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Feb 29, 2008 at 06:40 o\clock

Pink Piggy Extra - Ruby Hits town

Pink Piggy Extra
Ruby Hits Town 1
By Ruby Rasta

    

Hi! Mi loves, dis be ya ole friend Ruby again, ya all done tink a won dat lottery ting.  Dat lovely Egypt man invite me an ma friend Ebeneezer for spend one week in dat Luxor place.  Affa one day a says to ma friend dat a doant see dat many hustlers sin a strut ma stuff up dat Lexington by 42nd.  At least we wearing skirt, here dem is all wearing trousers man.
      
Straight ways a sees dem three Dolly sisters, Sandy, Leafy an dat midget prat Noddy (he shure look like runt end of bastard litter) sashaying dem tipped up arses, an a shure is talking tip up high man, along dat Corniche. Dem is all powderin dem noses and a shoutin ‘Weese open for business.’ A guess you can say dem is speakin dat ‘queen’s English.’ Dat Du'stan him playin macho dis week.  A tell ya all, I doant see dat many bananas since a visit Jamaica. Confidentially, someone done tell me dat Leafy is a practising dem (P.E’s) psychosomatic ejaculations a done read about.  Well, he done talk s**t most a  da time  so a guess PE’s come next when ya is headin for 50 faster dan a souped up Harley Davidson.
     
Straight ways we done had a meal in dat restaurant Plantern, now  ise a tellin you, dat is one swell place an dat owner lady is one upmarket doll.  A gotta tell ya also a done see a female Gangagrab straight ways as a done leave dat restaurant.  A sees flats for rent an a says to Ebeneezer, ‘Mi love whata bout a buys flat in dis place.’  He not shure cos he doant fancy wagglin him arse like is custom.. Anyway, we goes in one agency an straight off we sees Leafy wagglin him swinging buttocks cross da floor, an a can tell ya, he doant have much cos in ma past business we always checks dem out for dem equipment. Him wearin baseball cap one of dem tings dat go outa fashion long time.  Him face bloated like ripe pumpkin in August. Dat is when a done see dat female Gangagrab for da first time in ma life, an she shout ‘Piss off, dis place not open for business, we talking takeover business an we not have time for spies likes a you.'
    
Dat is when A sees Noddy and Leafy sittin on dem arse and one man I tink him lawyer cos he have brief case.  A is a telling you all, dat bleached blonde doant know who she talking to, I knows Mafia when a sees it an a done see  more like dem lot  in 42nd Street than she have good dinner. An da way she talk man, she leave more of dem words behind dan come outa dat gob. Is like dat Sandy talk where dem cut offa dem words cos dem tongue been pushed backward cos of dem nasty habits.  Ise a said to Ebenezer I shure is glad ma momma done get me dem helecution lessons down in Alabama. Some a dem morons dem tink a comes from dat Africa cos dem doant knows geography like ah does.
    
Someone tell me dat Noddy done get married an him lookin for dem children under dat mulberry bush he done  read about.  Well, as dem all is sayin in dat Luxor, wishful thinking got Moses over dat Red Sea so ifn he doant find dat mulberry bush, he best go paddlin. Cos, a been hearin also, dat him shack is in da path of an approaching hurricane and paddlin might come in handy when him arse land in dat river Nile.
   
Also a hear dat Sandy him done recently suffer a series of reversed seismic farts. Dem is sayin dat all him ‘written’ diatribes rebound an push up him rectum like Hob Nob balloon. A tink ya can all call it poetic justice that s**t go back where it come from. All of dem in Luxor is splitting dem side cos him predictions drop him in it up to him neck.. Iffa ya tink him stink afore, ya all in for big surprise now.  As him friend Oscar done said, ‘Once seen never remembered,’ iffa ya lucky! 
   
I only see dat Du'stan one time, him lying in dat Rimbad cafe surrounded by empties an singin Somewhere Over the Rainbow.
   
I done tell ya all, affa one week in dat Luxor a be in Harlem fa get me some reality lesson.  Ma friends ere be askin me why ah is a twitching alla da time and lookin over ma left shoulder.  A keeps quiet but ya all have da blessings of ya old friend dis Ruby. An ise a promise ya all a gots lots more to write about my time in dat place.

        

Feb 27, 2008 at 09:36 o\clock

Treat in Store - Pink Piggy Tales

by: Luxorpinkpiggytales   Keywords: Tales, Ruby, Luxor

Ruby comes to Luxor
    
We have a real treat ready for our devoted readers.
     
Ruby has come to Luxor and is writing about her visit.
Her tales will be uploaded very soon.

Feb 26, 2008 at 08:22 o\clock

Pink PIggy Tales - Episode 15 - Back in Business

Pink Piggy Tales
Episode 15 - Back in Business

By Christopher Wisherwood

     
Our desperate trio of curly tailed porkers sat on the train back to Luxor in a deep depression after their Safari had ended in ignominy.  They had all been refused permission to get on the plane after Sandy got stuck in the doorway and delayed the flight by four hours while they levered him out again.  They had been reduced to sitting on bales of straw on a cattle train that was slowly shunting its way up north.  At least the sliding door was wide enough for Sandy to get through without him having to be rubbed down with Vaseline to ease the pain.    
   
Sandy was still despondent that his new ‘member’ had really been made of plastic and could not have been transplanted.  He wondered if Ann Summers would post things in plain brown wrappers to Luxor.  He was like Pinocchio.  Pinocchio desperately wanted to be a real boy whereas Sandy desperately wanted to be a real man but there was not Jiminy Cricket to make him feel better.  It was an impossible dream but he would not give up.   Dreaming impossible dreams was what he did best.
   
Leafy was missing Noddy who had been left behind as a hostage and was sad that customs had confiscated the cut little pygmy he had tried to conceal in his luggage.  Du’Stan was worried that he might be next on the list to be used as a bargaining tool and was scheming to protect himself.   There was ne’er a smile in sight and all were suffering from anoxia due to Sandy’s never ending bottom burps which had been slipping out ever since the train left Khartoum.
   
"It were your fault” moaned Leafy, sucking his left thumb while his right hand fiddled in his pocket for some comfort.  Sandy rearranged his rolls of fat and tried to ignore him.  Du’Stan reached for another can of Stella and watched the desert roll past through the train’s open doorway.
       
"It were your fault” said Leafy again but louder as the more he fiddled in his pocket the braver he grew.  If you ‘adnt blocked the door I would be on the plane”.  Sandy glowered at him and rummaged in the rolls of fat again.  The doll was still there.  He twiddled one of its pins and Leafy screamed as usual as the pain seared through his right buttock and his ‘comfort’ dwindled.  Sandy stared at Du’Stan daring him to speak.  Du’Stan opened another can and stared out of the doorway again.
    
We’ll ‘av to hearn sum money some’ow” moaned Leafy again wiping the tears from his eyes. 
We aven’t got nowt.  I heven ‘ad to give that porter a freebee to pay for mi ticket.  Mi Rent a Thug business is not hearning enuff to feed a cockroach and that’s your fault too.   The old ladies we was threatening aint afraid no more and are just laughing at us.“   Sandy did not like being laughed at but it did not bother Leafy much as he was used to it.
We’ll resurrect Tell a Tall Tale”, said Sandy trying to sound confident and positive.
"But I’m not tall” winged Leafy.
"Well we can call it Small Liars or LittleHyphenLiars” suggested Sandy getting exasperated. 
No.  I’m not likkle either “ 
“Well how about Great Big Liars?”
“That’s better”“I am already a Great Big Liar. I wanted to be a better liar than that.””, muttered Du’Stan squashing the empty Stella can.  He aimed the can at the open doorway but missed. 
“Well how about Obscenely Huge Liars?”
That’s it.” said Du’Stan, cheering up no end.  I want to be a corporate liar and get lots and lots of money” .
      
Leafy grinned and put his hand back in his pocket again.  He liked jiggling things in his pockets.  He also liked the idea of having lots pf money.   If he was rich he could buy a new cod piece and stuff it with fifty-pound notes instead of ten pound notes.   The boys would love that.  He could also buy a new moped.  The thought excited him so much that he shuddered and groaned loudly.  Sandy looked at him in disgust and Du’Stan opened another can.
   
Meanwhile back in the jungles of darkest Africa, Noddy watched a bonfire being built around a huge cooking pot and contemplated his fate.   Were they simply heating water for the weekly bath or were they going to add carrots and onions and cook him along with his crocodile handbag which he had seen hanging over the shoulder of the chief’s wife?  Noddy had loved that handbag even more than he loved Leafy.  He slumped against the tree he was tied to.  Would his new wife be missing him or would his old wife have thrashed her with a lump of sugar cane? He was helpless and alone.  His nose began to run and he sniffed.  He thought of his mother.  She had always told him to blow his nose instead of sniffing.  He longed for another suckle at Sandy’s breasts. 
   
The train continued trundling north and had left Aswan mid afternoon; night was falling when it pulled into Luxor station.  Word had preceded them that foreigners were as well as cattle on the train.  Porters rushed forward to carry their bags but were quick to depart when they realised that the trio had no money.
“You’ll have to carry me” said Sandy pointing towards Du’Stan.  Du’Stan looked over his shoulder to see if someone was standing behind him.  There was nobody there.  He quailed at the thought of having to lift Sandy.  It was an impossible task.  Leafy can carry the baggage and you can carry me,” Sandy ordered in his best Yes Minister voice.  
Du’Stan took a deep breath and tried to get his arms around Sandy’s waist but they would not even reach half way.  He tried to get Sandy over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift but his knees buckled and he was almost squashed to death as Sandy fell on him and pushed the air from his lungs.  Du’Stan vowed to give up smoking..  Sandy farted again as the fall pushed gas from his ever expanding gut.  Three porters fainted, one had a stroke and the engine shed lost its roof.
     
Leafy waved at the remaining porters and they reappeared with a large baggage trolley.  Leafy pushed his baseball cap further back on his bald spot and thrust his hips forward.  The porters grinned and got to work rolling Sandy onto the trolley.
   
“How did you manage that?  We can’t  pay them”, said Du’Stan pondering on how they were ever going to get out of the station.
I’ve promised them freebies” replied Leafy looking father pleased with himself.
ALL of them?” asked Sandy in amazement.
"ALL of them” replied Leafy feeling totally as though all his Christmases had arrived at once.
   
It was another three hours before Leafy had performed his duties and they could leave the station.  Leafy’s knees were sore and he had a black eye but he was a happy man.  Du’Stan was still recovering from the effects of having Sandy fall on him and Sandy himself was concerned that it was now very dark and he had not prayed to Satan at sunset.  He would have to make up for it with a few sacrificial cats when he got back into his flat.
    
 Can we stay wiv you tonight?” asked leafy sadly.  Not only had he not got a moped yet he had not got a home either.  Du’Stan was beginning to wish that he had been content being a LittleHyphenLiar instead of having aspirations of learning how to be an Obscenely Huge Liar but it was too late now.  He was one of the gang. 
    
"No”, said Sandy “You’re on the Corniche tonight.  We need you to go and look pathetic (like Puss in Boots in Shrek) in the hope that some old biddy will take pity on you and take you in.  We’re not having any luck with Sugar Daddies they only like chickens not old broilers like us.  We need to find a Sugar Mamma instead”.
“Are we in the tourist business?” asked Du’Stan, perking up.
“Yes”, Sandy answered immediately fondly remembering the tourist he had shut in his bathroom and tried to marry.   
"We are going to capture as many as we can” .
    
Will Noddy get eaten?  Will the trio manage to make a go of Obscenely Huge Liars or will Leafy have to resurrect the Rent a Thug business?  Are they good enough liars to convince a Sugar Mamma all their tails are straight?  Tune in soon and find out.
       
We accepted the Oscar nomination that we got for Dogs Under a Hot Tin Roof and had high hopes of getting the actual thing.  Ruby our Harlem Writer had even started writing her acceptance speech but we were out of luck.  Next year perhaps? 
   
     
(All our Pink Piggy Tales are purely fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.   All the fictional Pink Piggy Tales and the factual Scam Reports have been uploaded onto our new site).

Feb 24, 2008 at 07:09 o\clock

Secret Diaries - Sandy and Leafy

The Secret Diaries of
Ebay Leafy aged 44 and five sixths
and Sandy Firenicks aged 41 and a lot more than a bit
.
Monday 

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.

 

The secret diary of Sandy Firenicks aged 41 and a lot more than a bit 

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.

 

 

 Tuesday

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.

 

The secret diary of Sandy Firenicks aged 41 and a lot more than a bit 

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.

Feb 23, 2008 at 08:07 o\clock

Pink Piggy Tales

Pink Piggy Tales
Dear Readers, Episode 15 of Pink Piggy Tales will be uploaded later today.   Read and enjoy as Sandy, Leafy and Du'Stan make their way back to Luxor in a cattle train.

Feb 18, 2008 at 06:32 o\clock

Quote for the Day

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)

Source: 1767, Letter to M. Damilaville
How much more ridiculous could their enemy be than to star in Pink Piggy Tales?
Report all suspicious activities to the police who will deal with the culprits in the appropriate manner.

 

 

Feb 17, 2008 at 10:46 o\clock

New Website

 

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.

 

 

Feb 15, 2008 at 10:15 o\clock

Pink Piggy Tales - Safari to Darkest Africa - Part Two

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.

Feb 13, 2008 at 12:39 o\clock

Orfi Blackmail

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

Feb 11, 2008 at 20:25 o\clock

New Web 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.

Feb 10, 2008 at 01:00 o\clock

Abuse on the Guest Book

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.

Feb 6, 2008 at 07:42 o\clock

Fact and Fiction - News Hounds

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.

 

Feb 5, 2008 at 16:45 o\clock

Pink Piggy Tales - Episode 13 - African Safari

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.  Busy     ) 

Feb 4, 2008 at 20:14 o\clock

Update on Luxor's computer scammer

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.

 

 

Feb 2, 2008 at 19:19 o\clock

Pink Piggy Tales

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.

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Pink Piggy Tales are ficitonal and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.