only thing that piece of shit and i had in common is we were/are both scorpios, he introduced to whisky both of us love(d)that shit...boy did he ever regret that one. only talked to him a few times after he kicked me out at 15..2 funerals and at that crack house he was staying at about 6 months before he died. we just couldn't stand each other most of the time...he really hated everything about me and when i got ol enough not to back down to him and i was a drunk i hated everything about him too. our last talk was less than a dozen words and i said them..he didn't say shit. fucking coward. when i got the call he was found dead in the crackhouse with his meedical issues i went on a almost 4 day binge...i was supoosed to go his service but last minute said fuck it and passed out for like idk 15hrs plus til my brothers handed me a new asshole and gut for not showing up. fuck him.
me and mother got along okay...it was hard to reach her at times when i really needed her but when she was coherent and with me or anyone she was a great mom. did her best. i just never felt close to her. she died a lil bit before that piece of shit...didn't hit me hard but always felt like something was missing when she passed. i think if had've been more in tune with the here and now...expressed herslf...and got out more i think she could have lived a helluva lot longer.
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100 views on YouTube means it's shit. You're just a hipster that thinks anything obscure that nobody has ever heard of is cool. you've never even been to a vomit-core show before or seen live music in your life you shut in poser physical collection faggot
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Originally posted by ORACLE
As a crooner I surpass Frank Sinatra
A bunch of my moms friends in newport put on the jazz festival, so i got tuned into some stuff early. Used to do this song when i was...idk..10 or 11. Wish i wouldve IVd a lot more i stead of burning out my throat and lungs.
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OK so basically I found this tranny on that escorts site I like. Called up and made an appointment. Got to the house (same one as my previous hooker story - guess it must be a brothel or something). The girl greeted me in underwear and had me kiss her straight away, which was great and really set the mood. She was really sweet and lighthearted all throughout.
We kissed for a long time, and I sucked her dick a little before she pulled on a condom, as she doesn't do unprotected. So then she basically did a thing where she pushed her dick down my throat, which was pretty interesting. I'd never had sex with someone with a penis before. Then she had me bend over, and she fucked my ass a little, which again was pretty interesting. Not unpleasant, but nothing special.
Then we kissed some more and wound up where I was rubbing her dick and she was rubbing mine and we were kissing. Hard to describe how our hands were, but I had one hand on her dick and the other around her holding her to me. It was pretty hot and went on a while.
Then she bent over on the bed and I fucked her ass. It was my first time fucking a born-male ass (and only second time overall). It was incredibly tight and felt great, and I soon came.
After I came she helped me clean up, and we kissed some more and some more play. It was a fun experience. She told me she was from Spain and had been in Ireland just one month. Her english vocabulary was pretty limited. The kissing was my favourite part - something most hookers don't really do - and she really seemed to like it too.
Then she offered me a shower (alone) and we talked and kissed a little more.
It was lots of fun, and I'd definitely do it again.
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Originally posted by stl1
I find it hard to believe that any amount of alcohol or even drugs will ever let you forget what you fucked and allowed to fuck you.
Enjoy trying to erase that memory…I guess.
Wow just wow.
I actually wanted to try it for a while, and really enjoyed the experience.
Originally posted by CandyRein
Op you seem to have a personality that doesn’t need to pay for sex
I’m assuming this was a want and not a need situation
Thanks Candy. I work a lot and have an insane commute, and don't really have the time for a girlfriend right now. But this is something I very much wanted to try for a long time.
Originally posted by Fox
You mean the personality where you live with your mom into your mid thirties, are majorly overweight, and blame all your shortcomings on teh jèws. Yeah he’s a real lady killer
Apparently my shortcomings include trying to get America to invade Iran and oppressing millions of Palestinians?
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Originally posted by filtration
When I love someone badly, I get all these fucking warped trust issues :(
you need to drop that shit lil bromo if you truly love them, your setting yourself up to fail. and don't get me wrong I've learned this the hard way so I know what I'm talking about.
sometimes its not so much as being untrustful when you care about someone but more so changing your expectation of the relationship.. and no I wouldn't want to be in a cuck scenerio unless you're into that kinda thing.. but at the same time you let somethings just not bother you.
At one point with my ex gf I just went out and found a prettier girl and told her what was up and that I'm going to do whatever I want for now on and if you still want to hang with me thats cool, and since then its been a lot less stress and she's never been away from me since. I own her.
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Originally posted by filtration
Fuck it lads, I messaged her asking if we're still gonna be friends/more than friends and shit, and she ignored me, so guess she is fucking other guys :(
You are pathetic
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I love being sober cause it gives me time to reflect and really accept that I'm an arse hole at the best of times when drunk. I think there's been various triggers over time that each have their own correlating problems. For example I could:
Want a drink that in turn leads me to go on a binge and thus snort coke.
I could snort some coke offered to me, leading to drink if not getting more coke, (most likely).
Maybe just being in a room with users. (Just don't be around them, yes, I know)
Getting drunk leading to black out events, getting into trouble. E.g. losing your fucking job.
Personally I think never accepting the tough fact I have shit will power has been a bigger trigger. I must be in denial and can't accept it.
"Pfft it's been a while now without a drop, you must have built up some will power surely?" I would ask myself. There's so much I've lost in the past due to over indulgence but it never registers at the point of relapse. All those celebrities that have gone teetotal as a result of their excessiveness, I would look at and think, "imagine doing something so much, you can never enjoy it again?"
"Fuck-that. No, that will never be me." But in fact it is. I've tried thinking of ways around it, being somewhere or with someone when I drink to keep an eye out. Casper said this is called "bargaining"; which only confirms being indenial more. Being sober has it's pros though, I just miss the social aspect. I do fear perceptions of being seen as a bore or w.e. I am more relaxed/ talkative after one or two, I just don't believe one is restricted to not being as cheery sober as they are drunk.
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