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| I joined this site 7 years ago. I've only met one person and she turned into a turbo cunt within 5 minutes of meeting her. I don't even know why I bother anymore.
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Today, I've little to no human interaction with anyone. There was the convince store clerk who I bought a pack of cigarettes from, and a phone call from my mother. Aside from that,there was nothing. Today is my birthday. Sure, there were several posts to my Facebook page, but most were generic "happy birthday" that were only posted because Facebook told them it was my birthday. It makes me sad. I have no real friends. I feel like I'm a real friend to many people. What's a real friend? They call, and I'll drop everything to help them. I'll listen. I'll do things for them without being asked. When I call people, I get voicemail. I know it's not because their battery died. You can see them post to Facebook from their cell minutes later. I know they see the missed call. Chances are, they sent my call to voice mail because they didn't want to talk to me. As I cycle through the contact list on my phone, I realize none of these people are my friends. Just people I know. It's great to feel needed once in a while. That I'm the guy you call when the shit hits the fan. But I don't want that to be my only role. I have no one to call when my shit hits the fan. I try to lead a good life. I build up an incredible amount of karma. As an example, I was at the gun range yesterday. A family showed up with about 30 minutes before the range closed. The range doesn't accept credit card or checks. They wouldn't have made it in time to an ATM and back and still be able to shoot. Without even a second thought, I paid their range fees. They wrote me a check to cover the costs, but I turned it down. When I die, it's moments like these that I can reflect on that I've had some sort of impact on others. What I won't have are memories of others having an impact on me. Is it so selfish that I don't want to be the giver anymore? This past year has felt like a waste. I've paid my dues to a club with no benefits. If I were to die, I really think no one would go to my funeral. They would only reflect on the fact that I'm gone, when I'm not there to give. I'm 32 and single. I've never had a girlfriend. I'm unhappy with my life. I've offered up the last slice of my pizza. And I'm only left with the empty box. |
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I thought of a game. Here's a rough draft of the rules. Can you think of any changes I should make?
Pump Poker Rules
1. Each player starts out with 1 inflatable plug inserted.
2. Starting funds are 500 chips.
3. Plugs start out deflated.
4. Dealer switches between players, and poker games are dealers choice.
5. All winnings are matched by the bank. If the total pot is 1000 chips, you get an additional 1000 from the bank.
6. Additional funds (500) can be purchaced for 1 pump of your plug.
7. Funds can be spent in the following ways:
a. 1000 chips - 1 pump to another player.
b. 2000 chips - 3 pumps to another player.
c. 4000 chips - 7 pumps to another player.
d. 5000 chips - deflate your plug.
8. If at anytime, you admit defeat, you are required to fulfil one dare of the winner. |
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I was talking to someone the past couple days.... Then out of the blue, I get a message saying they can't talk anymore. So upsetting.... |
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I found out a friend died today. She died a few months ago, while I was out to sea. I had bought her a bus ticket to come visit few months before that. Her controlling ex forced her to stay. He then sent me death threats. I found her obituary, and it said she died peacefully, but I doubt that is the full story. I think if she had only gotten on that bus, things would have been different. I can't say how I feel about things right now.... |
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Why is it that the majority of women on here all have Fisting under
the "Curious About" category. I just didn't think there would be that
many of you interested to try it. Either that, or you're all just
liars.
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Something interesting... I had a roommate who was a stripper. She was awesome. The only issue was a few months after she was living here, her douche-bag boyfriend got kicked out of his place. So he moved into her room. He was an alcoholic. He drank everything I had in the house (which was incredible by itself). When he was drunk, he hit my stripper roommate. I got out my gun. He then comes out and gets in my face. (While I'm holding a gun... He wasn't the smartest.) I chamber a round and then call the police. I was seconds away from shooting him. My roommate then defends him, and tells me to inform the police that they aren't needed. She takes him back to her room, and gets him to go to bed.
In the end, I kick them both out. Him for being an alcoholic and hitting her. And her for defending his actions.
I think I made the right choice.
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I find it a little humorous when subs capitalize their name, and Dom's leave their name lowercase. Seems like a conflict there.
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| Age: 37 |
| Brighton,
United Kingdom |
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