clueless."
> > >
> > > The boxers, too, had to go. I was left
> standing
> > > naked by the bed, hard as a rock, with my own
> > > mother kneeling in front of me.
> > >
> > > "I'll start us off," she whispered. By Gods,
> my
> > > mom could be seductive. The outfit, the
> lights
> > > (dimmed, shutters expertly closed to throw
> > shades
> > > of sunlight across the bed), her language-I
> was
> > > still pondering all of those things when she
> > took
> > > me in her mouth.
> > >
> > > I nearly came right then and there, feeling
> the
> > > pure softness and warmth of my mother's
> mouth.
> > I'd
> > > seen blowjobs before, of course, but had
> never
> > > experienced one. My mom began slowly, rolling
> > my
> > > length around her mouth. But she was so
> gentle,
> > > with the love and tenderness one could come
> to
> > > expect from a mother to her son. She took me
> > > slowly, softly, letting me feel every corner
> of
> > my
> > > own personal heaven. Then she began pumping,
> > > moving her head in broad strokes up my shaft.
> I
> > > gasped, enveloped in harmony. I became weak
> at
> > the
> > > knees, but did my best to stay strong. Who
> knew
> > if
> > > my mom would still be this accommodating to a
> > guy
> > > who couldn't even stand up for a blowjob? But
> > she
> > > was so good, so incredibly appetizing and
> > alluring
> > > and pleasing. She planted little kisses as
> she
> > > withdrew, coating the head of my dick with
> her
> > > saliva. Where had she learned? Her maddening
> > bra
> > > and panties were still on, when all I wanted
> to
> > do
> > > was rip them off and fuck her right there and
> > > then. But she had power over me. My caveman
> > > desires sated, I enjoyed my mom's mouth,
> > Michele
> > > taking me in and holding me, then retracting,
> > > preparing for another round.
> > >
> > > She took me deeper and deeper, and I began to
> > hear
> > > small gulping sounds from the back of her
> > throat.
> > > I wanted to ask if I could do anything to
> help,
> > > but even I knew that would be foolish in a
> > moment
> > > of this heat and intensity. Instead, she
> helped
> > > herself, taking one of her hands and planting
> > it
> > > on my cock, steadying herself while enhancing
> > my
> > > pleasure. I flinched from the cold of her
> > fingers,
> > > and she must have felt it, for she looked up
> > and
> > > held my gaze. I saw the smoldering desire,
> the
> > > love, the pure unadulterated sex in those
> dark
> > > eyes at that moment, and erupted. I couldn't
> > help
> > > myself. Ropes of sticky cum lanced out from
> my
> > > cock, My peak had come, and the waves of
> semen
> > > that erupted from my penis filled my mom's
> > mouth,
> > > and more. I was worried mom would be
> inundated,
> > as
> > > she had taken me out of her mouth and closed
> > her
> > > eyes as she felt me climax, her mouth wide. I
> > > coated her face in cum, even leaving some
> > streaked
> > > across her eye. My mom, my beautiful, amazing
> > > Michele, my own mother, had just given me my
> > first
> > > blowjob.
> > >
> > > Initially, I was worried, foolishly. One part
> > of
> > > me wanted to rush to the bathroom, get some
> > > towels, and apologise for the whole mess. The
> > > other part of me wanted to lift her up and
> fuck
> > > her hard while the cum dried. While I weighed
> > both
> > > options, my mom just took it all in. She took
> > one
> > > manicured hand, wiping the cum from her right
> > eye.
> > > Then she started grinning again.
> > >
> > > "Wow," she gasped, breathless, speech coming
> > > throaty and hot. "Not bad, huh."
> > >
> > > I wanted to ask so many, so many questions.
> Was
> > I
> > > doing it right? Did I cum too fast? Make too
> > much
> > > noise? Not stand properly? I had so many
> > questions
> > > to ask the goddess that my mom had become,
> but
> > all
> > > I managed was a stammering "Thanks."
> > >
> > > My mom threw her head back as she laughed,
> > > scattering the white carpet with little beads
> > of
> > > cum. "You're so cute, even now! I'm almost
> sad
> > I
> > > can't tell anyone about this!"
> > >
> > > I didn't know what to say, so I smiled,
> hoping
> > > that would ease the embarrassment of having
> > just
> > > busted a nut over my mother's face.
> > >
> > > "Onto the next lesson?" she asked, face happy
> > and
> > > imploring. How could I say no? I nodded,
> sweat
> > > pooling and running down my face. My mom
> > reached
> > > down then, for her panties. My breath caught
> in
> > my
> > > throat as she sat on the bed and wriggled
> them
> > > off, exposing her pussy and her ass to the
> cool
> > > afternoon air. My mom had an ass to die for,
> > > perfectly sized, protruding just the right
> > amount
> > > when she chose to wear leggings or yoga
> pants.
> > > Which, thankfully, was often. Her pussy was
> > ringed
> > > with a wispy covering of pubic hair, but even
> I
> > > could see the glistening wetness coating it.
> > That
> > > was a good sign, I hoped. My mom took a step
> > > toward the bed and lay down, legs hanging off
> > it,
> > > body stretched onto one of the pillows.
> > >
> > > "I hope you know what to do next."
> > >
> > > I hoped I did. I drew towards her, cock still
> > > hard, I bent my knees, and posited my dick at
> > the
> > > entrance to her pussy. She was definitely
> wet,
> > a
> > > small puddle already formed underneath where
> it
> > > lay on the bed. I held my dick in my hands as
> I
> > > prepared to push into my mother, my slut, my
> > > goddess, and I-
> > >
> > > She grimaced, twitching her legs and drawing
> > back
> > > a little.
> > >
> > > "Not yet, son. I gave you a blowjob. Didn't I
> > > teach you about manners when you were
> little?"
> > >
> > > Ah, of course. So I (with a hint of remorse)
> > took
> > > my cock away from her pussy and bent fully
> > down,
> > > kneeling in front of my mother, head deep
> > between
> > > her thighs. My mom nodded.
> > >
> > > "Next lesson starts...now," she giggled.
> > >
> > > I kissed her first, like all the pornos I'd
> > seen
> > > had done. Then I ran my tongue up and down
> it,
> > > trying to be slow and sensual. In truth I was
> > > stalling, trying to think of how to proceed.
> > But
> > > it seemed to be alright, judging by my mom
> > > tightening her muscles and drawing in a
> breath.
> > > Emboldened. I pressed onward, trying to
> gather
> > as
> > > much of her juices as I could. She tasted
> > sweet,
> > > and I quickened my pace, licking up her pussy
> > > juice. Mom was breathing hard now, and her
> legs
> > > had tightened fully, thighs against calves. I
> > > dared break for a second to get a look at
> her.
> > She
> > > had her eyes tightly closed, her face calm
> > while
> > > covered in sweat, and her hands gripped the
> > sheets
> > > tightly. I entered her with my tongue fully,
> > > penetrating what I hoped to later claim with
> my
> > > cock. Michele drew in a breath, long and
> deep.
> > > Then she resumed her rapture, all her muscles
> > > tightening in ecstasy, in love, panting
> deeply.
> > > Between breaths, she managed to gasp a
> message.
> >
> > >
> > > "You can...use your fingers, son."
> > >
> > > I complied with my mother, my index fingers
> > > already rising to her open pussy. I stroked
> her
> > > first, around the edge, then withdrew my
> tongue
> > > and penetrated her with a finger. She yelped,
> > but
> > > came with encouraging words.
> > >
> > > "Yes...please...more-you're doing great
> > > sweetheart."
> > >
> > > I remembered the clitoris, as I'd heard it
> was
> > > amazingly pleasurable for women. My mouth
> > ventured
> > > there next, to the telltale bump just above
> her
> > > pussy. I licked at it, and my mom bucked,
> > arching
> > > her back in supreme pleasure. Continuing my
> > > adventures with my fingers, I pleasured her
> > clit
> > > just as I'd done to her ass.
> > >
> > > "Yessssss....son, I'm going to cum-!"
> > >
> > > And cum she did. Though she doled out nowhere
> > near
> > > what I'd done to her, she came hard, her
> walls
> > > spasming on my finger, holding it tight in
> her
> > > pussy. As I withdrew my hand, she leaked onto
> > the
> > > bed, liquid pooling and dripping onto the
> > floor.
> > >
> > > She raised her head, looked at me down
> between
> > her
> > > thighs, and smiled. "Great work sweetie," she
> > > said, voice still coming breathily. "Are you
> > ready
> > > for the last basic lesson."
> > >
> > > I had some idea of what this would be. I
> nodded
> > > eagerly. Mom smiled.
> > >
> > > "Of course you are. Come here, come on top of
> > me,"
> > > she said.
> > >
> > > I was all too happy to comply, almost leaping
> > off
> > > the floor and into her waiting arms. My cock
> > was
> > > rigid, ready to fuck this beautiful woman, my
> > own
> > > mother. Michele. We rolled in the embrace,
> > neither
> > > of us daring to break it. Mom did first,
> after
> > a
> > > good thirty seconds.
> > >
> > > "Don't you have a job to do?"
> > >
> > > I didn't need to be told twice. My cock was
> > ready.
> > > I got her beneath me, then my arms under me.
> I
> > > pushed up and used one arm to steady myself.
> > The
> > > other went to my cock. I moved my hips
> forward
> > and
> > > into her, my cock guiding the way. I
> penetrated
> > > her, her pussy already well lubed from our
> > earlier
> > > activity. She met my eyes, her black pupils
> > > urging, begging, pleading. I thrusted in to
> my
> > > full extent, leaving it there for a while,
> > feeling
> > > the pulsing of her walls and her tight, short
> > > breaths. She pulled her head close, onto my
> > > shoulder, and whispered straight into my ear.
> > >
> > > "Yes. Now. Please."
> > >
> > > I began to thrust into my mother, meeting her
> > sex
> > > with thrusts. She started bucking to meet me,
> > and
> > > we established a rhythm, my eyes finding hers
> > as
> > > she lay under me. Occasionally, my mom would
> > break
> > > for a kiss, my cock stopping its pistoning as
> I
> > > met her lips. My hands roamed, questing
> across
> > her
> > > body. I came to her bra, and looked at her.
> No
> > > words needed to be exchanged, I knew what she
> > > wanted. I reached under her and unclipped it,
> > > pulling it down across her sweating body to
> her
> > > stomach. My hands grasped her breasts as I
> > fucked
> > > her, kneading them like dough. She bucked and
> > > arched under my attention, but made no
> efforts
> > to
> > > leave, her eyes closing in rapture. It was so
> > > sexy, so perfect, that I almost didn't notice
> > my
> > > mother squirming away, out from under my
> body.
> > I
> > > was too deep in my own heaven, enjoying
> kissing
> > > her and feeling her pussy beneath me.
> > >
> > > "I can't let you leave without trying my
> > favorite
> > > position."
> > >
> > > Mom spun around, raising herself half off the
> > bed.
> > > Resting on her elbows, she raised her ass
> > toward
> > > me, and twisted her head to look at me.
> > >
> > > "Fuck your mom like a dog, son."
> > >
> > > I came up into a kneel, and answered her
> > request,
> > > strokes meeting her in an utter avalanche of
> > > pleasure. I pistoned into her, and as I
> thrust
> > > into her raised ass again and again my hands
> > > reached under her and took one of her
> breasts,
> > > kneading it just as I had done before. I was
> > about
> > > to cum, and I think my Mom knew that. She
> > turned
> > > around, her face contorted in ecstasy, but
> > words
> > > reassuring.
> > >
> > > "Come inside your mother."
> > >
> > > I came for the second time that day, blasting
> > my
> > > mother's pussy with cum. It was only after I
> > > withdrew from the site of a second explosive
> > > orgasm when I realised how tired it was. I
> > > collapsed onto the bed, my mom curling up
> > against
> > > me. She snuck a finger down to her pussy,
> > coating
> > > it with our shared juices and raising it to
> her
> > > mouth. Then she kissed me again, and I was so
> > > struck with the sheer audacity that my cock
> > sprang
> > > right up again. Her sweaty tits felt warm
> > against
> > > me in my mother's embrace. We were both so
> > tired
> > > that I almost didn't hear my mom whispering
> > into
> > > my ear.
> > >
> > > "We'll learn so much more tomorrow, son."
> >
> >
> >
> AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
> > Yessssssssssssssir!
> >
> > Math adds up...You are doing the Lord’s work.
>
>
> onward to 904 and another family picture


904 pages of mostly other people’s garbage, but a very big personal accomplishment for you. Math adds up.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 12, 2018 02:42AM

Don't underestimate my ability to entertain...You hang on MY every word Hoss, whether or not you are capable of admitting it

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: For fuck sake ()
Date: March 12, 2018 05:40AM

peekza Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Don't underestimate my ability to entertain...You
> hang on MY every word Hoss, whether or not you are
> capable of admitting it


You? entertaining? Lol. Are you retarded or just a 50-something stuck in his ways? Sorry to ruin your shit ego but you are nothing more than annoying and boring. Mike is entertaining thousands. Comteplate that while you sit there with your shriveled old dick in your hand, assuming you live in everyone’s head. You spew the same lines and post the same old pictures; yet you somwhow think you are above TMOS. You might as well be part of that stale, shitty show that you accuse of being just like yourself...(yawn..Hoss.)

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Genius ()
Date: March 12, 2018 06:11AM

Yeah! Compteplate that, Peek!

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: TMOS is the Bestest Ever! ()
Date: March 12, 2018 07:16AM

Being the genius you are, you've convinced me I was spelling "contemplate" incorrectly all my life. Thank you.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Cheese dip ()
Date: March 12, 2018 09:29AM

Just a test post beca

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: double dipper ()
Date: March 12, 2018 10:37AM

no prob lauren

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Dan Rather Not ()
Date: March 12, 2018 10:56AM

what's the frequency beca?

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: 'Oh The Humanity' ()
Date: March 12, 2018 11:22AM

I'm contemplating page 904. Lets get on with it.

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: Tiny Tim ()
Date: March 12, 2018 11:49AM

Second half of the first minute of the show: "I will tell you this"

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: One of peekza’s many trolls ()
Date: March 12, 2018 11:50AM

“You hang on MY every word Hoss, whether or not you are capable of admitting it”

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: peekza ()
Date: March 12, 2018 12:15PM

For fuck sake Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> peekza Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Don't underestimate my ability to
> entertain...You
> > hang on MY every word Hoss, whether or not you
> are
> > capable of admitting it
>
>
> You? entertaining? Lol. Are you retarded or just a
> 50-something stuck in his ways? Sorry to ruin your
> shit ego but you are nothing more than annoying
> and boring. Mike is entertaining thousands.
> Comteplate that while you sit there with your
> shriveled old dick in your hand, assuming you live
> in everyone’s head. You spew the same lines and
> post the same old pictures; yet you somwhow think
> you are above TMOS. You might as well be part of
> that stale, shitty show that you accuse of being
> just like yourself...(yawn..Hoss.)


And yet you're here, hanging on MY every word...The math checks out Pard

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Posted by: nog cock2 ()
Date: March 12, 2018 12:26PM

Sure, thing nigger dick, pizza

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Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Date: March 12, 2018 12:31PM

Mike & Merle,

You can both go to hell.

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