Wednesday - Picked up the GF from the airport, quick hookup on the way to work, back to her place for round two after work. Thursday - Other GF came over. Friday - GFs birthday party. Pricasso was there doing portraits, and was generally an awesome house party? 50? Maybe 75 people, spend the entire night playing, was most awesome. Including playing with hot as fuck new girl. Saturday - cleaned up after party and had lunch with the birthday girl. That's a euphemism for anyone who didn't catch my smug between the lines. Helped my Ex, her current girlfriend, and my mother, move into their new place. That's not a euphemism. Not sure how I lost my mother in the divorce. Spent about 4 hours unloading big fuck off truck and sweated enough that I I actually had to wring the excess water out of my shirt and stare bemused at the huge puddle. Then drove up to a mountain lookout in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of friends, public park thing. Tied a few people up from the look out shelter support beams, finally did very bad things to a girl I've had a thing for for a while. Sunday - Moved some furniture for another friend. Then had a marathon four round threesome with said other friend, and the other girlfriend. Including teaching one of the girls how to go down on a girl. 1. I'm an awesome teacher and 2. Voyeurism is awesome. Hot as fuck new girl and other play partner both sent me messages during the day looking for something during the week. Monday - Stopped by doctor to get results from quarterly STI panel - all clear again. Work sexually transmitted thing I've ever caught remains a cold. Currently at work, can barely use my left arm from all the lifting and carrying shit. Hopefully it recovers by tonight, because will be at least one, possibly two girls around for dinner. Tomorrow night, Birthday girl is around for dinner. Possibly another friend as well. Wednesday night - Dinner with at least one girl, possibly two. Thursday night - hot as fuck new girl, possibly another girl coming around. Friday night - might have some plans, not sure yet. Saturday - Rock climbing in the morning, birthday party, fetish club where I'll probably play from start till finish of the night, after party at my house Sunday - Zombie walk where some friends are doing an awesome guerilla thing - something epic and showy apparently. Really hope I manage to get there to see it. Followed by chilling in the park with at least 5 of the girls and one or two of the boys from the current harem. I really don't fucking get it. But I fucking love my life.
Watching the Walking Dead for the first time. I'm not scared... I just really like the smell of my blanket.
I made shrimp tempura sushi rolls to accompany the sweet n sour chicken and fried rice that my sister made for dinner tonight for my dad. My fingers still smell like shrimp. Gross. I might need to soak my fingers in lemon juice.
I can't be the only one this happens to... My buddy had to go to Wal-Mart to buy some dog food and I rode with him. When we got to the store I had to piss and told him I'd meet him out at the truck. Thus began my adventure. My first encounter with the natives was a fat family blocking the aisle like a herd of Iraqi shit camels staringly intentently at a scorpion on the desert floor. They looked at me with a horrifingly blank look and stomped their hooves. "Exuse me" I said. One of them said "Ok." And they contined to stare at their feet, not moving or showing any signs of an animate creature. I gave up and moved to another aisle to continue to the Wal-Mart restroom. It got worse when I got to the restrooms. I damn near got run over by a herd of natives pushing a shopping cart laden with Wal-Mart goodies. The mother ran into the women's restroom, the daughter ran into the other door. I had to look at the men's room door to accerten that it was actually the men's room I was walking into and not a broom closet. The room had urinals and smelled like balls. It certainly was the men's room. Only this men's room had a girl in one of the stalls making noises like she was giving birth to a large, horrifying animal. Seriously, what the fuck?
I don't normally approve of taking rolls of quarters to the backs of people's necks, but in the case of people who chew loudly with their mouths open in public, I'd be willing to change my opinion.
It's a good day to not be an Indy Car driver. Don't care for the Indy series, but Wheldon seemed like a good guy. RIP
Not to make light of a horrible tragedy, but Nettdata - your signature is just wrong when combined with your post.
I know this was Indy and not NASCAR, but for all the people who watch racing and say "Hee-hawr! We watch it for them wrecks!" ...the fuck do they say when this happens? Unrelated, Walking Dead + zombies of everyone killed on Breaking Bad, how great would that be? Call it Walking Dead Heads.
They informed the family of his passing, then the teams, then the crowd, and did a 5-lap tribute to him right after cancelling the race. And to think that Wheldon came into this mess at about 220 mph, and even these fuckers sliding around on fire are doing in excess of 170 mph.
That is one of the weirdest examples of pubic hair styling I have ever seen. It's like the Hitler mustache of pubic hair.
Ha I thought it was just me, I thought the exact same thing. I mean, at that point, why even bother with it?
But isn't the traditional "landing strip" a little more robust? I am not the avid porn watcher as many other here seem to be, so I am hardly an expert on such matters, but like I said earlier, what is the point?
I don't want to violate the no-politics rule, but that's going to be true of any position. Most democrats and republicans couldn't tell you why their positions are better (and there's a good chance they'd cite something the other side agrees with). 3/4 of people are morons. Hell, 3/4 of politicians couldn't tell you what they're trying to accomplish, and they do that for a job. But, the one thing the people at Wall Street do know is that shit sucks and is bullshit. Leave the details up to the experts. I know I'm pissed off at Adrian Peterson right now, 9 fucking fantasy points, but I can't tell you why I'm pissed ...because we didn't get the game here, and I would have been watching Breaking Bad anyways. What was the question? Innis|Gunn 2012!