Batmama's Northpoint Notes #08
HOLD UP! Broaching the "B" Side Chow Hall day before yesterday (sorry to get to press so late), hub-bub regarded a figure in cobalt, the color of somebody freshly-released from Northpoints hole or as I call it my writer's retreat, blog luminary "Michael Myers" diving into cat-food chili con carne and unbeknownst to him future gonzo journalist target for the 64 k question: was he pegging chicken nuggets up his ass with that poor broom-handle or performing a monkey-spank in the supply room with that cleaning implement providing the reach-around?
So ornery he wasn't off-put a lick by my rabid nosiness, telling him my readers needed to know the truth he threw a wicked curve-ball: neither! His version decries broomstick involvement in the shenanigans, with no denial of the chicken-choking, saying a slick Corrections Officer who took the floor sweeper as evidence submitted it as a rape victim.
January 28th, 2026
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I'm inclined to believe this sex offender. The yarn was unbelievable as I first stated (Blog #6), as to the risk factor. Tossing seed at work is something virtually every male has engaged in but an unlockable door with a three foot wooden handle and dignity forever shoved up somebodys (publicly) heterosexual ass? Something's rotten in Denmark (gogeddum, Unka Donald!) about that ta(il)le.
If his story's accurate, that's vengeful on it's face. Like I wrote then, he can be a crap human sometimes, but that's wicked comeback from a cop to destroy his rep so intrinsically. Maybe she knows more about him than we do and she's supposed to, or maybe he gives her a bad case of the boo-boo jeebies.
Dunno about y'all but I'm a Swiffer fan on the streets. I keep that bastard in my hand or cleaning closet, tho'. Hope you're keeping warm. Fuck this cold snap, Puddin' Pops... xoxo Battleaxe
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