Oh ans thanks for reminding me the only girl i ever loved is 31 now and re married some dude with his own kid. Good to know shes banging the hell out of him. Eh **** it. Time to pron.
LOLWUT? Sorry to disapoint you but, no I have not done that. I don't think that's as normal as you think it is. If anyone else has finished all over their face and chest, please step forward. I'm not just out there free faping. I actually make sure I have something to "capture the poison" when I'm climaxing and it's not my chest or face. In fact, I think most people go out there way and make sure that doesn't happen. 2. Umm there is something called a paper towel. Use that and it's easily disposable. 3. Lol whatever makes you feel better bro. You cant help but finish all over your chest and face but can go directly into a water bottle with no problems? Weirdo.
Freaking weirdos up in here If you really MUST fap, do it in the shower. So much easier. No mess, and you feel clean afterwards.
That's more gross than the ****ing sink. I actually wipe and clean it up. In the shower, you just hope the water washes it away. But, it ****ing sticks and clings and you're left with dried up j*zz that didn't wash away.
It's not like im sitting there trying to give myself facials. I sleep naked so i when i want to settle my morning wood. I don't want to stand up and go shower and then do it. I want the laptop next to me and jerk while it's happening and i'm laying in bed. **** memory. It's there in front of me and i'm gonna c*m at the same time he does. It just so happens that i sometimes overshoot and hit my face. I'm not opening my mouth. I'm not putting my face forward. It just happens sometimes. I laugh to myself when it happens, i don't get turned on or anything. It's hilarious at the time. You almost feel proud at the length of your shot. You say you have something to capture the poison. Wth do you think im doing by shooting into an empty water bottle? Same thing man...
Maybe someone should start another thread. Listing the rules and guidelines of of what we are trying to accomplish. Whoever want to participate can list there start dates and feedback. What do y'all think?
Love is fleeting. p***y comes in a lot of different packages. Stop moping and jerking off into water bottles and better yourself. Learn a language, play an instrument, master a skill. Find your passion. Here we all are, spinning on a one in a trillion chance rock that sustains us. All of us cosmic lottery winners, being able to break free from impossible odds into existence. Every day we should congratulate each other on making it here. How strange, how wonderful, how impossible, how unfathomable. We are all marvels of all creation that overcame the insurmountable deficit to be here, posting on a message board about how boring and dull our lives are. Look at a stranger today and picture them as a fellow champion, for humanity is a fraternity of the impossible, and each and every one of us is a miracle of science. Now get off your ass and reform yourself.
How does one find a passion? I know 2 languages. WTH do i with a 3rd? I tried learning the guitar. Was terrible and it hurts my fingers. I can't sing. I can draw, but not good enough. I can't dance. I kinda wish i would try acting. But, i'm too afraid of people and how they see me. I can't write. My penis hardly works anymore so i can't do p*rn. Even so, it's too small. I can't race cars or fly planes with my DWI. I always dreamed of being a soldier as a child. I did the military thing and it's not for me. I can't work at NASA, b/c i'm not smart. I can't direct or work on films/sets b/c i don't have connections. I can't build things. I can't design things. I don't how to get busy living. I don't know how to get busy dying. I'm here and yet not.
You've already put in major work at figuring it out by figuring out what you can't do. The sculptor removes the pieces that don't fit to reveal the final product. Keep removing that which doesn't fit.
Yes Neil deGrasse Tyson. I want to. But, i don't know how. I'm no longer the active and adventurous stud i was in my late teens and early 20's I'm just a fat slob who wasn't worth it to the woman i gave my heart to. I jerk off to disgusting p*rn every day. I lay in bed unemployed checking clutchfans every day. I have a treadmill, but i don't care to use it. I can't afford to eat healthy anyway. So dollar menu every meal negates exercise. Last night i spanked the **** out of cat for ****ting in his litter box and not covering it up. I feel i took my pathetic rage out on his poor little booty and now he looks scared of me and avoids me. I cried myself to sleep thinking about how my cousin in Mexico beat a cat to death in front of me as a child and then fed the cat to these viscous dogs. If i could strike my kitty for a petty thing, i could strike my woman for leaving hair everywhere in the shower.
And if all is removed? What is a man without purpose? I might as well go back to the military except make it more of a challenge to myself like joining the French Foreign Legion. And maybe i will tell them i'm not sure it's right to kill for the reasons they tell me and they will send me to a god fearing man to tell me why it's right as the Marine Corps did. GOD, country, corps. There's nothing really out here for me but p*rn and junk food and fat sluts. I wish i could live my days on some beach, but who doesn't? I let my dreams be dreams a long time ago.
