[Tuesday] i got nothing

[filingo]

Just got back from four heavy, heavy nights in Ibiza. Average per night spend? £500.

Fuck.

It was worth it though. Work is super fun today.

Some of my mates were in ibiza for some festival

Did you sleep with any Australians mate

downs got laid?

[Lallante]

come to think of it I did see a fat man being given a blowjob by someone who looked a lot like ctrlchris

[Jason Marshall]

getting in on this

Do american buses really have a sign saying not to bring guns onboard?

Do you need to ask that question?

Its a legal thing. If its posted it makes any case stronger and you can add a few extra charges.

[ctrlchris]

come to think of it I did see a fat man being given a blowjob by someone who looked a lot like ctrlchris

I can confirm that was me
I am gay irl

[Lallante]

come to think of it I did see a fat man being given a blowjob by someone who looked a lot like ctrlchris

I can confirm that was me
I am gay irl

Only when on drugs m8.

[filingo]

come to think of it I did see a fat man being given a blowjob by someone who looked a lot like ctrlchris

I can confirm that was me
I am gay irl

Only when on drugs m8.

oh if he was on drugs then its not gay

[Dirk Magnum]

I just saw Bryce Dallas Howard naked in something called 'Manderlay' (2005.) My life is slightly less empty now.

[Spart]

It constantly amazes me that mechanics can know so little about cars. Went to pick up my car from the mechanics today. They tell me that there has been a problem with the sound system, and they don't know how to make it work. 5 minutes later the guy knew how to change a fuse. So painfully stupid. Yea, it's not a stock sound system, so he wouldn't be used to it, but seriously, there is gigantic red wire coming out of the battery, which goes for about 2 inches before leading into a clear case that holds a very visible fuse in it.

Oh well, was kind of amusing, and at least I have my own car back.

Also, working week starts for me tomorrow, Monday Tuesday was my weekend. Just two more weeks and then I'm on my training course for 1 week, which is barely work.

[Maximillian]

It is now Tuesday and I am still savouring the after-glow of a costly yet deeply satisfying victory for male kind.

All relationships with the female of the species will eventually enter a phase known as "we don't communicate conundrum". Or as my partner puts it "you never ask how my day was".

Why would I ask? I assume that if there was something of import or amusement that occurred during your day that you would tell me dearest. You don't ask me how my day was because I will tell you where necessary. Did I feel the need to unload on you the fact that I finally got off my arse and filled in that stupid 57 page ABS Business Intentions survey?

I thought I had the communication issued covered? Don't I sit hunched and dejected making occasional grunts of affirmation while trying to watch TV out of the corner of my eye while you verbalise in vast detail all the horrors of your sister's failing marriage and you mother's endless health problems (which could be partly fixed by stuff down less food and alcohol you know)?

What more do you need from me?

For some reason I possess a deep self-destructive streak, an Anglo-Saxon desire to die fighting some monster. As mythical monsters are in short supply the fairer sex will have to suffice.

Last weekend I adequately discharged my male duties and hence was rewarded with conjugal rights. I have found that to - how to put this politely - to get the bitch off on the dick one must get her off with the mouth first. So I begin the administration of oral pleasure, waiting, watching for the precise moment to strike.

All the signs are there, orgasm is imminent. So suddenly I stop and in my most conversational of voice ask "So Honey how was your day?"

[ctrlchris]

come to think of it I did see a fat man being given a blowjob by someone who looked a lot like ctrlchris

I can confirm that was me
I am gay irl

Only when on drugs m8.

oh if he was on drugs then its not gay

Its only gay if your sober

It is now Tuesday and I am still savouring the after-glow of a costly yet deeply satisfying victory for male kind.

All relationships with the female of the species will eventually enter a phase known as "we don't communicate conundrum". Or as my partner puts it "you never ask how my day was".

Why would I ask? I assume that if there was something of import or amusement that occurred during your day that you would tell me dearest. You don't ask me how my day was because I will tell you where necessary. Did I feel the need to unload on you the fact that I finally got off my arse and filled in that stupid 57 page ABS Business Intentions survey?

I thought I had the communication issued covered? Don't I sit hunched and dejected making occasional grunts of affirmation while trying to watch TV out of the corner of my eye while you verbalise in vast detail all the horrors of your sister's failing marriage and you mother's endless health problems (which could be partly fixed by stuff down less food and alcohol you know)?

What more do you need from me?

For some reason I possess a deep self-destructive streak, an Anglo-Saxon desire to die fighting some monster. As mythical monsters are in short supply the fairer sex will have to suffice.

Last weekend I adequately discharged my male duties and hence was rewarded with conjugal rights. I have found that to - how to put this politely - to get the bitch off on the dick one must get her off with the mouth first. So I begin the administration of oral pleasure, waiting, watching for the precise moment to strike.

All the signs are there, orgasm is imminent. So suddenly I stop and in my most conversational of voice ask "So Honey how was your day?"

Would read again

[Ralara]

come to think of it I did see a fat man being given a blowjob by someone who looked a lot like ctrlchris

I can confirm that was me
I am gay irl

Only when on drugs m8.

oh if he was on drugs then its not gay

Its only gay if your sober

so what is it when i do it drunk?

[Lallante]

It is now Tuesday and I am still savouring the after-glow of a costly yet deeply satisfying victory for male kind.

All relationships with the female of the species will eventually enter a phase known as "we don't communicate conundrum". Or as my partner puts it "you never ask how my day was".

Why would I ask? I assume that if there was something of import or amusement that occurred during your day that you would tell me dearest. You don't ask me how my day was because I will tell you where necessary. Did I feel the need to unload on you the fact that I finally got off my arse and filled in that stupid 57 page ABS Business Intentions survey?

I thought I had the communication issued covered? Don't I sit hunched and dejected making occasional grunts of affirmation while trying to watch TV out of the corner of my eye while you verbalise in vast detail all the horrors of your sister's failing marriage and you mother's endless health problems (which could be partly fixed by stuff down less food and alcohol you know)?

What more do you need from me?

For some reason I possess a deep self-destructive streak, an Anglo-Saxon desire to die fighting some monster. As mythical monsters are in short supply the fairer sex will have to suffice.

Last weekend I adequately discharged my male duties and hence was rewarded with conjugal rights. I have found that to - how to put this politely - to get the bitch off on the dick one must get her off with the mouth first. So I begin the administration of oral pleasure, waiting, watching for the precise moment to strike.

All the signs are there, orgasm is imminent. So suddenly I stop and in my most conversational of voice ask "So Honey how was your day?"

Mate no offence but you are totally in the wrong here. Also you are being a dick, although that is quite funny.

Your post reminds me of a mate of mine who got dumped from a long term relationship that he thought was permenant. Among the reasons were that he basically never complimented his gf or expressed how he felt. In his view, those things "didn't need saying, they were obvious".

That's just bullshit. A large part of being in a really good relationship is about making the other person feel awesome, and a big part of that is saying the right thing at the right time. You literally can't tell someone how awesome they look or how much you love them often enough.

[filingo]

come to think of it I did see a fat man being given a blowjob by someone who looked a lot like ctrlchris

I can confirm that was me
I am gay irl

Only when on drugs m8.

oh if he was on drugs then its not gay

Its only gay if your sober

so what is it when i do it drunk?

whatever you want me to be

[Stoffl]

Just got back from four heavy, heavy nights in Ibiza. Average per night spend? £500.

Fuck.

It was worth it though. Work is super fun today.

chav

San Antonio is where the Chavs go. Ibiza town, Pascha, Space, Km5, DC10 etc is too expensive for them.

posh cunt

[Lallante]

I'm so badly in debt now. It all went on credit card.

[ctrlchris]

come to think of it I did see a fat man being given a blowjob by someone who looked a lot like ctrlchris

I can confirm that was me
I am gay irl

Only when on drugs m8.

oh if he was on drugs then its not gay

Its only gay if your sober

so what is it when i do it drunk?

whatever you want me to be

Its straight mate, obviously.

[Lallante]

oh if he was on drugs then its not gay

Its only gay if your sober

so what is it when i do it drunk?

whatever you want me to be

Its straight mate, obviously.

Its staight provided you cry salty tears of shame afterwards.

[ctrlchris]

oh if he was on drugs then its not gay

Its only gay if your sober

so what is it when i do it drunk?

whatever you want me to be

Its straight mate, obviously.

Its staight provided you cry salty tears of shame afterwards.

And carve a crucifix into your cock after every time as penance

[Cheese nippels]

Day 2.
Went to university, still not sure how one of my lecturers got his job, he attempted to use a white board eraser as a mouse not once, but three times, obviously enough that people started losing their shit. (Dat professionalism)

Continued hunt for magikarp, may have found something that the internet doesn't have, i'm probably just a bad though.

Also what kind of weird arse guy made up discrete mathematics, I mean, who thinks "hmm, that sentence was pretty easy to understand in basic english, i'll try write it again with math!"
Derp

[halbarad]

It is now Tuesday and I am still savouring the after-glow of a costly yet deeply satisfying victory for male kind.

All relationships with the female of the species will eventually enter a phase known as "we don't communicate conundrum". Or as my partner puts it "you never ask how my day was".

Why would I ask? I assume that if there was something of import or amusement that occurred during your day that you would tell me dearest. You don't ask me how my day was because I will tell you where necessary. Did I feel the need to unload on you the fact that I finally got off my arse and filled in that stupid 57 page ABS Business Intentions survey?

I thought I had the communication issued covered? Don't I sit hunched and dejected making occasional grunts of affirmation while trying to watch TV out of the corner of my eye while you verbalise in vast detail all the horrors of your sister's failing marriage and you mother's endless health problems (which could be partly fixed by stuff down less food and alcohol you know)?

What more do you need from me?

For some reason I possess a deep self-destructive streak, an Anglo-Saxon desire to die fighting some monster. As mythical monsters are in short supply the fairer sex will have to suffice.

Last weekend I adequately discharged my male duties and hence was rewarded with conjugal rights. I have found that to - how to put this politely - to get the bitch off on the dick one must get her off with the mouth first. So I begin the administration of oral pleasure, waiting, watching for the precise moment to strike.

All the signs are there, orgasm is imminent. So suddenly I stop and in my most conversational of voice ask "So Honey how was your day?"

Pretty awesome idea but you've got to remember that she will get you back for this, and it will be much much worse.