As promised, I have returned in less than seven years. In recapsys: Jacob is about to experience unenlightening karma by getting fucked by his uncle, or, the deceiver is about to be deceived by a deceiver. Synopsoendo.
And here then is the befallification of the fuckarma and deceptorama, or, what happened: seven years of masturbation ended, leaving Jacob’s right palm perfectly smooth like the inside of a Teflon tube. A big marriage feast was held for Jacob and Rachel, where at our groom got totally drunk and went reeling from girl to girl yelling semi-coherently, “Time to fuck, Rachel!” or, “Come on, Rachel, I want to gnaw on you!”
Uncle Laban, shrewd himself, saw an opportunity. Finally he would turn his older daughter, Leah’s, ugliness into profit. More of a profit, that is, than having her work as one of his subservient women from birth until death. A little ramble about ugliness, though. Ugliness tends to take on one of two sets of psychosis amongst the ‘fairer’ sex: set one is the sweaty, angry, overweight lesbian; and set two are those who volunteer at the SPCA.
But let us not get lost in dark and demonic imagery. Back to Laban’s tit bearing balance sheet! Instead of getting hot, voluptuous, totally full of herself and recently post-pubescent Rachel as promised, a totally shit faced Jacob staggered into the marriage tent with Leah, and managed to project an erection long enough to put ‘pen to paper’, although without any man-ink.
Jacob woke up the next morning to horror! The kind of horror that Kurtz could not even have imagined! He ran unto Laban and said, “The horror! The horror! Somebody set fire to Rachel’s face last night and then with a tent hammer tried to put it out!”
“What are you talking about, putz?” Laban scoffed. “Here Rachel is.”
“What the fuck! Who put the mangled donkey in my bed?”
“That mangled donkey, as you describe my daughter so affectionately, is Leah.”
Oh my Yahweh! Did you deliberately exchange daughters while sleeping I was, as a joke?” asked Jacob in anguish and desperate hope.
“Ha ha! You schmuck! If you want your dreams to come true, don’t sleep, and don’t get drunk neither!”
“Cheated me, you have! Oy vey! When a thief kisses you, count your teeth.” raved Jacob
“Talk, you should! What about Esau, your brother? The story I know. Twice now you have cheated that hulk. He’s lucky to still have gums! May all your teeth fall out except one, so that you can have a toothache!”
“Seven years have I worked for Rachel! Seven years!” exclaimed Jacob in exasperation.
“I should pay him for such devoted service?” said Laban to Rachel with a shrug. “Gut, Jacob, A deal I will make you. Finish a week of duties with Leah, and after that Rachel I will give you. But conditions there are!”
“He who has burned his mouth blows his soup!”
“Stop kvetching and decide! And enough with the mouth parables already!”
And thus, Jacob, who took advantage of the weaknesses of others in order to deceive them, i.e. his own brother and father, was about to be deceived by his uncle who was taking advantage of Jacob’s weakness for Rachel. As for that beautiful bitch, Rachel, she didn’t exactly stop Jacob the night before from plooking Leah, who didn’t exactly stop Jacob either. Sweet family!
But Jacob, seeing the whole crooked plot laid bare still couldn’t say no, and looking upon Rachel’s flawless face, luscious lips, bulging boobies and heavenly hips replied, “Anything, Laban, anything!”
An anything that turned out to be another seven years of work for his uncle!
But them seven years weren’t all drudgery of flock tending and impregnation of troll for Jacob. O no, my devoted flock who pay homage to hunky Heysoos! During that time Jacob would nurse his comeuppance, impregnate his wives, rape his servants and sell himself as a manwhore for bits of twig and root. In fact, Genesis thirty is entirely dedicated to a fuck and rapefest, which goes like this: Jacob fucks Rachel but she can’t get pregnant…Rachel gives her maidservant to Jacob…Jacob rapes Rachel’s maidservant, repeatedly…maidservant pops out a couple o kids…Jacob fucks Leah the troll but now she can’t get pregnant…Leah gives her maidservant to Jacob… Jacob rapes Leah’s maidservant, repeatedly…maidservant pops out a couple o kids… Rachel pimps Jacob to Leah for bits of twig and root…Jacob fucks Leah…Leah gets preggie again…Jacob fucks Rachel some more and finally she does get pregnant.
A very romantic story, indeed, but aren’t you a little curious about Jacob’s ass being bought for bits of twig and root? Mandrake twig and root, to be precise: poison, hallucinogen, aphrodisiac and the number one date rape drug of the ancients. No wonder Leah was ready for a bust up over them, for you see, Jacob had lost all interest in her maharama by then, it being broken in and loosened up by four babies. Anyway, the pillage of tight, virgin maidservant was much more to his liking, and Rachel, still hot and childless, was good for a ride too. And thus, crushing a few milligrams of Mandrake into Jacob’s stew, Leah the mangled mule assured herself of a heady night’s drug-induced fuckfest.
And if you have ever taken the time to read that most holy and wonderful bible, you would notice this: practically no daughters were being born. Adam, Cain, Lot, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob; son after son after son! 2200 years of sons! By the time Jacob came around, where were they getting the girls to impregnate, because there seemed to be no shortage of chicks to bang and/or rape? The truly inspired and marvelous bible did not forget about women so much as overlook them. They were worthless; except of course the ones who were sex goddesses, could give birth to scores of sons or were really good at housework and running a business.
Back to superior men though, like Jacob. After Rachel bore him his first son, Joseph, he went to Laban and said, “If you are bitter at heart, sugar in the mouth will not help you. I am homesick is what I am saying, Laban. I want to go home!”
“Fourteen years with the mouth parables, already! But still, I’d rather you stayed. A good business partner you’ve been! We’ve got these goy yutzen eating out of our hands!”
“Business has been good, Laban.” Jacob answered, “But mama, she always complains. ‘You never write’ she says , ‘you never visit’ she says. I should go home.”
“Name your commission and you’ve got it.” said Laban.
This naturally stopped Jacob in his tracks. All the years of plotting a comeuppance and stewing in a pot of reverse deception came to fruition. Instant custard! Voila! Spotting a chink in Laban’s armor, Jacob was ready for some more LORD endorsed (allegedly) cheatery. The time was almost ripe for the deceiver who was deceived by a deceiver to deceive that deceiver. The air was thick with the pungent and exciting zephyr of deceptionari! Deception! Deception! Deception! Followed by piousness, of course!
And which will follow the next time I grace the blogoshere with my awesome presence. But not before I say this: there is a totally hot earth babe with great powers of perception: she adores my gorgeous aura, muscular loins and powerful buttocks periodically through poetry, song, a rubberized device and her blog. Go ye forth to her praising and be filled with Holy Communion in the spirit of moi!
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