Am I the only one who is disgusted by this thread in the NSB Section:?

[killamoneymike]

jesus even the stick up this guys ass has a stick up its ass

[B.U.R.N.E.R]

I agree 110%. Anyone else posts that thread in NSB they'd be insta banned. Its not funny, its disgusting, gay and barbaric.

I mean seriously when is the last time he said anything even remotely funny? 05? 06?

Been a while.

[Beercules]

Anorak is one of the funniest guys here. Those threads are hilarious

[Bigg Rigg]

Wow, the mods haven't deleted that garbage yet???

[ImStillHere]

But insult Manny and your outta here, only people that insult gay people or call people gay are people who question their sexuality. Sad really.

[Dr Rumack]

http://www.boxingscene.com/forums/sh...d.php?t=632137
I am not gay and I do not condone it when somebody claims that a heterosexual boxer is gay and makes unfunny, gay stories up and posts them here. That is DISGUSTING.
Am I the only one who is disgusted by stuff like that?
That whole thread is sick, obviously written by a sicko and yet it doesn't get deleted.

You mean Lennox isn't gay? The story seemed so real.

[SeekDaGreat]

I browsed through one. Horrible. That was the last one I browsed through.

[Guest]

He's a major attention whore. Just ignore him. I wouldn't doubt if you are him though based on my first sentence.

What is it WITH you, kid? One day you're blasting me... the next day you're the one reading 'em all.

You've got some passive aggressive situation with me there, love.

[Guest]

There was once a time where I shared a hotel room with David Haye. I'd seen to it at the bar that he'd had enough drinks to become lightly intoxicated, and paid off hotel staff to tell him the wrong room number.

That night he came into my room, and I'd worn a dress especially for the occasion. Earlier I'd cannily trimmed my beard and glued the severed whiskers to the top of my anus, helping to cement the illusion to a semi-drunk David that I was indeed his wife, and that he was indeed feeling my pubic bush over my vagina.

As he entered me, I had a sharp intake of breath as a stabbing motion took place. After a few minutes, I became used to the pain, and considered it almost a medical check up as David's considerable phallus moved my kidneys and liver around my body. I've never been a ****sexual, and considered the act of having another man sodomise me merely a friendly gesture, like an extension of a handshake.

For the first ten minutes or so David was fast, hard and masterful. After this point his thrusting output dropped off considerably, and he was breathing far harder than he had before, the pace clearly getting to him over the long haul. Although he came inside me, filling my colon with fresh man syrup, I found myself unable to climax, a factor which he later blamed on stubbing his toe on the way into the bed. He offered to stand on the dressing table and let me take pictures of it, but I had no interest in that.

However, after we'd finished making love, he asked me why my head was facing the wrong way, and, perhaps more to the point, why my vagina felt, in his words, "like a man's hairy arsehole."

I turned, hugged him, and let my old fella cry a white tear as I rubbed his glistening pecs and six pack. As I stated earlier, I'm not a ****sexual, and so licked his body and suckled his taddywhacker out of a sense of brotherhood.

I explained to him the situation quite clearly. "David," I said, "you've let me down many times as a boxer. Only fighting about once every five years. And then taking the easiest route, or just plain playing kiss chase." He looked forlorn. "But," I said, "as a dish, you have never, NEVER let me down. I've always wanted to suck you off until you fill my eager, gaping maw with a deluge of fresh love sap."

In one sense he looked pleased, but in another he looked angry as the drink had worn off. I thanked myself lucky that he was now exhausted after a solid ten minutes of activity, and remembered his face after four rounds against John Ruiz.

"You've tricked me," he said, "and I don't take to that lightly. I'll get a few warm up bouts, then come around and work you over for this."

I cried, and held onto his legs as he stormed out the door.

"David," I wailed, "it's not gay if we're friends. I can suck you off as a mate - no ****. Please, please, PLEASE... just tell me that you love me."

He slammed the door and left me in floods of tears, a naked, helpless heap, the victim of his callous disregard.

Men can be such bastards.