Moderation Questions
The last iteration of the moderation discussion thread was a complete disaster. Numerous attempts to keep it on topic fa
Chapter 2.
Due to my abject failure to perform, I had to use the ole tongue. And I don't mean to spin a yarn. That appeared to work.
I was so embarrassed about the whole situation, but I made good.
Also, my ex-gf was kinda with me at the time. She knew what I was up to. She literally messaged me in the morning saying "you ****ed your roommate, didn't you? Wow, prick. Hope she made you some boiled eggs, that is what old people like".
The thing is.. I was eating a boiled egg that she'd made me at the time. I've not told anyone about this before. I mean, I almost choked on the ****ing egg when I read that message.
Anyway, yes, I am a terrible person.
I thought these stories always started with, “ I never thought anything like this would ever happen to me, Though I have read and enjoyed the letters in Penthouse’s Forum section for many years, I must admit that, until now, I had always thought they were made up. It just seemed too much of a stretch of credulity to believe that they are true, real-life tales of actual readers,” the man said. “But a recent experience caused me to put aside my skepticism.”
I thought these stories always started with, “ I never thought anything like this would ever happen to me, Though I have read and enjoyed the letters in Penthouse’s Forum section for many years, I must admit that, until now, I had always thought they were made up. It just seemed too much of a stretch of credulity to believe that they are true, real-life tales of act
I mean, well spotted, it was supposed to read in the form of a "dear Penthouse" letter.
The thing is, it's all ****ing true. And, I mean, who the **** writes to Penthouse? Winners post their conquest stories on poker forums with misandrist moderators, for that extra element of spice.
Oh, sorry, Crossnerd, didn't see you there.
i can imagine you eat a lot of boiled eggs
So, this thread is my new blog.
I kinda wanted to write about this for a while, but... well didn't. The ex, of the messaging me about boiled eggs fame. She was the love of my life. The one that got away. We were actually soulmates. I'd just hold her while she watched TV and masturbated. Like, those sorts of soulmates. She introduced me to all sorts of comedies I didn't even know existed.
Anyway, enough blogging for now.
She was also a feminazi, who owned a lot of Germaine Greer books. Hence, my little joke.
Is that it? Amateur hour.
So, I mean, I really loved her. Jal will mock me, fine. She was a champ.
We worked together. As in, really well. But also, just worked at the same company.
I still remember this one time at band camp where she literally emailed me and was like "I need to give you a blowjob. Now. I don't care how, where, make it work".
I mean, I am an engineer. I made it work.
I'll never mock love.
I knew people who studied fine arts and sculpture at St Martins lol. We used to have so many fine times around Soho back then. Also had ridiculously unachievable pub crawls from there back to someone's house in NW London too.
You will never understand
How it feels to live your life
With no meaning or control
And with nowhere left to go
You are amazed that they exist
And they burn so bright
Whilst you can only wonder why
I knew people who studied fine arts and sculpture at St Martins lol. we used to have so many fine times around Soho back then. Also had ridiculously unachievable pub crawls from there back to someone's house in NW London too.You will never understandHow it feels to live your lifeWith no meaning or controlAnd with nowhere left to goYou are amazed that they existAnd they burn so
Deborah, do you recall?
Your house was very small.
Artists are so much more fun than STEM types.
Fiirst girl at school to get breasts.
Martin said you were the best.
Pulp were great and some other bands too but in hindsight it's clear the whole Cool Britannia thing was just a prelude to Brexit - lots of white Northern kids shagging the flag.
I might partially rescind what I said earlier if early onset dementia hadn't destroyed my memory or if I could be arsed to go back and look.
Anecdotes are still amateur hour though.
I might partially rescind what I said earlier if early onset dementia hadn't destroyed my memory or if I could be arsed to go back and look.
Anecdotes are still amateur hour though.
I guess this means that we are partial... friends? Acquaintances? **** knows. I am more interested in talking to Crossnerd, she has far better chromosomes than you do. Like, none of these pesky Y ones.
Yes sure, to both ideas.
Like I said before - women aren't great but men are real arseholes.
Ok, I have a better story. And it involves a CFO. I'll leave names out to protect the guilty.
