Are you ashamed to you cheat or that you have rules when, where and how you cheat?
You hafta admitt, that makes a difference. [/quote]
Oh, just that I cheat. I feel so guilty, but I can’t help myself. Missing out on a bingo would eat me alive inside. [/quote]
Well, you know, considering how most rules are made by some people to herd others, there is a case to be made for being ashamed, no, thats not right, for feeling guilty, if you actually play by all the rules.
[quote]Nards wrote:
In the middle of the night, so as not to wake the missus or the dogs, when I pee I pee in the sink, then just run the tap for a few seconds.
I should check my water bill and see if I save any money and maybe I’ll do it every time.[/quote]
Lol Ive done before as well. But only because the bathrooms were taken up and it was cold as hell outside.
I’m a young white boy and I have a vicious obsession for african-american women. The porn I watch is almost exclusively ethnic minorities giving POV blowjays or rough BDSM Porn, but most of all african-americans.
I’m not confessing this because I’m a closet racist or anything, (a la Billy Bob Thornton in Monster’s Ball) but just because it’s a little quirky and I don’t meet a lot of white people who are like that. Especially young ones. Sometimes there’s the raunchy old white business men, and maybe even the slightly more humble Robert De Niro, but I always feel kind of out of place with my strong and (in and around my area) rare inter-racial fetish.
[quote]Big Kahuna wrote:
I’m a young white boy and I have a vicious obsession for african-american women. The porn I watch is almost exclusively ethnic minorities giving POV blowjays or rough BDSM Porn, but most of all african-americans.
I’m not confessing this because I’m a closet racist or anything, (a la Billy Bob Thornton in Monster’s Ball) but just because it’s a little quirky and I don’t meet a lot of white people who are like that. Especially young ones. Sometimes there’s the raunchy old white business men, and maybe even the slightly more humble Robert De Niro, but I always feel kind of out of place with my strong and (in and around my area) rare inter-racial fetish.[/quote]
It’s the ass isn’t it?
[quote]Big Kahuna wrote:
I’m a young white boy and I have a vicious obsession for african-american women. The porn I watch is almost exclusively ethnic minorities giving POV blowjays or rough BDSM Porn, but most of all african-americans.
I’m not confessing this because I’m a closet racist or anything, (a la Billy Bob Thornton in Monster’s Ball) but just because it’s a little quirky and I don’t meet a lot of white people who are like that. Especially young ones. Sometimes there’s the raunchy old white business men, and maybe even the slightly more humble Robert De Niro, but I always feel kind of out of place with my strong and (in and around my area) rare inter-racial fetish.[/quote]
It’s the ass isn’t it?[/quote]
Dude, YES!!! Black chicks have the fattest asses!!! The first thing I look at when I see a black chick.
[quote]Big Kahuna wrote:
I’m a young white boy and I have a vicious obsession for african-american women. The porn I watch is almost exclusively ethnic minorities giving POV blowjays or rough BDSM Porn, but most of all african-americans.
I’m not confessing this because I’m a closet racist or anything, (a la Billy Bob Thornton in Monster’s Ball) but just because it’s a little quirky and I don’t meet a lot of white people who are like that. Especially young ones. Sometimes there’s the raunchy old white business men, and maybe even the slightly more humble Robert De Niro, but I always feel kind of out of place with my strong and (in and around my area) rare inter-racial fetish.[/quote]
It’s the ass isn’t it?[/quote]
Dude, YES!!! Black chicks have the fattest asses!!! The first thing I look at when I see a black chick. [/quote]
What do you do if they’re facing you? Do you avert your eyes until they’ve turned around? Or do you shut them and then work around to their backside before opening them up?
I think this is the most opportune moment for me to rid myself of the guilt I’ve been carrying for about six months now. My dear younger brother, who is of the tender age of 13, smashed his balls frolicking with his friends in the school yard, play hop scotch or four square I believe. His balls swelled up to roughly the size an orange which is large for a 13 year old sack of testes. Needless to say I deemed my brother a soft little fairy due to his obsession tranny porn and proceeded to nut tap him every time I walked by him in the family domicile. I had hoped that as the pain of being nut tapped entered his body his fairy like qualities would be forced to exit to make room for the pain.
Now I honestly believed he was just being a fairy and complaining as most fairies do but to my shameful dismay he was taken to the ER after about a week of constant nut tapping. His nuts were bruised to a purple hue and my nut tapping only exacerbated his condition. So the docs daignosis was a mild case of orchitis and he should be tip top in two weeks. To cope with the pain they gave him a bottle of hydrocodone syzurrp.
Now this the truly shameful part because he was really in a lot of physical pain. So after having one dose of the syzurrp and dosing of to sleep. I stealthy tip toe my way to our kitchen and pour the entire bottle of syzurrp in a mcdonalds cup filled with sprite. I throw in a few jolly ranchers and spent the next thirty minutes drinking my euphoric concoction. To further add to my shame I took a bottle of dayquil and emptied its contents in the now drained bottle of syzurrp to cover for my theft. Weeks passed and no one was the wiser.
I felt good for all of thirty minutes before I regretted my decesion. Paranoia subtly crawled into the dark recesses as I began to wonder if my body could cope with the 4500 mgs that cohabitation the syzurp bottle with the hydrocodone. I was reluctant to go to sleep fearful that I may never wake. So I forced myself to stay awake for the rest of the night. I blame three 6. Anyways that is it. Glad that is off my chest.
[quote]joutmez wrote:
I think this is the most opportune moment for me to rid myself of the guilt I’ve been carrying for about six months now. My dear younger brother, who is of the tender age of 13, smashed his balls frolicking with his friends in the school yard, play hop scotch or four square I believe. His balls swelled up to roughly the size an orange which is large for a 13 year old sack of testes. Needless to say I deemed my brother a soft little fairy due to his obsession tranny porn and proceeded to nut tap him every time I walked by him in the family domicile. I had hoped that as the pain of being nut tapped entered his body his fairy like qualities would be forced to exit to make room for the pain.
Now I honestly believed he was just being a fairy and complaining as most fairies do but to my shameful dismay he was taken to the ER after about a week of constant nut tapping. His nuts were bruised to a purple hue and my nut tapping only exacerbated his condition. So the docs daignosis was a mild case of orchitis and he should be tip top in two weeks. To cope with the pain they gave him a bottle of hydrocodone syzurrp.
Now this the truly shameful part because he was really in a lot of physical pain. So after having one dose of the syzurrp and dosing of to sleep. I stealthy tip toe my way to our kitchen and pour the entire bottle of syzurrp in a mcdonalds cup filled with sprite. I throw in a few jolly ranchers and spent the next thirty minutes drinking my euphoric concoction. To further add to my shame I took a bottle of dayquil and emptied its contents in the now drained bottle of syzurrp to cover for my theft. Weeks passed and no one was the wiser.
I felt good for all of thirty minutes before I regretted my decesion. Paranoia subtly crawled into the dark recesses as I began to wonder if my body could cope with the 4500 mgs that cohabitation the syzurp bottle with the hydrocodone. I was reluctant to go to sleep fearful that I may never wake. So I forced myself to stay awake for the rest of the night. I blame three 6. Anyways that is it. Glad that is off my chest. [/quote]
This is really just a massive Freudian slip of monumental proportions concerning your obsession with your brother’s cock and balls, all three of which you are probably in love with and/or jealous of.
After all, what the fuck does your brother’s ball sack really have to do with the fact that you’re a drug addict?
Well you certainly are an abrasive fellow. If you followed the story you would realize the damaged balls resulted in the prescription of drugs. I embellished the shit out of the story to make it more interesting. I did not down the whole bottle nor am I a drug addict. But you are spot on about the cock and balls. At 13 he has already surpassed me in length and girth and fucked like 12 times now and I am still trying to lose my virginity.
Maybe you are hurt by the fairy comment. Go figure. Fucking fairies are so sensitive.
[quote]Big Kahuna wrote:
I’m a young white boy and I have a vicious obsession for african-american women. The porn I watch is almost exclusively ethnic minorities giving POV blowjays or rough BDSM Porn, but most of all african-americans.
I’m not confessing this because I’m a closet racist or anything, (a la Billy Bob Thornton in Monster’s Ball) but just because it’s a little quirky and I don’t meet a lot of white people who are like that. Especially young ones. Sometimes there’s the raunchy old white business men, and maybe even the slightly more humble Robert De Niro, but I always feel kind of out of place with my strong and (in and around my area) rare inter-racial fetish.[/quote]
It’s the ass isn’t it?[/quote]
Dude, YES!!! Black chicks have the fattest asses!!! The first thing I look at when I see a black chick. [/quote]
What do you do if they’re facing you? Do you avert your eyes until they’ve turned around? Or do you shut them and then work around to their backside before opening them up?[/quote]
You put them in fishnet stockings, stand them on one of those lazy peoples vibrating fitness plates, turn it to full setting and stand behind them until you grow old and die happily with a face full of badonkadonk.
When I fly, I always take the aisle seat. My shoulders are wide enough that my deltoids protrude into the aisle - certainly not bragging rights considering how small airplane seats are these days.
I get a pathetic, cheap thrill every time a stewardess rubs her thigh or ass against my shoulder and upper arm. It happens at least 10 times a flight (Have to be careful to retract the shoulder any time a token fatty stewardess clomps on by though)
I hate driving with a passenger in my car and I hate it when a friend is driving behind me to the same destination. I will purposely take a wrong turn to throw them off.
I hate showering.
I secretly judge my friend who eats fast food and then complains about her weight.
