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Originally posted by LordShiva
How often does she use that excuse?
How often does she use that excuse?
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Seriously, that's not even a real reason, it's just squeamishness. It's like saying "I couldn't possibly go for a pee - my boyfriend's in there taking a shower"."lol internet" ~ AAHZ -
I wouldn't go for a pee if some guy was taking a shower either.DISCLAIMER: the author of the above written texts does not warrant or assume any legal liability or responsibility for any offence and insult; disrespect, arrogance and related forms of demeaning behaviour; discrimination based on race, gender, age, income class, body mass, living area, political voting-record, football fan-ship and musical preference; insensitivity towards material, emotional or spiritual distress; and attempted emotional or financial black-mailing, skirt-chasing or death-threats perceived by the reader of the said written texts.Comment
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why not?
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It can take a little getting used to, but I'm going to have to agree with you.Originally posted by Alinestra Covelia
Seriously, that's not even a real reason, it's just squeamishness. It's like saying "I couldn't possibly go for a pee - my boyfriend's in there taking a shower".Click here if you're having trouble sleeping.
"We confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no large ones." - François de La RochefoucauldComment
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He'd be too turned on.Originally posted by b etor
why not?
THEY!!111 OMG WTF LOL LET DA NOMADS AND TEH S3D3NTARY PEOPLA BOTH MAEK BITER AXP3REINCES
AND TEH GRAAT SINS OF THERE [DOCTRINAL] INOVATIONS BQU3ATH3D SMAL
AND!!1!11!!! LOL JUST IN CAES A DISPUTANT CALS U 2 DISPUT3 ABOUT THEYRE CLAMES
DO NOT THAN DISPUT3 ON THEM 3XCAPT BY WAY OF AN 3XTARNAL DISPUTA!!!!11!! WTFComment
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Agreed as well. Unfortunately, the wife is squeamish.Originally posted by Lorizael
It can take a little getting used to, but I'm going to have to agree with you.
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The trick isn't to break some eggs to make an omelette, it's convincing the eggs to break themselves in order to aspire to omelettehood.Comment
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THEY!!111 OMG WTF LOL LET DA NOMADS AND TEH S3D3NTARY PEOPLA BOTH MAEK BITER AXP3REINCES
AND TEH GRAAT SINS OF THERE [DOCTRINAL] INOVATIONS BQU3ATH3D SMAL
AND!!1!11!!! LOL JUST IN CAES A DISPUTANT CALS U 2 DISPUT3 ABOUT THEYRE CLAMES
DO NOT THAN DISPUT3 ON THEM 3XCAPT BY WAY OF AN 3XTARNAL DISPUTA!!!!11!! WTFComment
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grog want tank...Grog Want Tank... GROG WANT TANK!
The trick isn't to break some eggs to make an omelette, it's convincing the eggs to break themselves in order to aspire to omelettehood.Comment
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Dude like no. I blew someone else cause they paid for the cab ride. That's respectable like.Originally posted by OzzyKP
You blew a cabbie cause you were out of cash? Wow.
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If paying for dinner counts then yes. If only paying directly, then no.
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Er, no...You just wasted six ... no, seven ... seconds of your life reading this sentence.Comment
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Re: Have You Ever Banged For Money?
Hookers are great, you have sex with them and then kill them to get your money back. I learned this from video games.Originally posted by Darius871
A hooker just rang my bell and it lead me to create this addition to Apolyton's collection of bizzare threads
Only feebs vote.Comment
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There was one time in Britain I was in a relationship that was starting to turn sour (suffice it to say that particular boyfriend had a bit of a "chemical dependency" shall we say) and his cousin dropped by from Belgium to see him. The cousin saw me and flirted like crazy and dropped his business card in my pocket. He'd written a date which corresponded to a Bank Holiday weekend.
So I called him back and we agreed I'd go to Belgium that weekend, but we kept it secret from the guy I was dating. I spent most of the weekend in a very nice hotel, and when I wasn't having orgiastic sex with my host, I was out and about visiting museums in Antwerp.
On Monday night just as I was heading back to the train station, the guy gives me an envelope full of cash.
It was a very weird feeling. Here I was thinking it was my own free choice and then with a single flourish he makes me feel like a hooker.
I ended up keeping the money. Whatever it was he had wanted, he'd already gotten from me without having to pay a penny. I'm not sure what he would have accomplished handing over money post facto. Certainly the money hadn't been part of my motivation when I went to Belgium.
Dammit, I'm still not sure what to think about that. I know I'm definitely not proud of it.
"lol internet" ~ AAHZComment
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Think of it as covering travel expenses.
He was probably trying (albeit clumsily) to assuage his guilt at stealing his cousin's girl.Comment
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cheating on someone with their cousin, getting paid to do it, and you'reOriginally posted by Alinestra Covelia
There was one time in Britain I was in a relationship that was starting to turn sour (suffice it to say that particular boyfriend had a bit of a "chemical dependency" shall we say) and his cousin dropped by from Belgium to see him. The cousin saw me and flirted like crazy and dropped his business card in my pocket. He'd written a date which corresponded to a Bank Holiday weekend.
So I called him back and we agreed I'd go to Belgium that weekend, but we kept it secret from the guy I was dating. I spent most of the weekend in a very nice hotel, and when I wasn't having orgiastic sex with my host, I was out and about visiting museums in Antwerp.
On Monday night just as I was heading back to the train station, the guy gives me an envelope full of cash.
It was a very weird feeling. Here I was thinking it was my own free choice and then with a single flourish he makes me feel like a hooker.
I ended up keeping the money. Whatever it was he had wanted, he'd already gotten from me without having to pay a penny. I'm not sure what he would have accomplished handing over money post facto. Certainly the money hadn't been part of my motivation when I went to Belgium.
Dammit, I'm still not sure what to think about that. I know I'm definitely not proud of it.
about it? how much did you get? 
did the dude you were dating find out about it?Comment
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