I proposed to my wife shortly after she turned 20. I bought my badass terrier a shirt that said "will you marry my daddy?" (a part of me died inside when I did that but she liked it), she said yes then I fucked her senseless. 5 years later we got 5 dogs a cat and a kid. Set the foundation for my future life with that one.
Tomorrow I get to spend my entire day rubbing my meat and having a sausage party in preparation for our annual end of summer barbecue. This year we're on pace to top out at around 350lbs of various meats. If I can remember, I'll do my best to get some pictures of the process.
Ahahahaha....one of my roommates recently bought a 2016 pick-up. On credit. Tonight he came home with a 2016 Harley 3 wheeler. Bought on credit. Still has the pick up. And the payments. And the full coverage insurance. He rents a room. He's a cab driver. I'm no genius with money, but I fail to see how this is even remotely a good idea. He just financed about $40-50K worth of debt that will eventually cost about $100K and be worth maybe $15K 10 years down the road.
This kind of feasting gets me harder than Roman Polanski in a hot tub. Document everything. Are you smoking it all the same, or will there be various stations? My good friend is moving for work in a couple weeks, so we feasted. Last week we had duck and pork pates on bread, lavender goat cheese, and stout beers. Followed by shots of Jameson. Dinner was Anthony Bourdain's Beef Bourguignon and a bottle of Vacqueyras. Dessert was Emeril's chocolate bread pudding, which half the people hated bread pudding, but scarfed this version down. We washed that down with Jameson digestifs and strong coffee with rum and cream. Sunday, we're doing the same. Got some pate still, get another round of heart clogging cheese that smells like a dead animal, wash it down with JK Scrumpy Cider. Getting some ox-tail tomorrow so I can do a ragu of the tails (a version of Mario Batali's Bolognese) with stock, wine, tomato sauce, and toss it with spaghetti. Possibly gnocchi if they're on sale. Either doing Banana Foster or cannoli for dessert. Depends how much I feel like spending. I must have read Jim Harrison's The Raw And The Cooked twice. His random feasts were boner inducing. Flying out 50 pounds of fish, crabs, shrimp to Montana; wild game smorgasbords; 6 course dinners at Babbo. People don't eat like that in real life. I intend to start doing endurance meals more frequently. Typically it is only Thanksgiving and Christmas where I break out the multiple courses.
We have 4 different custom built smokers, a camptop stove and a regular grill we use for everything. Here's a picture of 3 of the smokers from last year.
Let's see. I'm drunk, thus qualifying for this thread. Went on a amazing date last weekend with an amazing woman. She's divorced and I'm the first date she's had. Of course we had a whirlwind thing where we texted and chatted every day for a week. She had her first orgasm in five years over the phone. We then go out on the best date a couple 42 year olds can. Too much wine and then talking in the car led to making out in an elementary school parking lot. I take her home at midnight so she doesn't turn into a pumpkin. We've barely talked this last week and I finally confronted her on it. I finally confronted her on why she's been acting differently since we went out. She apologized and asked if we could talk tomorrow. I'm blotto and so looking forward to tomorrow.
Sorry for the double post but I just discovered that I cooked a frozen pizza, over cooked it, and then put it in the freezer to discover. .
Nothing to feel ashamed about. Just brace yourself for the immaturity and randomness. I think I posted on here some time ago about banging a cute chick. She was 19, had some fun times then she went a bit nuts. Now we're pretty chill. So it's not all some kind of weird nightmare.
Monty Python jokes on Tinder, the same way I opened the door with a 20 year old a few weeks ago. Things fizzled out with the 20 year old; not sure if because of lack of maturity or because she was mature in knowing that she couldn't handle the distance between us and while she was looking for something casual, our chemistry was too good for things to just be casual for her. The embarrassing thing is that was the closest I've ever come to being dumped and it was by someone who was born in a year I remember. It was not that long ago that girls that age had crushes on me because I was an "older" 23 year old and they were the high school aged daughters of my coworkers. At least I got some homemade perogies out of it, but I regret not tapping that ass. Though I do agree with you on some level; I would not want, let alone be able, to engage someone that much younger than me in a serious relationship, and I would be suspicious of anyone my age who tried to do that. And to be honest, I'd prefer to meet women closer to my own age, even though my last girlfriends have been 5-6 years older than me. But then, I'm not trying to have a serious relationship here. If your sense of humour clicks well enough that you get along and have fun together and you're clear on what you both want, why not enjoy each other's company for what it is? They're adults and can make the decision for themselves what they do and don't want to do, and I'm not out to manipulate or swindle anyone.
Two things: - I had to read that twice to make sure you didn't fuck your dog. (Still not sure.) - You can buy shirts for dogs that read "will you marry my daddy?"? That HAS to be a small target market.
1) No, I did not fuck my dog. Can't believe I'm having to explain this, but then again, it is TiB. 2) You can buy a dog shirt and get custom printed whatever you want on it, websites like vistaprint and crap.
I cant' decide which is the most delusional statement thus far in this WDT, that or that ghetto's younger lady had to call it off because she couldn't handle the intensity of their connection.
I'm going to go with the first one. There is at least a 5% chance of the girl actually saying and meaning the second one.