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Sure you're not an alien??
Little white spots at the top of your shaft = not alien
Little green spikes at the top of your shaft = probably alien
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:welcome: Deflowerer.
All I can say is that if all you're interested in doing is deflowering virgins you'll get fuck all around here(Sorry I know I shouldn't laugh at me one utterances but it's just the concpet behind the name that tickles me!)
Not neccesarily. The name Deflowerer could relate to a job in landscape gardening or editing poetry (that's maybe a bit tenuous)
Amp, digital camera, nail clippers, bank statement, course enrolment forms, redundant modem, printer, external hard drive, drum machine, sunglasses case, assorted cables, biro, diary (2004), 2 'distressed' rizla packets (1 king size, 1 small), fag packet, lighter, tobacco tin, bag of grass, empty glass, multi-effects unit, and somewhat controversially a computer.
There's also a few hairs and several species of crumb which I now feel compelled to brush into the ashtray.
There's also a few hairs and several species of crumb which I now feel compelled to brush into the ashtray.
Quote by RedHot
Thanks T-J.
So in this example . .
Well, given the weather you won't be needing a jumper. If I were a girl going out clubbing on a midsummer night stream (sic.) . .
is supersachondo simply re-enforcing the notion he's not a girl ?
Or is it a play on words - midsummer night stream/dream ?
I rather thought it was a dreadful example of trying to make a joke or play on words :shock:
Poor Shakespeare must be turning in his grave
T-J
Yup, you got it. It's all wordplay in my world to make up for the lack of foreplay :cry:
Well, given the weather you won't be needing a jumper. If I were a girl going out clubbing on a midsummer night stream (sic.) I wouldn't bother with a pair of jeans either. Personally when I go out raving I couldn't give a stuff what I wear as it will get covered in sweat and spilt drinks and the lighting is such that no-one can see what I'm wearing anyway, hence the "bloke in jeans and a t-shirt chewing his cheeks" aesthetic, but you may have some semblance of class in which case this approach is of little or no use to you. It all depends if you're planning to dress to impress or not. I would say that as yer common or garden club gets bloody hot even in winter so it'll be a fucking oven on Saturday. Bear that in mind when you choose your outfit.
The following are no-no's:
Smiley sweatshirt with bandana, whistle, white gloves, dust mask covered in Vicks and massive flares. By all means get on one matey, but maybe get on some new threads as well, eh.
Tie-dye. Why-dye?
PVC nurse outfit. Fine if you're going out PVC nursing, but maybe impractical (and tres chav) for boogieing.
Enjoy yourself whatever you end up wearing.
The following are no-no's:
Smiley sweatshirt with bandana, whistle, white gloves, dust mask covered in Vicks and massive flares. By all means get on one matey, but maybe get on some new threads as well, eh.
Tie-dye. Why-dye?
PVC nurse outfit. Fine if you're going out PVC nursing, but maybe impractical (and tres chav) for boogieing.
Enjoy yourself whatever you end up wearing.
Brothers, sisters and everyone else, this question has been bugging me for a wile now and I feel this is perhaps the only place where I might be able to get a reasoned, considered and considerate answer. It's a rather delicate matter, so I would appreciate your understanding in replying. Thank you.
My question is this: is it possible to saw your lover in half with a ribbed condom?
My question is this: is it possible to saw your lover in half with a ribbed condom?
Technasia - Future Mix
Rolando - Knights of the Jaguar
You couldn't go out to a club/rave in Barcelona the summer I lived there without someone playing at least one of theses records at least once. I still get a sympathetic seratonin rush from these tracks...
Neu! - Hallogallo
Can - Vitamin C
Faust - Giggy Smile
Kraftwerk - Tanzmusik/Ruckzack
Quickspace - The Precious Mountain
Nonplace Urban Field - Roll Over Ehrenfeld
The sound of my ears being opened, and all of the rules being rewritten. Bring your goosebumps, you'll need 'em.
Wevie Stonder - The Chives of March
For the romantic in me. He's in there somewhere. Probably sat on his own in a restaurant, trying to convince himself that she WILL turn up, she's just been held up...
Rolando - Knights of the Jaguar
You couldn't go out to a club/rave in Barcelona the summer I lived there without someone playing at least one of theses records at least once. I still get a sympathetic seratonin rush from these tracks...
Neu! - Hallogallo
Can - Vitamin C
Faust - Giggy Smile
Kraftwerk - Tanzmusik/Ruckzack
Quickspace - The Precious Mountain
Nonplace Urban Field - Roll Over Ehrenfeld
The sound of my ears being opened, and all of the rules being rewritten. Bring your goosebumps, you'll need 'em.
Wevie Stonder - The Chives of March
For the romantic in me. He's in there somewhere. Probably sat on his own in a restaurant, trying to convince himself that she WILL turn up, she's just been held up...
yeah, they dig out some amazing chunks of knowledge. I saw one a few months back about the battle of the sexes in Africa which came to the conclusion that men basically spend their lives trying to maintain the pretense that they're in control and that women (assuming they live long enough) always work it out in the end.
Women are beguiling, bewitching beautiful beings and size (as we all well know) doesn't matter, it's what you do with it that counts or to put it another way the more yo' mamma gave ya', the more you have at your disposal to shake.
Betty Page was a size 16 and I don't know of any men who would've turned her down on account of her size.
Betty Page was a size 16 and I don't know of any men who would've turned her down on account of her size.
Quote by jezzay
Every idea HAS been done already,
You recommended 'Cloud Atlas' (and I agreed.) So who did that one before? Or anything remotely similar?
Jezzay
Fair point, someone somewhere is going to come up with another story that doesn't contain echos of previous literature, and this doesn't happen that often, but what I meant was that there's essentially 2 types of fiction - the one that goes crisis-denoument-resolution and the cyclical story. Cloud Atlas is basically 6 glorious, technicolour swirling versions of the former variety woven together seamlessly with the finest silk thread but the clever bit is that the novel as a whole is of the cyclical variety. So (in my own funny little world) we're both right.
The logic (as I see it) runs thus:
Ginger haired people have fairer skin, which burns easier in the sun
Men with sunburn moan ALL THE FUCKING TIME about how much it hurts (this includes me)
Most women simply cannot put up with that much pathetic whining on holiday, so subconsciously prefer men who are less likely to put the wrong suncream on.
I may be some way wide of the mark here...
Ginger haired people have fairer skin, which burns easier in the sun
Men with sunburn moan ALL THE FUCKING TIME about how much it hurts (this includes me)
Most women simply cannot put up with that much pathetic whining on holiday, so subconsciously prefer men who are less likely to put the wrong suncream on.
I may be some way wide of the mark here...
Quote by jezzay
Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell.
Aaaaaamaaaaaaazing!!!!!!
Agree totally Aaaaaamaaaaaaazing.
Also 'The Time-Traveller's Wife'. Amazing and sexy too.
How come so many good books are still being written? You would think every idea had been done already, but no.
Jezzay.
Every idea HAS been done already, but there's an infinite number of ways of writing about them. And an infinite number of monkey banging out the complete works of Shakespeare. Do you know how much they pay those monkeys? Peanuts. It's a bloody disgrace...
I've had no sex now for a year
a fact that brings me no good cheer
one thing I'd like to make so clear:
IT ISN'T OUT OF CHOICE
I'm starting to forget such things
that good old-fashioned fucking brings
like hearing how a woman sings
in her orgasmic voice :karaoke:
I'm missing being allowed to touch
a joyous thing I love so much
why is my search for nookie such
a waste of bloody time? :violin:
I'm good in bed, or so I'm told
I'm only 26 years old
I'm well hung and as good as gold
and I made this whole thing rhyme
a fact that brings me no good cheer
one thing I'd like to make so clear:
IT ISN'T OUT OF CHOICE
I'm starting to forget such things
that good old-fashioned fucking brings
like hearing how a woman sings
in her orgasmic voice :karaoke:
I'm missing being allowed to touch
a joyous thing I love so much
why is my search for nookie such
a waste of bloody time? :violin:
I'm good in bed, or so I'm told
I'm only 26 years old
I'm well hung and as good as gold
and I made this whole thing rhyme
