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ABRASION STATION #6

HANGING IN A GANG OF HANG-YOURSELF GANG-BANGER WANKERS

In a gang? We’ve got just one question for you, “Where’s the girls, guys?” Sure, being in a gang is one big “FREE-FOR-ALL!” of guns, drugs, and money. But without any girls around we at the Drop Bass Network have often wondered what you guys do in the “heat of the night?” Ever hang in a gang of hang-yourself gang-banger wankers? We hate to bring up the subject of auto-erotic asphyxiation, because images of Michael Hutchence of INXS, humming the bars of Need You Tonight while masturbating in a closet with a noose around his neck, come to mind. But hey! This gang stuff is serious shit. Is it worth it? Probably not, when you realize hanging in a gang means losing your self-identity, essentially hanging your ego and jerking off until you lose a load of your own soul. If you’re in a gang we don’t have to supply a God-dam thing. You’ll supply the proverbial rope to hang yourself with, “GASP!” and your gang will support you like gallows. “GOOD LUCK FUCK!” You’ll end up like Michael Hutchence, dead in a closet with your dick in your hands as flaccid as a five dollar bill. It’s a good thing this scenario, like this event, is “free for all” (and this time this includes us).

by TJ Richter

© August 8, 2000 Theodore J. Richter

 
 
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