Lloyd wrote:
> The Glen Dale hot spot, the Shipwreck Lounge, is now IN, and all kewl
> pple know it.  For a good time watching house movies about scat and
> other anal pursuits, come to
> 
> The Shipwreck Lounge
> 23 Ohio St
> Glen Dale, WV 26038
> Main Phone: 304-845-3500
> 
> every Saturday night.  You can't miss it because it is right at the
> end of Ohio Street between the RR tracks and the river.  Be sure to
> bring yer cents of humor with you, plus carry a weapon.
> 
> Instead of karaoke, The Shipwreck will continue with the traditional
> blinds hiding contest ever Saturday nite at 11pm sharp.  You peeks out
> from behind some special blinds and the patrons try to guess who you
> are.  Right now, the town hiding champion is someone named Mr Roger,
> and so he is the one to beat.
> 
> Besides that, The Shipwreck has a cussing, farting, and nose-picking
> triathalon you can watch or even enter yerself.  Mr Roger, the Merv
> Griffin of scat, thought it up by hisself, and it starts right after
> the blinds peeking contest.
> 
> We have fun, fun, fun, fun, fun ever Saturday night.  Be thier or be
> square.
> 
> 

I believe the pics from Woger's web page were shot there, eh?


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-- 
Uhhhhhh, yeah, I'm calling you about giving you a dick sucking
and all that..." Woger Wiseman blows his heterosexual cover and
admits his desire for the Jesus cock in afcbck$j0546@pita.alt.net


"Never attened any schools int he West Virginia school system."
Roger Wiseman  Finally comes clean about his lack of
education in Message-ID: 

"Quit whining you stutrtering pedophile."
Roger Wiseman  steps on his dick and validates
Freudian theory long after Sigmund's death, in Message ID:


"Dr. Seuess is above your reading level."
Roger Wiseman, Rhodes Scholar, blows his cover
in Message-ID: 

"What's "incase," you uttley ignorant fuckwit?
Don't you mean "in case"? You don't know what words mena, do you?
Or is that beacuse your head is "encased" in cement?"
Uttley  ignorant fuckwit Roger Wiseman  wins the
trifecta and doesn't know what words mena  beacuse  his head
is encased in cement in Message-ID: 

"Don't bring a knife to a gun fights you illarate fuck!"
Woger explains his battle plan in        ^^^^^^^
9ujg6$hpa$@dosa.alt.net

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Several months latter Woger returns home to West Vagina. His mother,
horny and lonely as hell greets him at the door in nothing but a smile
and a paper bag (over her head). They of course have sex. As the night
continues Woger finds that try as he might, his dick will only get hard
with Mommie on top! The next day Woger goes and sees the local doctor
(who is actually only a vet). The doctor checks Woger out throughly,
giving him a prostrate exam (Woger vaguely wonders why  both hands are
on his shoulders during this procedure). After it is over the doc is
smoking a cigarette and looking happy. Woger get's a little frustrated
and asks the doc, "Goddamn it doctor what's wrong with me?"

The doctor says, "Well Wiseman, it is pretty clear. The only way you can
   fuck is up!"