There is a direct inverse correlation between how self-absorbed someone is and how self-aware they are.
The random thoughts thread!
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So, comming off the end of my birthday week, I feel like I really out thotted myself. I thought that I'd Thot the thotiest at thirty, but I thotted through all the other thots, and ascended to thottacular levels. And where else should I thrust my knew accolades, but the Random Thot thread.
I can only assume that's a typo in the title.
Anywho, needs for STI checks asside, has anyone else noticed that the new Tay Tay video looks a bit like Destiny 2? (Keep in mind, Ive not played it, and I barely played the first.)
I can only assume that's a typo in the title.
Anywho, needs for STI checks asside, has anyone else noticed that the new Tay Tay video looks a bit like Destiny 2? (Keep in mind, Ive not played it, and I barely played the first.)
Came home from the store to find my apartment building surrounded by the local fire department. Thought I was fvcked.
There was a fire on the 2nd floor below me and they got it under control. Still weird though the windows are still open to let out the smoke smell.
I'm glad it wasn't on my floor; the second floor still reeks of smoke.
There was a fire on the 2nd floor below me and they got it under control. Still weird though the windows are still open to let out the smoke smell.
I'm glad it wasn't on my floor; the second floor still reeks of smoke.
So, awhile ago, I made a chocolate ripple cake and I had some left over chocolate cookies. I had a brilliant idea of crushing them up and sprinkling them all over some ice cream, and wouldn't you know it, but it was beautiful!
The crunchy chocolate texture sang with the velvet of the cream... Heavenly!
So I post my revelation and pioneering efforts on twitter, only to find out that apparently every arsehole in the world already knew about this, but kept it to themselves.
Fast forward to last night, I had some left over chocolate mud-cake from a dinner party, and the ends were getting a bit crusty, and I figure if it worked for cookies, it should work for stale cake.
And voila, Amazeballs with awesome-sauce all over it.
I again post to Twitter my revelation of cake and ice cream going together as an amazing combination, expecting to win an international peace prize after I utilise my new recipe to get Israel and Palestine to chill out, and what do I discover?
Ever fugtoid in the world already knew that cake and ice-cream are amazing together.
I hate you all!
The crunchy chocolate texture sang with the velvet of the cream... Heavenly!
So I post my revelation and pioneering efforts on twitter, only to find out that apparently every arsehole in the world already knew about this, but kept it to themselves.
Fast forward to last night, I had some left over chocolate mud-cake from a dinner party, and the ends were getting a bit crusty, and I figure if it worked for cookies, it should work for stale cake.
And voila, Amazeballs with awesome-sauce all over it.
I again post to Twitter my revelation of cake and ice cream going together as an amazing combination, expecting to win an international peace prize after I utilise my new recipe to get Israel and Palestine to chill out, and what do I discover?
Ever fugtoid in the world already knew that cake and ice-cream are amazing together.
I hate you all!
21 years ago today, 5 bastions of hope shed their glory upon the world, in the form of "Wannabe..."
(And yes, I know that gif is from Say You'll be There, but it was only around that time that Mel C wasn't looking like a junkie.)
(And yes, I know that gif is from Say You'll be There, but it was only around that time that Mel C wasn't looking like a junkie.)
I once performed surgury on my penis.
In January of 2015 during one of my many tugathons i found a small soft lump on the left side of my shaft below the skin.
Im a little scared and searched online for others with similar ailments, couldnt find any images like it but apparently malignant things of this nature are hard and my lump was soft and spongey.
The closest thing i found was that it could be somekind of cluster of whatever bits are in the dick and was harmless and likely caused by too much masturbation.
Anyways i lived with it for over 6 months but it didnt shrink or grow. I pierced it with needles expecting to maybe expell some foreign substance like a boil, I even wore a tourniquet to restrict the blood flow and have it drop off ...all i got was a nasty string burn.
After a 3 hour sex session with a huge breasted brunette i became self conscious of it as she brought it up during oral.
I told her it was a nerve bundle and would disappear.
Anyway around August i got pissed off with it and resigned to take care of it myself.
I purchased a scalpal off ebay and a skin numbing cream (used for tattoos) and resigned myself to fix it.
As i figured anything could go wrong, i left it til Friday night to give me the weekend to recover.
I took about 10 paracetemol and applied the numbing cream and waited about half an hour. The Breakfast Club was on TV at the time.
I psyched myself up 2 or 3 times and pussied out 2 or 3 times. Finally i made a horizontal incision. I didnt feel much pain, whether it was the pills, numbing agent or shock of slicing into ones c*** i dont know. There was blood,a sticky trickle but it exposed the area underneath.
Im not sure what it was but it appeared to be some form of growth, i knew at this point if i didnt deal with it now, when would I?
Using a marble coaster i managed to position the growth against a hard surface and after 2 or 3 slices, i severed it from the rest of me. I planned to keep it to examine it, but i think it got lost with the bloody tissue.
In shock that i had gotton through it, i stumbled to the bathroom, bleeding slightly along the way and got in the shower. I stayed there as the water cleaned the wound and eventually the bleeding stopped.
I applied an anti bacterial cream to the area and sealed it with superglue.
I was walking fine the next day and the wound had already begun to close. I applied antibacterial cream to it every 3 hours (i was terrified an infection would cause me to lose my c***)
After a week it had fully healed, there was some trace lump i could feel under the skin for a few months afterwards, but this disappeared eventually.
Never told anyone until now.
I don't even have a scar ......and that Jimmy is why when Grampa says "You have no idea what im capable of" ...he aint lyin'
In January of 2015 during one of my many tugathons i found a small soft lump on the left side of my shaft below the skin.
Im a little scared and searched online for others with similar ailments, couldnt find any images like it but apparently malignant things of this nature are hard and my lump was soft and spongey.
The closest thing i found was that it could be somekind of cluster of whatever bits are in the dick and was harmless and likely caused by too much masturbation.
Anyways i lived with it for over 6 months but it didnt shrink or grow. I pierced it with needles expecting to maybe expell some foreign substance like a boil, I even wore a tourniquet to restrict the blood flow and have it drop off ...all i got was a nasty string burn.
After a 3 hour sex session with a huge breasted brunette i became self conscious of it as she brought it up during oral.
I told her it was a nerve bundle and would disappear.
Anyway around August i got pissed off with it and resigned to take care of it myself.
I purchased a scalpal off ebay and a skin numbing cream (used for tattoos) and resigned myself to fix it.
As i figured anything could go wrong, i left it til Friday night to give me the weekend to recover.
I took about 10 paracetemol and applied the numbing cream and waited about half an hour. The Breakfast Club was on TV at the time.
I psyched myself up 2 or 3 times and pussied out 2 or 3 times. Finally i made a horizontal incision. I didnt feel much pain, whether it was the pills, numbing agent or shock of slicing into ones c*** i dont know. There was blood,a sticky trickle but it exposed the area underneath.
Im not sure what it was but it appeared to be some form of growth, i knew at this point if i didnt deal with it now, when would I?
Using a marble coaster i managed to position the growth against a hard surface and after 2 or 3 slices, i severed it from the rest of me. I planned to keep it to examine it, but i think it got lost with the bloody tissue.
In shock that i had gotton through it, i stumbled to the bathroom, bleeding slightly along the way and got in the shower. I stayed there as the water cleaned the wound and eventually the bleeding stopped.
I applied an anti bacterial cream to the area and sealed it with superglue.
I was walking fine the next day and the wound had already begun to close. I applied antibacterial cream to it every 3 hours (i was terrified an infection would cause me to lose my c***)
After a week it had fully healed, there was some trace lump i could feel under the skin for a few months afterwards, but this disappeared eventually.
Never told anyone until now.
I don't even have a scar ......and that Jimmy is why when Grampa says "You have no idea what im capable of" ...he aint lyin'
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The Breakfast Club was the perfect film for it. Judd Nelson wouldn't go to no foo' doctor!
The story did induce some mild post-traumatic flashbacks in me a bit though. I had a really traumatic experience that was rather similar...
I too have marble coasters, and they were super beautiful. They were a crisp white, with a grey vein and speckles of gold, and were the perfect accompaniment for the wineglasses I had at the time with a white wicked stem.
One of my friends brought her complete reject of a boyfriend with her to my Christmas drinks, where everyone gets smashed after enduring their family for the day, and this bloke ended up especially messy.
Amongst the tables were antipasto and cheese boards, and the complete drongo of a bloke, used the cheese knife in some magical way, that he ended up slicing half of his nail, and the nail bed itself completely off his index finger. With a cheese knife!
He then used pretty much every clean towel in the house, while putting pressure on his finger until he ended up leaving/dying (at that point, I didn't care which. He had blood all over the towels I had spent years stealing from hotels! No respect!).
In the chaos and the blur of getting absolutely s***faced, I passed out at some point and didn't clean my house until the next morning, at which point it was too late for alarm, or resorting to emergency action.
One of my beautiful marble coasters was covered in blood.
Thinking that the dishwasher would be enough to clean it easily, I was in for a rude awakening.
It was stained pink on the top and sides.
I tried everything to clean it, short of soaking it in lemon juice. Not only was I hung over to Winehouse proportions, but I began to realise the humiliating fact, that I would only have 11 usuable coasters from the set.
It took me the entire week to bravely muster up the courage to let people come over for drinks again, and I was hosting post-New Years champagne breakfast.
I asked the girl how her boyfriend was with his finger, giving me thechance to segue to the trajedy of the coaster. She waffled on for 10 minutes about their experience at the hospital, and how he was too drunk for them to give him pain killers.
Finally, I heroically shared with them my loss.
Instead of recognition for my pain, she just said "Oh well, better a coaster than a finger Belly."
That Christmas, not only did I lose 3 extra large white bath sheets, a bunch of wine glasses... But also a friend.
And more importantly, a white marble coaster.
The story did induce some mild post-traumatic flashbacks in me a bit though. I had a really traumatic experience that was rather similar...
I too have marble coasters, and they were super beautiful. They were a crisp white, with a grey vein and speckles of gold, and were the perfect accompaniment for the wineglasses I had at the time with a white wicked stem.
One of my friends brought her complete reject of a boyfriend with her to my Christmas drinks, where everyone gets smashed after enduring their family for the day, and this bloke ended up especially messy.
Amongst the tables were antipasto and cheese boards, and the complete drongo of a bloke, used the cheese knife in some magical way, that he ended up slicing half of his nail, and the nail bed itself completely off his index finger. With a cheese knife!
He then used pretty much every clean towel in the house, while putting pressure on his finger until he ended up leaving/dying (at that point, I didn't care which. He had blood all over the towels I had spent years stealing from hotels! No respect!).
In the chaos and the blur of getting absolutely s***faced, I passed out at some point and didn't clean my house until the next morning, at which point it was too late for alarm, or resorting to emergency action.
One of my beautiful marble coasters was covered in blood.
Thinking that the dishwasher would be enough to clean it easily, I was in for a rude awakening.
It was stained pink on the top and sides.
I tried everything to clean it, short of soaking it in lemon juice. Not only was I hung over to Winehouse proportions, but I began to realise the humiliating fact, that I would only have 11 usuable coasters from the set.
It took me the entire week to bravely muster up the courage to let people come over for drinks again, and I was hosting post-New Years champagne breakfast.
I asked the girl how her boyfriend was with his finger, giving me thechance to segue to the trajedy of the coaster. She waffled on for 10 minutes about their experience at the hospital, and how he was too drunk for them to give him pain killers.
Finally, I heroically shared with them my loss.
Instead of recognition for my pain, she just said "Oh well, better a coaster than a finger Belly."
That Christmas, not only did I lose 3 extra large white bath sheets, a bunch of wine glasses... But also a friend.
And more importantly, a white marble coaster.
I find myself oddly impressed by this story. Bravo sir.
A house in my town has a Christmas Light Cross.
Are they celebrating Christmas and Easter at the same time?
Are they celebrating Christmas and Easter at the same time?
To be fair, they have been showing Christmas shows on TV since Thanksgiving. I think anything is fair game these days.
My regular work truck broke down and I had to borrow the Manual 10 Speed lol.
I haven't driven stick shift in a while so I was a little rusty on it.
I haven't driven stick shift in a while so I was a little rusty on it.
Christmas Tech support Lula.
Every year I help my parents with their TV and sort out the mixed up connections. I just helped switch out their old Sony Plasma for a modern flat screen including hooking up their VCR to the RCA connections. I don't even know what they still watch on video tape.
So far, amazingly I haven't been tapped to work on my dad's laptop.
Every year I help my parents with their TV and sort out the mixed up connections. I just helped switch out their old Sony Plasma for a modern flat screen including hooking up their VCR to the RCA connections. I don't even know what they still watch on video tape.
So far, amazingly I haven't been tapped to work on my dad's laptop.
Merry Xmas lovers! I hope you get what you want.
And don't forget the true meaning of Christmas... Getting s*** that you can re-gift for the next 12 months.
