If he didn't Tree got it on his Kodak Instamatic 110!!!
Tree
...what do you mean you don't have the equipment to develop this film???
Tree
...what do you mean you don't have the equipment to develop this film???
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Roxie Is Tagged
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But that is a 126!!!
this is a 110...
...when this puppy came out the government pissed in its collective pants that it was a 'spy camera' for the masses...
It is hard to find a cell phone that big without a much better camera now....
After all that I wouldn't be surprised if RR forgot to turn the camera on! Very distracting for a poor simple rodent.
ps is it hot in here or is it just me (Phlebas loosens collar, mops brow)
We've endured the nailing, the raising, fainting from the pain, and now the first few minutes of being fully crucified! Barb, me and Siss, crucified in a row...three attractive women (well, Barb and Siss, at least) naked, bleeding, sweating, writhing on their crosses...
I look at Barb on my right as watch as she struggles to push herself up on her cross after hanging from her arms too long.
And Siss, too, on my right twisiting and squirming in her awful agony as she rises and falls on her cross...
They are soooo lovely -- their long, lean legs are tautly muscled, their full breasts tremble and bobble with each exertion, their slender arms -- that held me so dearly -- stretched past endurance.
What do I look like to them, I wonder, as I hang in my own misery? Me, Roxie...oh why did Tree put me on the middle cross? So much attention as I struggle, twist and squirm! I don't have curves like Siss or Barb...I'm kinda skinny, more narrow-hipped. Why should I get the center cross!!!! My breasts are average, while theirs are so magnificently full!!! I'm not that tall, while they are!!! Oh why does Tree want me as the centerpiece of this horrid execution???
I regret nothing...my relationships with men have always been about control and rape...Stephen, you asshole!!!
Maybe if you hadn't raped me, made me turn to women for love, I wouldn't be here now...and maybe Siss and Barb would still be living their lives in peace!. But fate brought us here, to this platform, nailed to tall crosses overlooking Grand Avenue...putting on a show for the crowd...as we perform our hideous dance on the cross...our rising and falling, twisting and writhing, trying to endure the unendurable! Look at them, the crowd, pointing at us, making crude comments about our struggling, our exposed breasts and pussies...men and women alike! Oh why do women enjoy watching our sufferings so!!!!
As we hang from the nails piercing our bodies, chatting a bit between our agonized grunts and groans, I hear the band start playing a familiar tune. Through bleary eyes I see sheets of paper being quickly handed out in the excited crowd. Through the pain roaring in my ears as I hang on my cross I hear...can it be...no, not surely, but it is! They are playing the Hokey Pokey!!!!
But the words aren't the same...the young women in the crowd are strutting and gyrating lasciviously, shaking their breasts and stretching their arms, legs, backs and hips out in horrid mimicry of our sufferings as the band plays and everyone sings words that are familiar...but so horribly different!!! This is so obscene! Why do they allow it!!
But the music is very catchy! (Makes me want to tap my feet in rhythm...If I wasn't crucified I might be out there dancing too!) Hey, wait, isn't that mom? MOM!!!! What the fuck!!! Oh, this is just getting way too bad...
And the band plays on...and they dance to the tune of......
The Cruxey Pokey
They hold your left wrist down
Your left wrist down
They hold your left wrist down
And nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
And twist and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about!
Hey, they pull you right wrist out
Your right wrist out
They pull your right wrist out
And nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
And twist and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about!
Hey, they hold your right foot down
Your right foot down
They hold your right foot down
Then nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
Thrust your hips and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about, hey
Hey, they hold your left foot down
Your left foot down
They hold your left foot down
Then nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
Thrust your hips and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about, hey
They raise your whole cross up
Your whole cross up
They raise your whole cross up
And drop it in the hole
And you do the cruxey pokey
Twist your ass and squirm about
Hey, that's what it's all about
You push your whole body up
Your whole body up
You push your whole body up
Arch your back and stretch your legs
Hey, you do the cruxey pokey
Shake your tits and squirm about
Hey, that’s what it’s all about!
You let your whole body drop
Your whole body drop
You let your whole body drop
Slam your ass against the wood
Hey, you do the cruxey pokey
Spread your legs and shake about
Hey, that’s what it’s all about!
Let’s do the cruxey pokey!
Let’s do the cruxey pokey!
Let’s do the cruxey pokey!
Hey, that’s what it’s all about!!!
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well done Roxie!!!
We've endured the nailing, the raising, fainting from the pain, and now the first few minutes of being fully crucified! Barb, me and Siss, crucified in a row...three attractive women (well, Barb and Siss, at least) naked, bleeding, sweating, writhing on their crosses...
I look at Barb on my right as watch as she struggles to push herself up on her cross after hanging from her arms too long.
And Siss, too, on my right twisiting and squirming in her awful agony as she rises and falls on her cross...
They are soooo lovely -- their long, lean legs are tautly muscled, their full breasts tremble and bobble with each exertion, their slender arms -- that held me so dearly -- stretched past endurance.
What do I look like to them, I wonder, as I hang in my own misery? Me, Roxie...oh why did Tree put me on the middle cross? So much attention as I struggle, twist and squirm! I don't have curves like Siss or Barb...I'm kinda skinny, more narrow-hipped. Why should I get the center cross!!!! My breasts are average, while theirs are so magnificently full!!! I'm not that tall, while they are!!! Oh why does Tree want me as the centerpiece of this horrid execution???
I regret nothing...my relationships with men have always been about control and rape...Stephen, you asshole!!!
But fate brought us here, to this platform, nailed to tall crosses overlooking Grand Avenue...putting on a show for the crowd...as we perform our hideous dance on the cross...our rising and falling, twisting and writhing, trying to endure the unendurable! Look at them, the crowd, pointing at us, making crude comments about our struggling, our exposed breasts and pussies...men and women alike! Oh why do women enjoy watching our sufferings so!!!!
As we hang from the nails piercing our bodies, chatting a bit between our agonized grunts and groans, I hear the band start playing a familiar tune. Through bleary eyes I see sheets of paper being quickly handed out in the excited crowd. Through the pain roaring in my ears as I hang on my cross I hear...can it be...no, not surely, but it is! They are playing the Hokey Pokey!!!!
But the words aren't the same...the young women in the crowd are strutting and gyrating lasciviously, shaking their breasts and stretching their arms, legs, backs and hips out in horrid mimicry of our sufferings as the band plays and everyone sings words that are familiar...but so horribly different!!! This is so obscene! Why do they allow it!!
But the music is very catchy! (Makes me want to tap my feet in rhythm...If I wasn't crucified I might be out there dancing too!) Hey, wait, isn't that mom? MOM!!!! What the fuck!!! Oh, this is just getting way too bad...
And the band plays on...and they dance to the tune of......
The Cruxey Pokey
They hold your left wrist down
Your left wrist down
They hold your left wrist down
And nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
And twist and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about!
Hey, they pull you right wrist out
Your right wrist out
They pull your right wrist out
And nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
And twist and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about!
Hey, they hold your right foot down
Your right foot down
They hold your right foot down
Then nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
Thrust your hips and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about, hey
Hey, they hold your left foot down
Your left foot down
They hold your left foot down
Then nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
Thrust your hips and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about, hey
They raise your whole cross up
Your whole cross up
They raise your whole cross up
And drop it in the hole
And you do the cruxey pokey
Twist your ass and squirm about
Hey, that's what it's all about
You push your whole body up
Your whole body up
You push your whole body up
Arch your back and stretch your legs
Hey, you do the cruxey pokey
Shake your tits and squirm about
Hey, that’s what it’s all about!
You let your whole body drop
Your whole body drop
You let your whole body drop
Slam your ass against the wood
Hey, you do the cruxey pokey
Spread your legs and shake about
Hey, that’s what it’s all about!
Let’s do the cruxey pokey!
Let’s do the cruxey pokey!
Let’s do the cruxey pokey!
Hey, that’s what it’s all about!!!
wow!!!
I nominate this for the "Crux Forums Moment of the Year Award 2015"
I am horizontal with laughter!!
I look at Barb on my right as watch as she struggles to push herself up on her cross after hanging from her arms too long.
And Siss, too, on my right twisiting and squirming in her awful agony as she rises and falls on her cross...
They are soooo lovely -- their long, lean legs are tautly muscled, their full breasts tremble and bobble with each exertion, their slender arms -- that held me so dearly -- stretched past endurance.
What do I look like to them, I wonder, as I hang in my own misery? Me, Roxie...oh why did Tree put me on the middle cross? So much attention as I struggle, twist and squirm! I don't have curves like Siss or Barb...I'm kinda skinny, more narrow-hipped. Why should I get the center cross!!!! My breasts are average, while theirs are so magnificently full!!! I'm not that tall, while they are!!! Oh why does Tree want me as the centerpiece of this horrid execution??? -Roxie
Well, you did start all this when you wanted a tag. And you look fine on the cross...
...The biggest complaint Tree gets from crucified women, after, pain, agony, and humiliation of course, is that the cross makes their breasts look smaller but like the bra of yore the cross lifts and separates those beautiful jewels...
Tree
And Siss, too, on my right twisiting and squirming in her awful agony as she rises and falls on her cross...
They are soooo lovely -- their long, lean legs are tautly muscled, their full breasts tremble and bobble with each exertion, their slender arms -- that held me so dearly -- stretched past endurance.
What do I look like to them, I wonder, as I hang in my own misery? Me, Roxie...oh why did Tree put me on the middle cross? So much attention as I struggle, twist and squirm! I don't have curves like Siss or Barb...I'm kinda skinny, more narrow-hipped. Why should I get the center cross!!!! My breasts are average, while theirs are so magnificently full!!! I'm not that tall, while they are!!! Oh why does Tree want me as the centerpiece of this horrid execution??? -Roxie
Well, you did start all this when you wanted a tag. And you look fine on the cross...
...The biggest complaint Tree gets from crucified women, after, pain, agony, and humiliation of course, is that the cross makes their breasts look smaller but like the bra of yore the cross lifts and separates those beautiful jewels...
Tree
The vendors had opened early in the day and by the time Siss, Barb, and Roxie were raised at 6:30. Much of the crowd had more than seven hours of liquor, wine, and beer in them. In the hour and fifty minutes before the sun would set the women would look down from their crosses at the drunken debauchery below them and think ‘and we deserved this’.
The sun would not set until 8:20 CDT but the long shadows of the buildings lining Grand Avenue had long shaded the crucified women. Siss looked about and noted “Tree wasn’t lying. I can see in the second floor window”
It took until almost 10:30 foe the skies to lose the last trace of red tint. What was already a bizarre scene with three women hanging crucified over Grand Avenue was made more surreal as street lights accompanied by spotlights more suitable for a rock concert lit the crucified women. At 10:30 a voice boomed over the speakers “We have a special dance for you and special lady to lead you in it. Ladies and Gentlemen, A warm twin city welcome for Roxie’s mom and the ‘The Cruxey Pokey’!”
A mortified Roxie looked down at the runway that extended from the stage away from her cross as she watched her mother walk up the stairs stark naked to a huge applause. The music started and her mother began dancing on the stage. Roxie closed her eyes in disbelief.
The Cruxey Pokey
They hold your left wrist down
Your left wrist down
They hold your left wrist down
And nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
And twist and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about!
Hey, they pull you right wrist out
Your right wrist out
They pull your right wrist out
And nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
And twist and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about!
Hey, they hold your right foot down
Your right foot down
They hold your right foot down
Then nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
Thrust your hips and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about, hey
Hey, they hold your left foot down
Your left foot down
They hold your left foot down
Then nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
Thrust your hips and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about, hey
They raise your whole cross up
Your whole cross up
They raise your whole cross up
And drop it in the hole
And you do the cruxey pokey
Twist your ass and squirm about
Hey, that's what it's all about
You push your whole body up
Your whole body up
You push your whole body up
Arch your back and stretch your legs
Hey, you do the cruxey pokey
Shake your tits and squirm about
Hey, that’s what it’s all about!
You let your whole body drop
Your whole body drop
You let your whole body drop
Slam your ass against the wood
Hey, you do the cruxey pokey
Spread your legs and shake about
Hey, that’s what it’s all about!
Let’s do the cruxey pokey!
Let’s do the cruxey pokey!
Let’s do the cruxey pokey!
Hey, that’s what it’s all about!!!
Tree watched with a passing interest thinking it was no wonder Roxie looked so fine. Maybe he could get Roxie's mother’s phone number…
Tree
The sun would not set until 8:20 CDT but the long shadows of the buildings lining Grand Avenue had long shaded the crucified women. Siss looked about and noted “Tree wasn’t lying. I can see in the second floor window”
It took until almost 10:30 foe the skies to lose the last trace of red tint. What was already a bizarre scene with three women hanging crucified over Grand Avenue was made more surreal as street lights accompanied by spotlights more suitable for a rock concert lit the crucified women. At 10:30 a voice boomed over the speakers “We have a special dance for you and special lady to lead you in it. Ladies and Gentlemen, A warm twin city welcome for Roxie’s mom and the ‘The Cruxey Pokey’!”
A mortified Roxie looked down at the runway that extended from the stage away from her cross as she watched her mother walk up the stairs stark naked to a huge applause. The music started and her mother began dancing on the stage. Roxie closed her eyes in disbelief.
The Cruxey Pokey
They hold your left wrist down
Your left wrist down
They hold your left wrist down
And nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
And twist and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about!
Hey, they pull you right wrist out
Your right wrist out
They pull your right wrist out
And nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
And twist and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about!
Hey, they hold your right foot down
Your right foot down
They hold your right foot down
Then nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
Thrust your hips and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about, hey
Hey, they hold your left foot down
Your left foot down
They hold your left foot down
Then nail it to the wood
You do the cruxey pokey
Thrust your hips and scream out loud!
That's what it's all about, hey
They raise your whole cross up
Your whole cross up
They raise your whole cross up
And drop it in the hole
And you do the cruxey pokey
Twist your ass and squirm about
Hey, that's what it's all about
You push your whole body up
Your whole body up
You push your whole body up
Arch your back and stretch your legs
Hey, you do the cruxey pokey
Shake your tits and squirm about
Hey, that’s what it’s all about!
You let your whole body drop
Your whole body drop
You let your whole body drop
Slam your ass against the wood
Hey, you do the cruxey pokey
Spread your legs and shake about
Hey, that’s what it’s all about!
Let’s do the cruxey pokey!
Let’s do the cruxey pokey!
Let’s do the cruxey pokey!
Hey, that’s what it’s all about!!!
Tree watched with a passing interest thinking it was no wonder Roxie looked so fine. Maybe he could get Roxie's mother’s phone number…
Tree
To use on his rotary phone? 
A really fun post Tree!!!!!
Roxie is mortified.
Her mother now has a multi-million dollar recording contract.
Tree has a phone number missing one digit ... keep "dialing" guy, sooner or later you will get the right answer; how many combinations can there possibly be?
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Thank, Wragg and Barb, I was feeling sympathy for you three on the crosses until I realized her mother shorted me a number...View attachment 191002 To use on his rotary phone?
A really fun post Tree!!!!!
Roxie is mortified.
Her mother now has a multi-million dollar recording contract.
Tree has a phone number missing one digit ... keep "dialing" guy, sooner or later you will get the right answer; how many combinations can there possibly be?
Stupid bitch, I'm retired from the phone company and I have friends there still. I can get the number within a day!!!
Tree
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I cannot believe the pain I am in! My mind tells me to hang still but my body keeps trying to give some joint or muscle relief for which there is none- certainly not without the expense to other parts of my frame. Barb is hanging limp right now… is she saving strength and what the hell for? We are here until the last of us breathes!
Siss certainly isn’t worried about resting. She’s been raised six hours and she is still yelling obscenities at the people hanging out the second floor windows. I'm still trying to get the last bit of crap from my ass!
Tree
The original picture was the first picture I did of the first time I cruxed Siss. Barb and Roxie were provide by MH...
Siss certainly isn’t worried about resting. She’s been raised six hours and she is still yelling obscenities at the people hanging out the second floor windows. I'm still trying to get the last bit of crap from my ass!
Tree
The original picture was the first picture I did of the first time I cruxed Siss. Barb and Roxie were provide by MH...
“You fucking assholes! What makes you think you are better than us” I demand. I have no tolerance for these pricks. They are chanting ‘hey, hey, these ho’s have got to go!’ That really original!!!
-Siss
Tree
-Siss
Tree
Oh wow!!! Incredible artwork Tree!!! I look exhausted and humiliated to be on public display like this in my home town (remember I am the one that everyone knows...just no way I can cover up my nakedness ... ). Siss just can't keep quiet, as usual. And Roxie looks like she is either having the time of her life or in a state of total shock after watching her mother's lewd public performance at her expense (I won't mention her defecation). And that crowd deserves anything Siss wants to throw at them; their behavior is disgraceful.