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- From: Tyler
- Subject: tattoo
 hello
my stile... my god.... you great man you... ive been going
to stileproject since i was like 13, and i thought what way
could i give soemthing back to the site i love so much? I
have the stile project logo tattoo'ed on my neck, thanks and
keep it up, if you could post my pic that would be great,
i know your a busy man what with finding quality cartoon and
scat porn :)
People like you scare me. But thanks, anyhow. Free advertising
for life! Muahahahaha!
- From: David
- Subject: penix
Oh god penile
agenesis gets me hard. I want to poop all over her bladder
exstrophy. Let me suck on your urethral parameatal cyst. OOOOOO
yeah.
That's some hot shit right there!
- From: Dallen
- Subject: ballzax
heres
a picture of my friends ballsack after he got beaned with
a football. the titled of this picture is rare fruit bearer
That's some hot shit right there!
- From: Masta
- Subject: stilez
I hate you stile. I hate you because
youre the person I want to be. I wish I could be you. Not
for a day but for a lifetime. I wish I could sit at home and
wait for twisted motherfuckers to send me pictures of their
scrotum in a blender or their teeth caked with thier own shit
and vomit.
I am not you Stile and I never will be.
Anal assassinations and decapatiations are your business and
you do it well. You are the reason that the internet is what
it is today Stile. You give people a reason to keep living.
I know that when I see a person squatting down to feast on
their own feces I can say to myself, well at least im not
that bad........
Thank you Stile for what you have done and continue to keep
doing. You are one of a kind and nobody could ever take your
place. Not even for a day.
That brought a fucking tear to my eye.
- From: LV
- Subject: crazy bitch
Laura. I met her when she was friends
with my best friend Erik, then they stopped talking, so recently,
I get a phone call from her and I end up going over her house
for a beer. We ended up fucking on a blanket on her floor.
Then comes Thursday night and my band is playing a gig at
a night club. Erik shows up there and I put him on the phone
with Laura so they can say hi or whatever, and we both end
up going over there after our gig.
Erik leaves early and I end up fucking
her on her floor again, after singing fuckin Enrique Iglesias
to her to turn her on. Then comes Friday night, and she comes
to this club to watch me sing, and she loves it, and I go
back to her house later that night and she says I deserve
a reward for singing so good... and fuck her on the floor
again.
No more than threee minutes after I
fuck her, she is laying on my chest and she says: "Joe
you are the best I ever had." uhuh ... "Joe, wanna
hear something?" I say "sure." She goes "Well
me and Erik got caught in the rain today," I was like
oh thats cool, then she says, "yeah we fucked today and
I couldn't even feel him inside me, he has the smallest dick
I've ever seen." I was like oh shit what in the fuck??
I can't fucking believe she fucked my best friend after she
had sex with me!!!
All I
could say was, thats fucked up, thats fucked up, and she keeps
going on and on about how bad the poor kid was in bed, but
I didn't wanna hear it, the kid is one of my best friends.
I just didn't wanna hear it, so I take off. Erik and I both
kept calling her that Saturday night and telling her to fuck
off and to kill herself. Later we found out this girl had
a history of mental problems and was actually commited to
an institution twice. So about a week later, I was talking
to a friend of mine who is a nurse at a local hospital. She
tells me "We had the most fucked up thing happen the
other night. This fucking crazy girl who attempted suicide
by drinking Drano was spitting up blood and ass all over the
place, and she was so nuts we had her committed." Yeah.
it was Laura, my friend and my phone calls drove her to try
and kill herself. Oh well, thats what the bitch gets. I wish
I could post her AIM screen name or something for everyone
here to tell her to finish the job... but oh well.
...And who says romance is dead!
- From: Beaver God
- Subject: my dads car
Where I live there are a lot of Native
Indians. They live on the reserves and even own a few islands
to themselves on the lake nearby. On one particular island
me and my buddy know a few of these Indians who sell drugs.
The thing is, is that they always have the bombastic reefer,
not to mention any other drug you may happen to be looking
for. They are real partial to meth and yay.
So its winter time but it has been
a little bit on the mild side. The only way across is to drive
your car across the ice to the island. We make it there fine.
Grab drugs and prepare to leave. But we don't know the exact
way we drove on to the island. It looks like a bunch of white.
Me being a fuckin' idiot I just picked a path and drove. We
were about a hundred feet from shore when I heard the most
horrendous cracking and shuffling of ice.
Next thing you know the the front
end of the car is in the air and we were taking on water like
a mother fucker. In the movies when shit like this happens
there is alot of screaming and shit. Not here. Just cracking
and the sound of freezing water flowing into my dads Dodge
Colt. My buddy Matt tried to open his door but it was blocked
by ice. I managed to ram my door open but when I climbed out
I was falling through the ice. I would have went under if
I wasn't holding onto the roof of the car. Matt managed to
scramble out as well. Every time we took a step ice broke
all around us.
We got far enough away that we weren't
falling in now more. Thats when I turned around and saw my
dads car with the front end sticking straight up into the
air. I couldn't believe it. The car was so small that it got
wedged on a piece of ice under the car. That was the only
thing holding it up from falling into the abyss. Shock has
set into me so everything seemed oddly serene and blissful.
We got some Indian to slide out on his belly and hook a chain
to my car and tow it out with soem bad ass pickup truck. It
cost me two bills for him to do this though because at any
moment if the ice broke the car would have went under, and
him with it.
He told us there wouldn't have been
any way we would have survived. It was fifteen feet deep at
that part, and even if we were to get out of the car underwater,
we wouldn't have made it to the surface because of the currents.
We would have just been swept under the ice and no one would
have found our bodies until our badly decomposed bodies floated
onto someone's shore in the spring.
The shock didn't wear off until later
that day. But by then I had smoked so much drugs that I was
too high to notice.
- From: Kris
- Subject: all women are whores
So I was dating this girl, for about
6 months total. You know we just reached that point where
we were comfortable with each other. We had passed that point
where we had to impress each other, and it was just us, enjoying
our time together. Only thing was I didnt totally click with
her...she was gorgeous, she was funny and great to be around,
but that deep connection that I was used to having in a relationship,
simply was'nt there.
I had sort of cheated on her with one
of her friends...but this was before we actually got to become
an item...before it was more of a "Leasing with the option
to Buy" situation...at least in my mind. I dont think
she knew about it...but my girlfriend did seem to become closer
with this girl I cheated with over time.
Well one week, I got a really bad flu.
The kind where you are running a fever, feeling delerious
and all of your muscles ache. She had been gone out of town
for a while for her job, so I spent most of the time laying
on the couch watching Saved By The Bell re-runs and that annoying
Urkel kid.
Anyhow she calls me up and we talk.
I tell her Im sick as hell and would love her company. She
felt really bad for me because she could'nt be here, but she
said she taped one of my favourite shows for me and was going
to bring me some soup and brownies to make me feel better...
awwwwe.
So after a few hours she shows up with
soup and brownies before she has to go to work, and damn she
looked good. So I lay down consuming the chicken noodle soup
and shes there taking care of me. Telling me how much she
adores me and wants to be there for me, apologizing constantly
for not being able to stay and spend more time with me.
She tells me she has to go and puts
in the tape she made of my favourite show in the VCR, kisses
me and leaves.
I felt like trying out some of these
home made brownies while I sit and watch my show, so I grab
the dish and sit to watch the show.
My show comes on, and Im sitting there
thinking wow, this girl really is great, Im living the good
life...wait a second...
During the middle of my show that she
taped...it cuts to footage of her giving head to some other
guy??!! WTF? Jeezus I couldnt fucking believe it...maybe she
didnt know the camera was on, or she was trying to record
over this...but wait..she was wearing the necklace I gave
her for her birthday...fucking bitch. I was livid...I wanted
to turn it off..but I kept staring at the screen for some
reason.
Towards the end...the footage showed
her grabbing a mixing bowl, strokes the guy off and he jizzes
into it...
At that point she looked into the camera...and
said...
"I hope you enjoyed the brownies...asshole!"
Morale of the story is: If your girlfriend
offers you brownies....beware.
- From: Delusion
- Subject: my first gay experience
I used to abhor the sight of your site
in the past whenever my perverted housemate pulled it up while
we were all smoking pot in her room. Now I’ve grown to love
the sickness you provide because I’ve come to remember that
I’m a sick person. I’ve never written before, I’ve only been
reading for a month or so; but You wanna know the worst thing
that’s ever happened to me, so I’ll share. I apologize in
advance if this bores you, as i tried to include as much significant
detail as i could recall.
It was shortly after I turned 18 on
a cold January night at a coffee shop where a bunch of us
hoodlum suburban kids would go to consume caffeine and alcohol
and whatever else we could get our hands on. I was one of
the older resident hoodlums… That night we were lucky enough
to have someone present who could get alcohol. I had no money
so I put in a request. Some guy who was sexually confused
at the time ended up feeding me too much liquor and coming
on to me. He asked whether I was straight (I answered not
exactly… [I’d never been with a guy before but had thought
about it]), started rubbing my shoulders, then put his hands
in my pants and fondled me until I my dick was hard.
Keep in mind this was in public, in
a gazebo adjacent to the coffeehouse, where everyone I knew
and hung out with regularly would sit and get fucked up. There
were many people sitting and getting fucked up that night
in the gazebo where I was being molested.
He lay me down, pulled my pants down
to my knees and stared bobbing like a circus seal while I
made drunken conversation with the other nearby drunkards
able to stomach the goings-on. I had never gotten a blowjob
before (though I had had drunken sex before) and I was curious
so I thought what the hell.
Well we drove everyone else away in the space of an hour as
he proceeded to alternate between hand and mouth, and I was
too drunk to realize I was getting sore (but I did stay hard
the whole time, to both of our surprise). I never came, and
the person who gave me a ride there actually waited until
we were finished so he could give me a ride home. What a swell
guy. The giver went home with a chocolate finger.
When I got home and undressed for
bed I noticed bloodstains coming though my underwear. I decided
to wrap myself in toilet paper and survey the damage the next
day. It turned out that not only several places on my dick
had torn from the prolonged rough treatment from a Rocky Horror
enthusiast, but my anus was wounded, too. It hurt to move
my legs, let alone walk or sit down for a whole week while
I (metaphorically) licked my wounds and healed.
Meanwhile, most of the people who
knew me saw what happened, and those who weren’t there were
quickly brought up to date. I couldn’t approach my old haunt
without getting sideways looks and snickers from everyone
around. Some thought it was funny and ridiculed me. Most people
were just nervous around me. The news (and it WAS news, since
nothing ever happened around there) spread throughout the
other guy’s high school and NOBODY would talk to him anymore.
Bunch of fucking homophobes. The few real friends I had didn’t
abandon me and just shrugged it off… I’m still friends with
them today.
My house mate who introduced me to
your site says she thinks its cool that it happened, that
it was liberating. I regretted it up until now; I never thought
I would live it down. It was a stupid thing to do, but I was
stupider then, and looking back it didn’t really matter at
all. It didn’t change where I ended up. I didn’t catch any
VD from the experience. Interesting post-script, the other
guy never got out of that town and last I heard he was working
with mentally challenged kids, teaching them skills like reading.
I like the pics of genetic disorder,
mutilation and death. Keep 'em coming.
Thanks for sharing. Well... No, not really.
- From: Gianluca
- Subject: i hate my life
Stile,
The worst thing that ever happened
to me was when I was working at McDonald's. I had an eating
disorder at the time, and I hadn't eaten for about 24 hours.
What I didn't know was that I had a tapeworm. I was making
burgers like an overworked slave, and this thing began to
slide out of my mouth. It was thin, like tape. The tapeworm
had been attracted by the smell of the burgers and had crawled
out of my throat... I pulled at it, I wanted to vomit, feeling
what was like a snake crawling out of my throat, I began to
make vomiting actions and it was forced out of my stomach,
it was about 2 and a half feet long. It was fucking disgusting
so I fainted. I quit my job soon after and resumed eating
normally, and now I am fucking fat like I used to be...
- From: joe
- Subject: fathers day
In April of 98 my girlfriend comes
to me and tells me she's pregnant. We had talked about having
a kid, but she told me right off she wanted to get rid of
it.
We we're both dirt poor, so I took
a second job to pay for the abortion. It was 400 bucks for
the procedure, but with general anethesia it was 800 and she
wanted the general. So for most of the summer I worked 5am
to 1pm and then 3pm till 11pm, and sometimes later. Both jobs
were in kitchens without air conditioning. I averaged 80+
hours a week and was pretty much like a zombie ALL the time.
So after 3 months of this I was looking
like a 50 year old crack head. And then Father's day comes.
It fell on my birthday that year and we were having dinner
at her Dad's house to celebrate my birthday and father's day
in one fell swoop, and in the middle of dinner she gets this
weird look on her face and runs to the bathroom. After 15
minutes her sister checks on her and comes back and says,
"Go in there she wants to see you. She's sick."
By the way, no one knew she was pregnant. So I go in there
and she's crying and I offered to take her to the hospital,
and she shakes her head and tells me to look in the toilet.
I think you know what's coming next. The fetus was in the
toilet. All the pictures I've seen on your site can't compare
to what was in that toilet. Well, she was a mess. She was
borderline hysterical and told me that she touched it and
couldn't bring herself to flush it.
So I told her to clean herself up
and go wait in the car, and then I flushed it. Worst feeling
I've ever had. So needless to say, shit just wasn't the same
after that and we broke up a year or so later.
Flash forward to the beginning of 2000 and I get the great
idea of donating sperm. I go and make a sample donation and
then I get a call. Guess what? I'm sterile. My fish don't
swim, and I've probably been like that for years. So I call
up you know who, who I haven't seen in a year and we go for
a drink.
I went over all the events of '98
with her and say how tough it was for me emotionally and how
working the two jobs nearly killed me and she's not saying
much. Then I said to her, " So who's was it?". And
she get's all indignant, asking how I could say something
like that, and then I tell her I'm sterile. Well she breaks
down crying and says, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry"
over and over and we leave the bar and go outside and we're
standing near a river and it's raining and I ask her again,
"Who's was it?"
Turns out she didn't know. It was
either my best friend's or one of her brother's roommates.
The girl got around.
So that's my story. I may have got
the timeline wrong, but I'm sure about the Father's day thing.
I know it's kind of overly ironic, losing your kid on Father's
day and all, but it's all true. I lost my grandmother on my
birthday one year too, so I don't exactly look forward to
it anymore.
Heh. That story made me laugh.
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