The Official JackPrescott Condolence Thread.

Posters in this thread are encouraged to extend condolences to our friend and fellow poster, JackPrescott.

April 14th 2009 (and every year henceforth) will be a black day for Jack (No pun intended).

Jack has worshiped the Golden Boy since Barcelona. He fawned over 'Osca's' accomplishments, amateur and pro, to an embarrassing degree.

Finally, it all became too much, and he had to 'assume the position.' (again, no pun intended)

He assumed the position of an Oscar critic, nay, an Oscar-hater. He coined the term OSCARSEXUAL with delicious double-entendre irony, and then, became the first true, patented speciman of the species.

He lost no opportunity to disingenuously denigrate his hero, with tirades of good-natured banter, putatively bad-mouthing his idol.

This camouflage was necessary in order to protect Prescott from the inevitable charges of serious nut-huggery he would have faced, had his true feelings for the Golden Boy slipped out.

So for years, he maintained the fiction, even groomed it, with outrageous imagery centering on such topics as Oscar Manlove, the sweat from Oscar's golden nutsack, etc.


But we knew.

We knew !


And so today, in the hour of his grief, it is time to set aside petty bickering and offer this great and erudite poster the support he needs to get through this trying period of adversity in a life so filled with devotion.

I call on you, one and all, to extend condolences to this tortured man.


You no longer need to live a lie, a double-life.

Oscar has retired.

The haters won't have ol' Osca to kick around no more.

(And you can now devote your full attention to the BIG BLACK **** PICTURE stories.)


Condolences, Jack.

I feel your pain !





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Just for you:

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You don't suppose those are the original panties from that infamous photo-shoot ?

They were out there, for a while.

On eBay, I think.

 

No doubt.

The man has class.

Even in such a time of personal sorrow for him, Jack will party, and smoke fine cigars, and show white babes his BIG BLACK **** pictures, and such.

He's got too much class and pride to let his anguish show.

But when he's alone and far from the crowd, in his lonely bed: That's when the demons will come.

He needs our support, and he deserves it.