Princess MoMo

Princess MoMo and Mother Fucking Joe began corresponding in April.  After their exchanges on the dating site, communication was limited to periodic facebook comments and the occasional facebook message.  Over the course of their facebook friendship, MoMo recognized that Mother Fucking Joe was consistently amusing.  Ergo, she decided she wanted to meet him.  Below is that message exchange:

Princess MoMo: How is PlentyofBullshit treating ya?

Mother Fucking Joe: My last date was an escort but I didn't find out till after my date

Something was fishy .. I picked her up at a hotel and she had a wig on ! This is the God honest truth.

Princess MoMo: You swear?

That doesn't sound true to me.

Mother Fucking Joe: She originally from nashville and told me does make up for musicians and celebrities.

Princess MoMo: and then?

Mother Fucking Joe: She's up in down the east coast but was staying in Ny/nj for a few months.

I picked her up at the Sheraton next to the Meadowlands. I met her at the entrance.

I instantly noticed she was wearing a wig but didn't say anything. She kept petting/stroking her hair while I was driving . At that point I thought I was on a date with a tranny.

Princess MoMo: umm sounds like you need a blog!

Mother Fucking Joe:  That made me nervous because if you didn't know .. Trannies have crazy amounts of strength.

Princess MoMo: ok so then what?

Joe – You SWEAR this is true?

I feel like you're pulling my chain here buddy.

Mother Fucking Joe: On my life!

She's on my fb

Princess MoMo: alright so then what happened

Mother Fucking Joe:  She felat'd me and I went home

Princess MoMo:  she blew you?

Mother Fucking Joe:  Lol wait .. I'm fibbing a bit

Princess MoMo:  you fucker!

is any of it true?

Mother Fucking Joe:  Not about the escort about the BJ

I googled her number on the ride home in the morning cause I slept in her room and sure enough her ads came up

Princess MoMo:  so you banged her?

Mother Fucking Joe:  there's something to write about

Hell no

I could have

I definitely could have

I was drunk and that's the only reason I didn't drive back

Princess MoMo:  alright…so during the date, you didn't know she was an escort?

and when you slept next to her, did she take off her wig?

Mother Fucking Joe:  Nah

She stuck with her story

No but in the morning that shit was on the floor

Princess MoMo:  what color hair was the wig?

Mother Fucking Joe:  Tranny or not .. The date went okay

Brown but the ad said shes available in blonde too

I confronted her about it

She denies it

Princess MoMo:  I'm going to ask one more time…Is this a true story?!

Mother Fucking Joe:  O god .. I don't tell lies

Nor do I really care .. Yeah it sucks I went on a date with one .. But it's funny

Princess MoMo:  Well, it sounds like your escapades have proven more successful than mine.

Mother Fucking Joe:  yeah mine leads to better reading.

It's funny cause the night of the date my status read .. Picking up a blind date at a Sheraton. As If blind dates weren't awkward enough

Princess MoMo:  So when are we going out?

Mother Fucking Joe:  Me and you?

Princess MoMo:  haha yes

I know I'm not an escort or a tranny, but it might be a nice change of pace for you.

Mother Fucking Joe:  I don't offer stimulating conversation . I mostly make fun of people and telldick jokes all night.

Im pretty sure I was denied this opportunity before .. Probably due to misspelled words or run on sentences

Princess MoMo:  Yes, but over time, you've proven to be consistently amusing

Mother Fucking Joe:  Which all goes back to dick jokes and making fun of people

Princess MoMo:  Alright. So you never want to meet then?

Mother Fucking Joe:  Just kidding . Im kind of hesitant to take you up on this offer. I laugh at the tools(specimens) you constantly speak of and fear I will just be the butt of a joke or something to write about

Princess MoMo:  If you notice, I don't write about actual dates a lot

Also, there's enough fodder for my jokes. I wouldn't have personally solicited you if that was my intention.

Mother Fucking Joe:  I just spilled my guts about tranny love and now I'm worried about you writing about me . Fuck it … Let's do this

Princess MoMo:  Good. I'm glad you're on board.

Would you like me to wear a wig?

Mother Fucking Joe: Just don't pet your hair , breathe heavy and sweat profusely

That's what he/she did … Ughh

Princess MoMo:  So you didn't even confirm the type of genitals this individual was working with?

Mother Fucking Joe:  Lol nah I'm sure she was a chick tho

Princess MoMo:  btw, this conversation will be blogged if you consent.

without your name of course

Mother Fucking Joe:  Yeah who cares

Princess MoMo:  ok, well you seem shy about the blog all of a sudden

Mother Fucking Joe:  I left out key details but I think what ya got is enjoyable enough

Not at all

If it's not my name.. Why would I care

Princess MoMo: Why did you deprive me of details?

Mother Fucking Joe:  Too much typing . I'm on my phone.

Ok I layed down on her work bed .which the sheets were all turned up on and she was like no not that one

Okay that's all your getting

Princess MoMo:  hold on

so by escort, you really mean hooker?

Mother Fucking Joe:  What do you think an escort is

Lmfao

Princess MoMo:  I thought it was someone who would go out with guys more as a companion, not as a sex-selling person.

Mother Fucking Joe:  Those type of women are called dates

Lol

Princess MoMo:  No dude…there are definitely women who sell companionship services not involving carnal knowledge.

Mother Fucking Joe:  Please

Princess MoMo:  What do you want your name to be on the blog?

Mother Fucking Joe:  I'm not into that shit but I know alot about that business

"Mother Fucking Joe"

Is that possible?

Princess MoMo:  If that's what you want, I can pull some strings and make it happen

Mother Fucking Joe:  Hells yeah .. At least if I'm going out looking like a hooker lover .. I could be that mother fucking guy

I don't even no what that means but whatever

Princess MoMo:  You got it, Mother Fucking Joe!