Super Glue

"CHEATIN HUBBY'S HAREM TURNS ON HIM"
When Tracy Hood-Davis (top image/wearing glasses) learned her husband had been cheating on her with as many as five other women, she got mad and then she got even!
The scorned wife from Wisconsin concocted a plan with some of the "other women" to ambush her philandering man (Donessa Davis) at a local motel, where the women tied him to a bed and blindfolded him, cut off his underwear with a pair of scissors and super glued his private parts to his stomach.
Although Tracy wasn't there for the actual showdown, she convinced the other women to enact their sticky act of revenge, say prosecutors.
A few of the women met Davis on craigslist. He was lured to the motel by one of the women (Therese Ziemann) who promised him a massage. The hapless hubby agreed to be blindfolded and tied up, but he never expected was was to come.
As he lay on the bed awaiting his massage, Therese opened the door to the motel and in rushed two other members of Donessa's unhappy harem.
After the blindfold was lifted, Donessa began to scream, scaring the women, who ran off with his cell phone, wallet and car.
Donessa was able to free himself from the bed, but he wasn't successful freeing his manhood from his belly. He needed to be transported to the hospital, where doctors unstuck his vital parts.
All of the women involved have been charged with false imprisonment. Therese also faces sexual assault and battery charges.

Panache

Dreams Do Come True

"THE UNEXPLAINED"
A series of terrifying dreams before a big race saved a popular horse jockey from an agonizing death!
Jorge Orazio, 32, has been a champion rider for more than a decade. But the fearless athlete was stunned when scenes of his own death began haunting his nights.
According to Orazio, "I began having the same dream night after night. I was leading the pack as we came around the far turn when a riderless horse with fiery eyes appeared out of nowhere."
There was a massive collision and Orazio's horse went down. The dream was so real that Orazio had the sensation of sailing through the air. After he landed on the ground, he felt every excruciating blow from the hooves of other horses. His body was a trampled gory mess.
After weeks of sleepless nights, he told the owner of a local track to replace him. An old pro by the name of Jacques Curtis took the reins.
"The day of the race, Jacques was running a good race until the far turn. He was in third when the lead horse stumbled and collapsed. Jacques was thrown off his mount and the charging hooves of six thoroughbreds mangled his body."

Panache

Groupie Tale

This dude SKAR is a trip. This isn't the first time, we heard about hygiene. SMH. Dude, how old are you? Check the story below...
I was with my girls in a local bar in Jersey last month now I usually don't do bars I like clubs or exclusive parties but one of my friends had to meet someone there then we were going to go. While waiting for my friend me and the rest of my friends heard loud talking from a couple of guys near the entrance of the bar. So being nosey my friends and I went to see what all the fuss was about. There was Skar. Now keep in mind didn't nobody in the bar except for the couple of guys who were kissing his ass know who he was. I nor my friends certainly didn't. So we went back to the drink area when I first felt a hot hovering over my back then I heard "I seen you come all the way to the door tryna check me out mamma. I was checkin' you too." I turned and there he was with this nasty grin on his face. I followed his comment with an "excuse me?" and he went on further about how he thought I was so fine and what's a youngin' doing in this "OG" bar (since I'm only 21 and I look it and can pass for a teenager at times) I told him why I was there and he told me about N.O. and the hurricane. Then trying to brag he lets me know that he's a "big" rapper very well known in the game (smh) all the while I was listening to him I had at least about six drinks and I was feeling good. He seen it and asked could we kick it for the rest of the night. I seen his car outside and said f*ck it why not.He takes me to a hotel and get this the broke n*gga popped apple cider!! Talking about how all the stores were closed and couldn't get any real shit. So I passed on the cider and were talking lying on the bed (he didn't even get a suite) he starts staring at my breast and he ask while sucking his dry ashy crusty bottom lip "can I touch one of yo titties?" I'm looking like ugh but the alcohol get me horny so I'm like yeah whatever. He starts rubbing my titties real soft at first and my nipples start to get hard he feels them and starts pinching them then asks can he suck them. I give him the okay and he starts sucking. My p*ssy gets real wet and he puts his hand down there and feel the moistness through my shorts takes them off and starts eating my p*ssy. Now this is the part where it all goes to hell! He starts doing weird shit to me. Not freaky. WEIRD. I see him moving to the bottom of the bed where his head is at the bottom. This n*gga tries to put his toes in my P*SSY????!! I'm like hold up what are you doin? He doesn't even say anything and comes back up and just sticks his little dick in me. I tell him to pull out you need a condom. He says, “Baby, now you know you would be blessed to receive a child from me. You better take this raw d*ck from this raw rapper" I'm like no n*gga. Put a condom on or I'm leaving. He sucks his teeth like a B*TCH lol and puts one on. So he's pumping pretty fast and hard. I felt it but I never came. When he started sweating he started STANKIN'! No lie. This nigga smelled really bad it was almost horrific. Like fart! And the room was so hot so it smelled like dead bodies! So he bust in the condom and he's moaning and screaming doing too damn much. Then he's just hovering over me and I just couldn't take it. I said, "Dude you stank really bad you should go hop in the shower" he laughs and says "you funny girl. Now turn around so I can stretch that anal of yours out" I'm like what?!? He says "you heard me, c'mon baby don't tease daddy like that" I'm like no I don't get f*cked in my ass. So this punk lies on the side of me and starts pouting and sucking his teeth like a little boy. Less than five minutes he falls asleep mouth all open snoring and slobbing. I get up put my clothes on and I run through his pockets and take all the cash he had which was $250. Before I left I wrote on the mirror with my lipstick "NON RAPPING ASS LIL D*CK STANK ASS N*GGA!" and I left. HELL NO! I would not do it again! Never ever again! Ladies run from this dude.
Just a hot ass mess...literally

TalesfromaGroupie

Black Enforcers

"TWO MOST DANGEROUS BLACK ENFORCERS IN U.S. HISTORY"
Our friends over at Don Diva magazine recently did a cover story on Nathan Avon Barksdale. Barksdale (based in Baltimore) (2nd photo) is one of the most notorious enforcers in the country. He was recently shot 21 times and survived.
Wayne Perry (1st photo) was once labeled the most dangerous black man in the United States. Perry is the cousin of drug kingpin Rayful Edmonds (who introduced crack cocaine to Washington, D.C.). During his reign of terror, Perry was suspected of 100 (drug trade) murders and he was also a suspect in the murder of Karlton Hines (NBA prospect-turned drug dealer). Perry was also the personal bodyguard for Alberto "Alpo" Martinez. Perry is currently serving 5 life sentences.

PanacheReport

Heartbreaking

SAN ANTONIO — The scene was so gruesome investigators could barely speak: A 3 1/2-week-old boy lay dismembered in the bedroom of a single-story house, three of his tiny toes chewed off, his face torn away, his head severed and his brains ripped out.
"At this particular scene you could have heard a pin drop," San Antonio Police Chief William McManus said Monday. "No one was speaking. It was about as somber as it could have been."
Officers called to the home early Sunday found the boy's mother, Otty Sanchez, sitting on the couch with a self-inflicted wound to her chest and her throat partially slashed, screaming "I killed my baby! I killed my baby!" police said. She told officers the devil made her do it, police said.
Sanchez, 33, apparently ate the child's brain and some other body parts before stabbing herself, McManus said.
"It's too heinous for me to describe it any further," McManus told reporters.
Sanchez is charged with capital murder in the death of her son, Scott Wesley Buccholtz-Sanchez. She was being treated Monday at a hospital, and was being held on $1 million bail.
The slaying occurred a week after the child's father moved out, McManus said. Otty Sanchez's sister and her sister's two children, ages 5 and 7, were in the house, but none were harmed. The baby's father has called for his former partner to be executed.
'She was a sweet person and I still love her, but she needs to pay the ultimate price for what she has done,' said Scott Buchholtz.
'She needs to be put to death for what she has done.'
Police said Sanchez did not have an attorney, and they declined to identify family members.
Above, Sanchez is pictured with the baby. Sanchez and Buchholtz lived together during the pregnancy and the first two weeks after their son was born, Buchholtz said.
Sanchez's recovery from giving birth was complicated by an infection. That setback darkened her mood, and she was soon diagnosed with postpartum depression.
She moved out of the couple's shared home on July 20. On Saturday, she turned up to see Buchholtz at his parents' house.
She became agitated when he told her he needed copies of the baby's papers, Buchholtz said.
Sanchez ran out of the home with her son in a car seat, threw the car seat into the front passenger seat of her car and sped away without buckling him in, Buchholtz said.
She left behind a nappy bag, her handbag and medication.
Buchholtz's mother called police, and a sheriff's deputy investigated the incident as a disturbance, according to court records. The next day, authorities said, she killed her son.
Officers called to Sanchez's house at about 5am local time on Sunday found her sitting on the couch screaming 'I killed my baby! I killed my baby!' San Antonio Police Chief William McManus said.
Scott Wesley Buccholtz-Sanchez, Scott Bucholz, at his parents' home in San Antonio, Otty Sanchez pictured after her arrest Dr Lucy Puryear, a Houston psychiatrist and author, said mothers who experience postpartum psychosis often have a history of other mental disorders, but in some cases childbirth triggers the psychosis.
'It's usually really severe,' said Puryear, who wrote the book, 'Understanding Your Moods When You're Expecting.'
She testified as an expert witness in the case of Andrea Yates, who drowned her five children in Houston in 2001. While postpartum depression affects one in 10 mothers, Puryear said, the more severe condition of postpartum psychosis — which includes hallucinations — affects 1 in 1,000.
Puryear said postpartum psychosis includes delusional thoughts, hallucinations and an altered state of reality.
'The scary thing is that the delusions are usually always about the baby,' she said. 'In all of the (high profile) cases, the thinking involves the babies: The mother had to kill the baby to protect it, or God has spoken to the mother and there is a mission to kill the baby or sometimes the baby is the devil who needs to be gotten rid of to save the world,' she said.
Sanchez and Buchholz met in 2003, while they were enrolled in the San Antonio College of Medical and Dental Assistance.
The couple's volatile relationship was on and off for the past six years, but they became dedicated to making it work after learning she was pregnant last year, relatives said.
'She took really good care of herself during the pregnancy,' said Buchholz, who also has been diagnosed with schizophrenia. 'We were excited about having a baby.'
She worked until about two weeks before she gave birth. Acquaintances described Sanchez and her mother as devout Jehovah's Witnesses.'They would come up to our door every so often, but I told them I was Catholic, so they left,' said Elaine Calchin.
Buchholz's mother, Kathleen, said she had no idea that Sanchez had been diagnosed with the same mental illness her son had.
She thought that baby Scotty was the best thing that could have happened to the troubled couple. She is not sure what should happen to the baby's mother.
'I have mixed emotions,' she said. 'She needs to stay under psychiatric care. I love her. She was like a daughter. I don't want her out at this point, but that may change.'

Groupie Tale

I'm still undecided about how I feel about Buddha, but this story does help swing things in his favor. Enjoy...
My good friend Melissa invited me out to club Prive in Miami which is located on South Beach. I have always been somewhat of a homebody so I was not particularly interested in going but they usually make me feel guilty so I gave in. Upon arriving to the club I noticed the line wrapped around the block as soon as we hit the club so of course I was pissed!! I was already looking for a reason to back out so I used that as an excuse however, my homegirls were not buying that shit!! So, we all got out of the car & proceeded to walk to the end of this wack ass line!! After standing in line for about 15mins behind someone smoking a funky ass cigarette(which pissed me off even more) I had enough & decided to leave. I snatched the keys out of Melissa's hand & as I turned around to leave I bumped into this tall ass guy which caused me to drop my cell phone on the ground & sent my battery flying out of the phone so I was hotter than fish grease!! The gentlemen apologized & went to retrieve my battery & as he handed it to me I snatched the sh*t out of his hand & told him he should've watched where his big dumb ass was walking as I put the battery in my purse. As I looked up at the guy I noticed those beautiful brown eyes & that sexy ass smile & it was Buddha!! He grabbed my hand & once again apologized to me & I could've melted on the damn ground. He told me that he had a "connect" in the club and could get me in my girls in. Melissa's groupie ass (j/k) motioned for Asia & Danielle to come w/ us & she grabbed his other hand. We walked into the club & hit the floor. Every once in a while he and I would dance together and then he would wander off. After about an hour he grabbed me around my waist from behind and asked me if I would go up to VIP with him. I said yes w/o hesitation. He offered me a drink which I turned down because I don't drink. He clowned me all night bcuz of the fact that I don't drink. We chatted it up and he leaned on the wall & pulled me so that my back was to his chest. He whispered to me how good I smelled & it was driving me wild. He turned me around to face him & he was just staring at me but not saying anything. It kinda made me uncomfortable so I kept fidgeting. He noticed how I uncomfortable I was & asked me if I would take a ride with him so we that we could be alone. I agreed. He wanted to holla at his homeboy before we left so went to the back of the club to his homeboys office, he knocked on the door & didn't get an answer. I opened the door & took a few steps in to see if anyone was in there but it was empty so as I went to walk out he grabbed my hand, locked the door, & turned off the lights.He threw me up against the wall & we started kissing, I could feel his dick at attention which excited me even more. So I started rubbing his dick thru his pants as we were kissing. He slid his hands under my panties & started playing w/ my p*ssy & fingering the sh*t outta me. Ooh that sh*t felt so good. He took his fingers out & licked them & asked me if I wanted more. I was like hell yeah so he picked me up and laid me on his homeboys desk & pulled my panties off & started sucking the sh*t out of my p*ssy. It felt so f*cking good. I started to cum & I started to push his head. The louder I moaned the deeper & the softer he sucked my p*ssy. I pushed him back and unzipped his pants & dropped to my knees & I started sucking his d*ck nice and slow. He was groaning and grunting. I was playing with my pussy with my other hand. I started sucking him harder, & then when I went around his head with my tongue he couldn't take it. He grabbed me up & laid me on the desk & threw my legs over his shoulder & pulled me onto that d*ck. I'm really reserved but I love to talk dirty that shit turns me on. So I was telling him how good the d*ck was & I was like damn papa fuck me harder, I want u to cum in this p*ssy, that sh*t was so good f*ck saying his name, after about 20 minutes he had me spelling that sh*t!! He was slapping my ass & telling me to get louder. He turned me around & started f*cking me from behind. After that I told him to lay down & let me ride that d*ck & indeed I did. I rode the sh*t outta that d*ck and came at least 3 x's.The longer I rode him, the louder he moaned, the wetter my p*ssy got, the better the sex got until he came & I mean A LOT!! He pulled me down & started kissing me & squeezing me so tightly. His chest was soaked so I tried to move & he grabbed me tighter & told me to stay there & started kissing me again. Very passionately & then he would give me the sweetest little pecks. As we laid there trying to gather our composure we stared at each other, chatted it up a little but & in between had small little kisses. I started laughing bcuz I thought about my homegirls, I did not want to face them bcuz I knew they were gonna clown me & ask me a million & 1 questions, I could hear them already saying "Yeah I know u gave it up" & I would have to lie w/ a straight face & claim I didn't. So I told him that I did have to go find my friends. I took my phone out to see what time it was & it would not turn on. I forgot that I never put the battery back in. As I put the battery in & turned the phone on I went looking for my panties & as I put them on my phone would not stop vibrating. I checked it & had 18 text messages & 7 voicemail messages. Needless to say my homegirls were clowin me "Damn, u turned ur phone off, u must be suckin the sh*t outta that d*ck" lol. I got myself together & gave him a long hug & kiss goodbye. We exchanged numbers & I went back up to meet my homegirls & tried to look as innocent as I could when I went back up. lmao. That was an experience that I will never forget!! Buda sucked & fucked the shit outta me that night & I'll NEVER forget it. Funny enough I didn't even wanna go out that night & had the time of my life!! We still talk to each other & we always email each other & send each other sexy pics. So that is my experience. Just in case he frequents this site....lol...my bad papa.... I had to tell. MUAH!!
LMAO at her homegirls. That's some sh*t my girls would say too...

TalefromaGroupie

Another Dumb Young Man...

Something is terribly wrong with a justice system that continues to let murders out on bond to walk our streets. If a defendant takes a life, he should be locked up until his trial.
In the case of 17-year-old Antoine Wimes, a judge saw fit to grant him $250,000 bond in a murder and assault case. Wimes was arrested in February 2009 and charged with the July 2008 shooting death of Obiakor Onyemaechi.
Wimes’ mother put up the necessary $25,000 in cash or property to secure the bond. Judge Karen Woodson ordered Wimes to wear an ankle monitor on home confinement — which has been proven time and time again to be a totally useless method of keeping tabs on dangerous criminals.
By 8 a.m. Monday, Wimes’ mother said he cut off his ankle monitor and was out the door. She never called the police to report his absence. More than 12 hours later, Wimes and an accomplice, Donovan McCoy, 21 — a career criminal from Michigan who had only been in Georgia for three months, were at the door of “Nikki” Neely demanding money.
Neely, who is the best friend of Wimes’ sister, refused to give them any cash. Outraged, Wimes shot Neely in the face and torso. The sociopath then picked up Neely’s crying 1-year-old son Javante by the ankles and swung the child “like a baseball bat” against a wall or piece of furniture.
The baby suffered crushing injuries and lacerations and is listed in serious condition at Egleston Children’s hospital. Neely is in critical condition at Atlanta Medical Center.
Meanwhile, the monitoring company which was being paid to monitor Wimes and 11 other violent criminals on home confinement, didn’t alert the police that Wimes was off his monitor until 9 p.m. — 13 hours after he cut his monitor off!
Wimes was quickly identified as the shooter and baby beater, and was the subject of an intense police manhunt. By late Tuesday afternoon, his picture was aired on local news broadcasts. Around 6:45 p.m. Tuesday, Wimes showed up at a family member’s residence on Rico Road asking to use the phone. The family member, having seen Wimes’ photo on TV, called the police. Wimes ran across the road to a vacant home and hid out in the attic.
The SWAT team arrived within minutes and the police K9 unit was called to the scene. The police used a bullhorn to advise Wimes to come out with his hands in the air. Wimes came to the front door saying he gave up, but then the coward ran behind a nearby bush with his hands still in the air.
As Wimes was led past reporters into the Chatahoochee Hills Police station Tuesday evening, he shouted, “I own this world like Scarface!”

SandraRose