Pink Piggy Extra - Ruby Hits town
By Christopher Wisherwood
Secret Diary of Ebay Leafy aged 44 and five sixths
Dear Diary,
I fink that fat Sandy bloke is doing somefink to me. I keep getting pains in mi bum. I never ad em before and now I get em every day. I went to see the doctor and ‘e said that mi bum was a bit tired but that I didnt ‘ave piles. So it must be im. E’s doin sumfink ‘orrible to me. I know ‘e is. . I shall ‘ave to keep a close eye on what ‘e is up to. ‘E keeps chatting to that Satan bloke when he finks I cant ‘ear.
Dear Diary
That leafy is driving me nuts. He is as thick as a plank. How can we set up a lying website business if he cannot even spell his own name. All that w*nking has rotted his brain. I am going to read my copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales to him and see if we can improve him a bit.
Secret Diary of Ebay Leafy aged 44 and five sixths
Dear Diary
That Sandy read me a bedtime story last night. It were by someone called Grimm and ‘e said it might help me read better but it were ‘orrible when he got to the bit where ‘Ansel and Gretel wos nearly ate by the witch. It frightened me and I weed the bed again. I got the sheets dried though before Sandy found out. ‘E wont let me ‘ave my morning fags if I wet the bed. I fink that ‘e is stealing them when I am not looking. E’s eating my biscuits too.
Dear Diary
That bloody Leafy is still driving me nuts. I tried reading to him last night but he got over excited. Would you believe that when I got to the bit about the witch in Hansel and Gretel story he kept shouting “She’s behind you” all the time.
Satan was not happy today either and sent a goblin to plague me. I farted at him but it did not drive him away. Never mind. I spotted that Grimsdale bitch in Omar’s and I have a cunning plan to see the end of her.
Friends and Enemies
Newer readers regularly ask what purpose does this site have. Its purpose will be apparnet to those who have followed it from its inception but without reading the original entries its purpose may seem a little obscure.
The purpose of reporting on scams is evident but Pink Piggies has a different aim. A section of Luxor's youth has enemies who pose as their friends and use them instead of caring for them. Sex tourists come to Luxor on holiday and others stay. Poverty means that the boys cannot defend themselves against the lure of money. Rather than attacking those enemies, this site mocks them. The following quote just about sums it up.
I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: "O Lord, make my enemies ridiculous." And God granted it.
Voltaire (1694 - 1778)
New Website
Our new website is developing daily and will be uploaded soon. If there is anything you would like to see on the new site that is not presently included here then let us know and we will add it.
Of course, as promised, all our Pink Piggy Tales, Profiles and Plays will be there too so the adventures of Sandy, Leafy and the bunch of degenerate desperados will continue.
Pink Piggy Tales – Out of Africa
Recap part 1 - : Sandy and Leafy have gone to darkest Africa with Noddy and Du’Stan as porters to try and find a ‘member’ which would suit the size of Sandy’s body. Not an easy task. They had camped for the night and Leafy was having a crafty w*nk behind a tree when a pygmy dragging a metre long member crashed into their camp.
The Story Continues:
Episode 14 – Safari to Darkest Africa Part 2
By Christopher Wisherwood et al
Pandemonium broke out at our tribe’s ’camp.’ Noddy was still spinning and Leafy was recovering from his swoon. Du’Stan woken by all the noise, belched again and went back to sleep. Sandy, on seeing the new arrival’s family jewels had only one thing in mind, immediate captivity and transportation to Luxor. With one of his crocodile smiles reserved for all his potential victims, he quickly invited him over to partake of a cup of Lipton’s Earl Grey tea and petite fours laced with a strong sedative.
His intention was to promise him a UK passport to riches beyond his dreams but his real reason was to gain possession of the remarkable ‘tool’ and to get him to stand- in for Noddy in his nefarious activities in Luxor. Their close resemblance would surely fool the local authorities once the 3 foot member had been removed. Noddy would advise on how to obtain a foreign passport having been down that road himself.
However, the new arrival mistook Sandy for a she elephant and, never having seen one before at such close quarters especially one speaking in a broad north of England dialect, he shrieked in his local language and was immediately backed up by 6 pregnant gangagrabs.
A pregnant gangagrab (introduced in episode 4) dear readers is more lethal than a dozen Bruce Willis’s in wigs, and the ensuing pandemonium caused Sandy to suffer the effects of 3 inverted seismic farts. Decorum prevents or writers from describing the effects, let’s just say he was covered in it from head to foot. But then, isn’t our erstwhile hero always in that state when his plans backfire.
Quickly, Noddy powdered his nose and spinning on his pointed plastic shoes (closely resembling Margot Fonteyn in Swan Lake), while brandishing his crocodile handbag, grabbed the pygmy’s hand and dashed into the forest where he tried unsuccessfully to swing from tree to tree. Noddy had at last found a brother, and having recently married for the second time at a secret ceremony on Luxor’s West Bank, he fancied himself as a macho type hence the Tarzan impression.
Not to be outdone, Leafy re-emerged from behind the jacaranda tree, where he had gone for another w*nk, waving his you know what in one hand and a brand new ten pound note in the other. His vow to leave the boys alone and lead a celibate life was immediately abandoned like all his promises are. The pygmy was the answer to all his dreams. Du’stan, not to be left out, let of a series of belches that convinced our diminutive victim that a whole herd of she elephants was in hot pursuit.
Meanwhile, the gangagrabs, quickly discovered Sandy’s bete noir (look it up in a French dictionary). Although Sandy was used to being a figure of ridicule, this was something else and he panicked. Quickly he snatched up his laptop, keyed ‘Help’ into his ‘Contact the Dead’ site and was told in no uncertain terms to drop dead himself. Unfortunately, he failed to take advantage of this generous offer and dived into a nearby pool to cleanse himself of his own ordure. The smell of which, festering in the steamy jungle, was quite overpowering. Unfortunately, a passing crocodile considered this an intrusion on his territory and decided to bite Sandy where it would hurt most. Imagine its disappointment when his appetite was unappeased. Sandy jumped out of the water and was immediately bitten by the gangagrabs who slipped inside his voluminous black shirt.
There was nothing left for the sorry band to do but pack up and return to Lightest Africa (Luxor) without the object of their hunting trip. Sandy was desolate that his chance to be a real man had fled. Leafy was in pain because a gangagrab had grabbed his exposed delicate parts and ganged up on it.
Before they could leave they first they had to find Noddy. His wails could be clearly heard above the jungle noises, but nobody dared to enter the darkness of the trees Sandy had an idea. He turned around, bent over and let one off, which flattened all the trees within a half mile radius. Du’Stan added a huge belch for good measure. Noddy was eventually found clinging to a tree trunk, crying because the pygmy had stolen his handbag. Lying at his feet was a three foot long dildo. It was an Ann Summers top of the range model (available on the internet at $19.99 plus postage) and the pygmy had only strapped it on for ceremonial purposes.
The Mandingos, who had wisely camped away from our tribe having seen the consequences of Sandy’s seismics before, were summoned to carry Sandy out of the jungle and put him on a plane back home. They had a sit down strike until Sandy promised to triple their pay. They said they would take Noddy hostage in case he did not pay up. Sandy, deciding that Noddy was expendable, agreed without hesitation.
Leafy was still very upset that the pygmy would not accept his 10 pound note and had wet himself again, which was very painful since the gangagrab grabbed his tinkle. To make himself feel better he wanted to be carried like Sandy, but Sandy was having none of that. He was in a strop and in his best Greta Garbo impersonation, he said that he “wanted to be alone”, so Leafy trotted behind like the good little boy he was trying to be. Du'Stan still comatose had to be strapped to the back of a donkey.
Frankly, our writers have got our fictional heroes in a mess haven’t they? Thank goodness it is all Alice in Wonderland. Despite that, so many readers, lacking a healthy self image, are determined to join dear Alice behind the Looking Glass. That Andy Warhol certainly had them in mind when he made his famous quote! Dear Readers, you will soon be in for a special treat.
Our new writer Ruby has just spent a week in Luxor financed by that generous Egyptian benefactor who discovered her in Harlem. You are going to rock in the aisles when he introduces her to our heroes after they return in tatters from their trip to darkest Africa. She sent our heroes this message: “A tellen ya all, a doant like one hair a dat Sandy, he sure in for it, telling me am from dat Africa, an as fa dat Noddy pygmy, he goan be spinnin on dem plastic shoe like he jus find out tomorrow not commin. A don warn ya both! Ya doant piss about wi dis Ruby lady.”
As is quite obvious from the first reading, these tales are completely fictional. Their objecyt is to show just how pathetic abusers are and to hightlight the lengths they will go to to achieve their desires. This is not a homophobic site. Consenting adults are free to do as they please but Luxor's boys are not consenting adults.
Scams - Orfi Blackmail
In recent years as women have become more independent, Luxor has been a magnet for those looking for something extra in their lives. Some would term them sex tourists but this is too simple a definition as most of looking for a relationship and few are seeking short-term gratification.
Many of these women are married in their home countries, but have chosen to live in Luxor either on a full-time or part-time basis. Technically the women are guilty of adultery but due to Egyptian laws where it is illegal for a woman to live with an Egyptian man without entering a marriage, some have also entered into orfi marriages.
Orfi simply means ‘common law’ and orfi marriages are contracts saying that the couple are forming a relationship. Some of these are registered at the court to give them more legal standing. However, orfi marriages are not recognised outside of Egypt and unless the marriage has been registered in Cairo then it is still a simple contract and not a marriage in its accepted sense.
This does not stop some of Luxor’s more undesirable ex-pat characters trying to blackmail these women by saying that unless they comply with their demands they will be reported to the police and deported. Without knowledge of the law, this can be extremely worrying and has led some women to almost desperate measures to hold on to the lives they have built in Luxor. Not only is such blackmail reprehensible it is also rubbish and merely a scam to extract money or for the blackmailer to get his own way.
Some blackmailers have even followed through with their threats and have gone to the police to try and get people deported. They pretend innocence and say that they are only going to the police to protect people. Seldom do they tell the police that they are in fact blackmailers. The police ignore them. They are not nearly naïve enough to believe that the complainer is there for altruistic reasons and naturally question his motives.
For someone who already has a husband in another country, adultery may be morally wrong, but orfi marriages do not constitute bigamy. However, for women, two orfi marriages cannot legally be entered into at the same time.
Adultery is a sin, blackmail is a crime.
All our scam reports are being uploaded to our new site
New Website
Our new website will be live soon. No longer will you have to plough through pages of entries to find reports on various scams or to follow our Pink Piggy Tales, they will be there at your fingertips.
There will also be guides to Luxor's market, restaurants, hotels, shops and services along with recommendations for electericians, painters, plumbers and builders. Links will be given to news items and photos will be uploaded of Luxor's renovations. In fact it will be an online magazine with Facts, Fun and Follies. See you there soon.
Part two of our Pink Piggy Safari to Deepest Africa
will be uploaded soon.
Remember that sex tourists do not just come to luxor for a couple of weeks. Some of them stay and pose an even greater threat to Luxor's youth. The boys who stand on the Corniche and ask if you "Like Bananas" were not born that way. They learned it from men who used them and taught them how to make easy money.
The purpose of this site is to counteract the multitude of gay sites that invite you to come to Luxor and find a young gay friend. Some of these sites are run by Luxor residents who call themselves the gay mafia. What consenting adults do in the privacy of their own homes is their business but boys are not adults they are little more than children and it is not gay pride, it is paedophilia.
Abuse on the Guest Book
Anyone who has looked at our Guest Book will see that we are still uploading posts that are purely abusive personal attacks on individuals who are assumed to be the authors of this site. We have done this so that you can see just what an uphill climb fighting corruption can be. One post is so full of lies that it is even more far fetched than our Pink Piggy Tales. No matter how many times we repeat that there are a lot of writers the posts do not alter. Why? Does it hint that the posts are coming from the same source under various names?
Over the last few months we have given reports on various scams, conterfeit money and blackmail of gay men. Soon we will have a report on the blackmail of women in orfi marriages and on land and property scams. Yet it is our Pink Piggy Tales that people with vested interests are commenting on. Why? It shows just how guilty some consciences are. Someone has even threatened us with a libel action. So if you see someone floating across the Nile like a balloon then you know who it is. If we are being taken that seriously then we are doing an excellent job.
There are various totally vicious websites about Luxor residents on the Internet now which are the work of those with an axe to grind. There is no condemnation of those sites because people take them for the rubbish that they are. Even the people they are aimed at cannot be bothered to take any action. But this site is attracting attention and has put evil people on the defensive. That was our intention.
Scammers, liars, thieves and abusers should be aware that we are watching and reporting and shall continue to do so. There is a gay mafia in Luxor and its members are not pleasant as evidenced by last year's deportation of child abusers.
Fact and Fiction
News Hounds
Just a note to say that only our Pink Piggy Tales and the Writer Profiles that accompany them are fiction, everything else on this site is Fact. The Scam reports are not fiction. Sadly they are what is happening in Luxor. The Pink Piggy Tales are there to highlight some of the problems that gay sex tourists cause in Luxor.
We have become news hounds reporting on Luxor's seedier side and we have been proven totally correct. As predicted in our last scam update the attempt to destroy yet another charity has already started. It took all of a few hours after our report for a torrent of lies, abuse and allegations to appear on the Internet. The charity will ignore it of course as they have nothing to hide and have broken no laws. All they want to do is help Luxor's children.
Others have their own Agenda. They want to use Luxor's children not assist them. We find it mystifying that these evil men want only to destroy. They were advised by one of Luxor's senior charity workers to start thinking about starting a charity of their own so that they could do something positive for once but I would dread to think what would happen to the children in their care.
Pink Piggy Tales
Episode 13 – Safari to Deepest Africa
By Christopher and Andrew Wisherwood et al
Dear readers, and how you are growing in number, a new member from Africa is about to join our group of dysfunctional dropouts. The new addition is approximately 3 feet long, black and is soon to become a very close and welcome friend of your favourite hate figure, Sandy.
As you are well aware, Sandy suffered a humiliating setback at the opening of their Strip Joint when an explosion due to one of his disastrous seismic blasts, approaching 7 on the Richer scale, revealed a secret he had attempted to conceal beneath his usual voluminous black garments. It certainly was inviting disaster to have worn a sequined jockstrap stuffed with a frozen chicken from Brazil that day. (Brazil is in South America should any of our readers be of the intellectual level of our gang of desperados). Sandy had at last to admit he was minus a ‘member.’ Decorum and good taste prevent up from going into further details. Just let us say he was the leading soprano voice in his local choir in Burnley, that is until he groped the vicar without first obtaining permission. Ever the tasteless is our misguided Sandy!
After consulting his Doctor, Psychiatrist and close friend, Madame Lucrezia Borgia, closely related to the Sicilian Mafia and great-aunt of Bimboli Bolt, he was advised to have a transplant in order to cease his charade of being a fully paid up member of the male sex, well as near as you get with your built-in deviations and obsession with powdering your bum morning noon and night. A mutual decision was made for Sandy to go to darkest Africa, with his devoted Leafy, Du’stan and Noddy in his plastic pointed shoes and crocodile handbag. With a bit of luck readers, he just might get snapped up by his handbag’s brother and we may then write him off as the dead loss he is.
Why darkest Africa rather than the back streets of Luxor? You may well ask? Unfortunately only a 3 foot member would be appropriate in size to fit in with Sandy’s gross build and only in darkest Africa does an elephant with a 3 foot member survive. Naturally, Leafy is green with envy and he hopes to find a baboon to acquire an implant to replace the one of a Rhesus monkey he has at present. He has never lost that feeling of the underprivileged he was raised with. They are both applying to the World Bank for a donation in this attempt to enlarge their private assets.
Well we must continue, our hapless quartet of hopefuls disembarked from their felucca in darkest Africa and ‘rented’ 12 Mandingos whose forebears had escaped slavery in America. Their purpose, besides the obvious with this happy quartet of deviants and their lusts, was to carry fat Sandy through the jungle. They had previously been employed removing the carcases of elephants to their final resting place so were used to carrying dead weights. Sandy reclined eating a 5 gallon tub of rapidly melting ice cream, with Leafy trailing behind constantly complaining that his new violet coloured sequined tracksuit was scratching his crotch, and Du’stan belching along as usual and Noddy, attempting in pigeon English to convince the natives that he was not a semi-white pygmy but a genuine product of a village north of Kathmandu. His imitation UK passport had been pissed on by a drunken donkey in Dendera.
The first night they made camp, and Oh! how they camped, fires were lit, trees sprayed with Woolworth’s Male Musk, Sandy’s favourite at UK£l.95 a large bottle, locally known as nit’s piss, tents bedecked in gay colours, tins of baked beans opened and a feast was had by all. Sandy was in ecstasy well knowing what Heinz baked beans did for his seismic condition.
Suddenly, when Sandy with legs astraddle was preparing for one to frighten off the lions, and Leafy was busy having his third w*nk of the day behind a jacaranda tree in full flower, they heard a dragging sound coming from the surrounding jungle. Quickly powdering their noses etc, etc just in case, they were surprised to see a pygmy appear dragging his enormous 3 foot member between his tiny legs. “Eureka!” Sandy squealed, Leafy swooned in ecstasy, Noddy spun around like a demented squirrel on his pointed plastic shoes and shouted “Hi! Brother”, and Du’stan for whom sex is a purely visual occupation, belched three times and farted in C major, then fell into a coma from drinking 12 bottles of Stella.
To be continued later.
N.B. Doctor Borgia has a website and sometimes uses the alias of Mrs. Emma Jane Eyesore. Our happy Sandy consults her daily before entering his own fantasy website in an attempt to rid himself of the spleen, bile and jealousy he was born with. Unfortunately, it doesn’t help and only feeds his spite. Fortunately, it keeps him off the streets during daylight hours but the vampires are having a bad time.!
(Pink Piggy Tales are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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Update on Luxor's computer Scammer
We have been passed evidence that Luxor's most prolific computer scammer, who is targeting Luxor's charities, has been sending threatening e-mails to a second charity. Surely his ultimate aim must be that they will part with money to get him to stop because it is inconceivable that anyone would be so mean spirited as to wish the failure of any charity.
His new target gave him short shrift. What will appear about them on the Internet now? We all know that whatever it is, it will not be the truth but simply lies that he manufactures at will.
This man is bringing shame on the ex-pat community. He does nothing to help anyone, least of all children and he is determined that nobody else will either. Thankfully his new target will not allow him to destroy their work. Will there be a single charity left in Luxor when he has finished his evil deeds?
He pretends that it is because he cares. That is the biggest lie of all.
Pink Piggy Tales
Our next episode of Pink Piggy Tales will be uploaded in a few days.
Come and read how Sandy and Leafy raise the money to go on safari with the other two equally hapless members of our depraved quartet. Will they or will they not find a replacement 'part' to restore Sandy's 'manhood'? Will Noddy and Du'Stan learn to become super-liars like their companions? You will never know unless you call in and follow the tale.
Pink Piggy Tales are ficitonal and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.