oedipusrexy said:

NDRU said:

yes, the lack of paragraphs is traumatizing to the reader

Oh excuse me, I didn't realise I had to edit my work on a groupie story thread on prince org. Next time I'll ensure that I abide by the rules of self contained units of discourse in order to appease sub intellects who are unable to follow.

Good, and if you ever forget yourself again I shall be forced to pimp slap yo' ass

Jagar said:

oedipusrexy said:

Oh excuse me, I didn't realise I had to edit my work on a groupie story thread on prince org. Next time I'll ensure that I abide by the rules of self contained units of discourse in order to appease sub intellects who are unable to follow.

Good, and if you ever forget yourself again I shall be forced to pimp slap yo' ass

pimp,force, slap, ass, ooh you're driving me wild

FunkySideEffects said:

This whole groupie story sounds like complete hogwash. Oh I can't show my photo because of this or I can't show the card because of that. How convenient. You're a good writer, maybe u should write a non-fiction novel or something. I would buy it. But I don't buy this shit. sounds like you're writing what u want us to hear (or read lol)

why would I post my photo, half of you don't believe me, and the other half would probably use it in some ritual sacrifice involving chicken blood and funk zombies. Anyway, maybe Prince will post and verify my story.... come on Prince, take a break from that straight to delete bin music your making with Andy (and by the way youv'e really dropped your standards with her buddy) and help me out, it's the least you could do after that crappy food you served me, geez that was like something out of a concentration camp.

oedipusrexy said:

FunkySideEffects said:

This whole groupie story sounds like complete hogwash. Oh I can't show my photo because of this or I can't show the card because of that. How convenient. You're a good writer, maybe u should write a non-fiction novel or something. I would buy it. But I don't buy this shit. sounds like you're writing what u want us to hear (or read lol)

why would I post my photo, half of you don't believe me, and the other half would probably use it in some ritual sacrifice involving chicken blood and funk zombies. Anyway, maybe Prince will post and verify my story.... come on Prince, take a break from that straight to delete bin music your making with Andy (and by the way youv'e really dropped your standards with her buddy) and help me out, it's the least you could do after that crappy food you served me, geez that was like something out of a concentration camp.

I, Harry Bellafonte, can vouch for this story.

petes2 said:

geez, women have stronger nuts than any man I know.

Yep. True word.

oedipusrexy said:

eyewishuheaven said:

Literally?

Oh come on... you at least have to tell us that story!

Well, on our final 'date' he tried to press me for details about my love life, what sort of guy I liked, what my type was etc, he kept giving me all these names of famous guys to see if I found them attractive. I think he just wanted me to tell him it was him that I found attractive, and that he was my type. Well,even though he is very good looking, I wouldn't exactly call him my type, I hadn't ever dated a guy with heels and makeup before so it was a bit of a stretch to say so. Perhaps I should have complied and told him what he wanted to hear, but it felt too fraudulent, and besides he was moving way too fast, it was like he was trying to cram what happens in a relationship over the course of a few months into a few days. He even asked me if if I could dance (protege perhaps?). I said yeah sure,I can dance. (I used to be a great dancer but I wasn't prepared to dance like a monkey at his request). Soon after he went all silent and weird and went to the phone and whispered something. Suddenly out of nowhere all these security guys came storming in, it was like a scene out of CSI, I thought I was going to be arrested! He turned to me and said it was time I went home. I just looked at him and laughed like, are you serious? I grabbed my shit and was driven home. Later on a friend of mine told me that Prince went to a nightclub that night and he sat down all alone on the staircase and sobbed into his hands. All the clubbers couldn't believe what they were seeing. He's such a phoney bologny! Anyway the next day Prince's goffers delivered me a package with two tickets to his concert that night attached with his Paisley Park business card, which I was told I could reach him on. Nice to do business with you Prince and oh and by the way you suck! What I find funny now is this card had a website address on it as well and it was 1992. So Mr Nelson was obviously ready to embrace the new technology back then. I had only heard a few murmurs about world wide web, but recognised www as the abbreviation. Dont ask me to show it to you because I ripped it up twenty years ago, in a fit of disgust. Anyway I wasn't going to attend the concert because I was feeling pretty crap because my boyfriend by this stage had dumped me. Plus I was pretty shook up by the way glyph had ended our last date. But everyone around me was telling me to go , so I did. I took a close friend with me but when we got there Duane was there and he said my friend wasnt allowed to sit with me, she had to sit with Molly Meldrum( a public figure in Australia) further back. (Molly was trying to get me on a very popular t.v show called hey hey it's saturday to talk about my Prince meetings, but I declined). I, on the other hand had to sit at the front of the stage. The first four rows were empty (on purpose of course) and there I was all on my own with a screaming crowd of 20,000 people in the background and Prince in front of me throwing me death stares as soon as he came out on stage. He was looking at me with pure evil in his eyes. I must admit I was petrified. He made me feel like he was my enemy and he had the backing of the whole stadium behind him. He got even more nasty when he was doing his love scenes on a bed on stage, maliciously smirking at me whilst he was writhing around with a female on his bed-might have been Mayte, not sure, too frightened to remember. I sat there with my arms folded just staring at him, in absoltue horror that a 34 year old man would behave like this. Then he came up real close, made a hateful face and strummed a violent chord on his guitar. I was in tears by then and got up and ran. Duane was behind me and directed me backstage. Fuck no, but he was insistent. It was all a bit of a blur because I was a mess. But I knew there was no way I wanted to see him again, so I ran around and found an exit and got the hell out there.

OMG! Apollonia?! Is that you?!

oedipusrexy, these people are being entirely too mean to you. Your stories are interesting, and of course, no one can verify the truth of anything unless they, themselves, were there. And my memory of things that happened twenty years ago ain't too darn clear, either.

I'm glad you managed to stay off the 'Prince ex-wife' list. Carry on, girly!

Genesia said:

oedipusrexy said:

Well, on our final 'date' he tried to press me for details about my love life, what sort of guy I liked, what my type was etc, he kept giving me all these names of famous guys to see if I found them attractive. I think he just wanted me to tell him it was him that I found attractive, and that he was my type. Well,even though he is very good looking, I wouldn't exactly call him my type, I hadn't ever dated a guy with heels and makeup before so it was a bit of a stretch to say so. Perhaps I should have complied and told him what he wanted to hear, but it felt too fraudulent, and besides he was moving way too fast, it was like he was trying to cram what happens in a relationship over the course of a few months into a few days. He even asked me if if I could dance (protege perhaps?). I said yeah sure,I can dance. (I used to be a great dancer but I wasn't prepared to dance like a monkey at his request). Soon after he went all silent and weird and went to the phone and whispered something. Suddenly out of nowhere all these security guys came storming in, it was like a scene out of CSI, I thought I was going to be arrested! He turned to me and said it was time I went home. I just looked at him and laughed like, are you serious? I grabbed my shit and was driven home. Later on a friend of mine told me that Prince went to a nightclub that night and he sat down all alone on the staircase and sobbed into his hands. All the clubbers couldn't believe what they were seeing. He's such a phoney bologny! Anyway the next day Prince's goffers delivered me a package with two tickets to his concert that night attached with his Paisley Park business card, which I was told I could reach him on. Nice to do business with you Prince and oh and by the way you suck! What I find funny now is this card had a website address on it as well and it was 1992. So Mr Nelson was obviously ready to embrace the new technology back then. I had only heard a few murmurs about world wide web, but recognised www as the abbreviation. Dont ask me to show it to you because I ripped it up twenty years ago, in a fit of disgust. Anyway I wasn't going to attend the concert because I was feeling pretty crap because my boyfriend by this stage had dumped me. Plus I was pretty shook up by the way glyph had ended our last date. But everyone around me was telling me to go , so I did. I took a close friend with me but when we got there Duane was there and he said my friend wasnt allowed to sit with me, she had to sit with Molly Meldrum( a public figure in Australia) further back. (Molly was trying to get me on a very popular t.v show called hey hey it's saturday to talk about my Prince meetings, but I declined). I, on the other hand had to sit at the front of the stage. The first four rows were empty (on purpose of course) and there I was all on my own with a screaming crowd of 20,000 people in the background and Prince in front of me throwing me death stares as soon as he came out on stage. He was looking at me with pure evil in his eyes. I must admit I was petrified. He made me feel like he was my enemy and he had the backing of the whole stadium behind him. He got even more nasty when he was doing his love scenes on a bed on stage, maliciously smirking at me whilst he was writhing around with a female on his bed-might have been Mayte, not sure, too frightened to remember. I sat there with my arms folded just staring at him, in absoltue horror that a 34 year old man would behave like this. Then he came up real close, made a hateful face and strummed a violent chord on his guitar. I was in tears by then and got up and ran. Duane was behind me and directed me backstage. Fuck no, but he was insistent. It was all a bit of a blur because I was a mess. But I knew there was no way I wanted to see him again, so I ran around and found an exit and got the hell out there.

OMG! Apollonia?! Is that you?!

'come back oedipusrexy, come back! your dirty little prince wanna grind!'

I didn't doubt the story so much thought the author seems very conflicted then and even now about the whole thing to me. Prince crying his ass off? I don't know about that one. I do know he seems highly insecure for a sex symbol, remember the story I said of a person who met Prince where he says "don't you like me?" well didn't he say "don't you like me?" in the Cindy C. song, maybe it's not insecurity but part of his Mac I don't know. I'm a guy so I really can't blame him and really don't care much for that part of his life. More power to him if he can get some poon.

LifeCanBeSoNice21 said:

Genesia said:

OMG! Apollonia?! Is that you?!

'come back oedipusrexy, come back! your dirty little prince wanna grind!'

Sound a bit like like the rituals in 1992 in Europe. Netherlands and Paris.

Same approaches with Sonny and Duane as lead. Mayte on standby.

Someone here remember Kylie M and P in Paris?

[Edited 6/19/12 11:23am]

oedipusrexy said:

NDRU said:

I was not telling you what you had to do, only that your maze of words is counfounding to this sub-intellect

confounding is the correct spelling- you don't have to read text that isn't visually appealing to you. Besides this story doesn't require paragraphs-the absence of paragraphs is a deliberate tool to convey stream of consciousness

Henry Miller, is that you?

Nobody has any groupie stories?

Geez, there must have been more girls, right?

The best thing of this story thus far is...rexypussy has turned Prince down. Then

Quote:

"Prince went to a nightclub that night and he sat down all alone on the staircase and sobbed into his hands."

That funny picture of him will haunt me for the rest of my life now. It's too funny to be true. It's the best thing I ever read here for a long time...

petes2 said:

I didn't doubt the story so much thought the author seems very conflicted then and even now about the whole thing to me. Prince crying his ass off? I don't know about that one. I do know he seems highly insecure for a sex symbol, remember the story I said of a person who met Prince where he says "don't you like me?" well didn't he say "don't you like me?" in the Cindy C. song, maybe it's not insecurity but part of his Mac I don't know. I'm a guy so I really can't blame him and really don't care much for that part of his life. More power to him if he can get some poon.

You can't blame him for what? Sounds like you use the "Don't you like me" Q on girls too?

Stop copying Prince, this is even not funny anymore .

dJJ said:

Nobody has any groupie stories?

Geez, there must have been more girls, right?

They've all signed either non-disclosure agreeements or reality show CON-tracts

Come on Rexy, before i go to sleep i have 2 ask (and i'm not asking for any details) but i suppose you shared more than weird conversations and dinner....... Sex yes or no? And by the way; got back with your boyfriend??

dJJ said:

Nobody has any groupie stories?

Geez, there must have been more girls, right?

LOL I was going to say that!

ladygirl99 said:

dJJ said:

Nobody has any groupie stories?

Geez, there must have been more girls, right?

LOL I was going to say that!

I wish NDRU would finally spill the beans and tell her groupie story and MJ. She told me MJ asked her to have a bath with him, that was during the BAD tour.

OzlemUcucu said:

ladygirl99 said:

LOL I was going to say that!

I wish NDRU would finally spill the beans and tell her groupie story and MJ. She told me MJ asked her to have a bath with him, that was during the BAD tour.

now, why would being a woman make this any more believable?!

For the record, I have never bathed with Michael Jackson.

That's ignorant!

NDRU said:

OzlemUcucu said:

I wish NDRU would finally spill the beans and tell her groupie story and MJ. She told me MJ asked her to have a bath with him, that was during the BAD tour.

now, why would being a woman make this any more believable?!

For the record, I have never bathed with Michael Jackson.

That's ignorant!

Wasn't that before U changed your sex in 90?

OzlemUcucu said:

NDRU said:

now, why would being a woman make this any more believable?!

For the record, I have never bathed with Michael Jackson.

That's ignorant!

Wasn't that before U changed your sex in 90?

Darlin, I was just being coy. You know MJ & I kissed on the MTV Music Award show

oedipusrexy said:

FunkySideEffects said:

This whole groupie story sounds like complete hogwash. Oh I can't show my photo because of this or I can't show the card because of that. How convenient. You're a good writer, maybe u should write a non-fiction novel or something. I would buy it. But I don't buy this shit. sounds like you're writing what u want us to hear (or read lol)

why would I post my photo, half of you don't believe me, and the other half would probably use it in some ritual sacrifice involving chicken blood and funk zombies. Anyway, maybe Prince will post and verify my story.... come on Prince, take a break from that straight to delete bin music your making with Andy (and by the way youv'e really dropped your standards with her buddy) and help me out, it's the least you could do after that crappy food you served me, geez that was like something out of a concentration camp.

your story sounds wishy washy it doesnt add up ..he gave you vegeterian food ? prince back then was Not a vegetarian. He became a vegetarian much later in the late 90's . Dawayne prince's cousin? everybody knows he's his brother ..prince himself will tell you he's his brother . You say you saw his bedroom? The only way i 'll believe you is if you describe it to me what it look like. What color was his sheets and was the theme of his bedroom ? Now every women who has ever been inside his bedroom knows what i mean !! also i'll really believe you if you can tell me who was Gale? If you really were around that time you should know who Gale is!

Oh my. I love it when people don't want to give too many details because it's personal, yet they have to let everyone know that there was something going on.

Why not just keep your fingers away from the computer and not type about it? Oh right, "attention"....

p4life said:

oedipusrexy said:

why would I post my photo, half of you don't believe me, and the other half would probably use it in some ritual sacrifice involving chicken blood and funk zombies. Anyway, maybe Prince will post and verify my story.... come on Prince, take a break from that straight to delete bin music your making with Andy (and by the way youv'e really dropped your standards with her buddy) and help me out, it's the least you could do after that crappy food you served me, geez that was like something out of a concentration camp.

your story sounds wishy washy it doesnt add up ..he gave you vegeterian food ? prince back then was Not a vegetarian. He became a vegetarian much later in the late 90's . Dawayne prince's cousin? everybody knows he's his brother ..prince himself will tell you he's his brother . You say you saw his bedroom? The only way i 'll believe you is if you describe it to me what it look like. What color was his sheets and was the theme of his bedroom ? Now every women who has ever been inside his bedroom knows what i mean !! also i'll really believe you if you can tell me who was Gale? If you really were around that time you should know who Gale is!

She never said she was in his bedroom. She said she was in his hotel room.

Let me get this straight

You are extremely pretty

You are extremely intelligent

You are highly analytical

And you are good a dancer

And you are, as you would describe, a treasure

Your either over-compensating to delude yourself that you are not, as others have described, a hoe.

Or your lying, and by lying, I mean the whole.... act.

[Edited 6/19/12 15:05pm]

[Edited 6/19/12 15:06pm]

I don't know who you are, oedipusrexy, but that is some fine trolling you're doing!

Prince keeping the first four rows of concerts unsold, so that you could be the only one sitting there? Awesome!