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| LADIES: Have U ever been in a wet t-shirt contest? I was, in my younger days. As U know when you're wet and chilly the nipples pop out? Well I put STARS in that area and a HUNK wanted to remove those STARS. I told him, not to touch the merchantise. Hee Hee. |
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| What makes spongebob so sexy? I just LOVE spongebob like hell. I've been watching spongy since i was 8 yrs old. Do you agree that spongy is one wet, soft & delicious looking hunk? |
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| Please read this and give me some feedback, I'm feeling depressed.? Tried and I've tried, but can't figure it out, Why everthing I do, ,just makes me pout. Meaningless gestures, as people go by, deep down inside, no idea that I cry. Lost and alone and completely gone stale, the only thing good in my life...a gorgeous female. Good times there are none, they're all in the past Sometimes I wonder why I've even last. Clever abandon, I ignore all of life, the only one I care for would be my wife. Timessless passing the rest of the day, Most times I feel like a hunk of wet clay. Time passing by, my life gone in a blur When I step off this earth, the wind it will stir. Try to remember the times that we shared, Everyone tells me that all of you cared.. Passing these days with only remorse, All of my papers together, of course. Good bye to the wars and the petulant fools, /. The diaudid I took, it's over, my mouth only drool. "I give up" |
| Hopeless and too sad, but an excellent poem.The first and last stanzas are my favorite. Get those bad ideas out of your troubled head! I'd hate to think what would come of you if you ever lost your wife. |
| Who's the hottest? I saw previews for a new show I think it was called '3 Hunky Studs Save the World" let me check.. Oh wait, its called 'Planet in Peril' on CNN. 3 hot hunks forego their cushy desk jobs and are willing to sweat in front of a camera for the ladies .. oops I mean to inform the public of issues our planet is facing. I think combining a wet t-shirt contest with their collective knowledge is a great way to bring more awareness to the plight of the environment. But on to the important issue: Who is the Hunkiest? Who will be crowned Envirostud of the Decade? Ladies, who of these 3 educated hunks is most likely to 'melt your glacier'. 1) Anderson Cooper 2) Sanjay Gupta 3) Jeff Corwin |
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| The time is nigh for "another imitation poem from dlp" hope you had fun -i did here's a recap? DYNASTY PLINASTY dynasty plinasty-- boring buffalos salute the salimander. baboons,buffoons, rule the work lizard. will the scale male parade it's green and gold in utter abandon? With it's teeth and slime and parking meters sublime-- and make claim to it's birthright in space and time? CLOVER OF DOVER Hover sweet Heather, over the clover, under the thunder of the insect dragon. Heal sweet Heather, heal the hurt, remove the dirt from my beer sausage; from my wretched, twisted and demented circuitry. "Bring me my hot dog" my dear Debbie moans. Morbid sighs, silken thighs, conceal the African butterfly. "Buffy, Buffy , roughy toughy" the bit*h barks to her demanding dog friend. "Buffy,Buffy, I'v had enoughy!" Painted lips, spill over hospital white. Chunks and hunks. Flotsam and jetsam of yesterdays lunch. "Shaddap Shaddap!" her gray head shakes, quivers and quakes, dispelling myths of flying flakes. dispersing moths, displaying snakes. THE DIPLOMAT The thick chair cups the fat as^ of the pencil cop. The meeting is adjourned but he is once again Lincoln Continental safe. "Darling will you rub my leg?" he begs as his pink lips abandon the spittle of his own helplessness. Fat turned to wax. He slides between the sheets of their king size double-cyrpt; only to find the mannequin gone. RENUNCIATION ATTEMPT Never shall I wade Never shall I slip-into the depths. Into the ooze Into the warm anesthetic flow of self ingratiation. Of fetid tumultuous narcissism. Nor shall i venture into the arenas; Into those meat rending- chambers of razor- tongued, blunt- brained image brokers. Rather that the screeching, grunting warthogs and the jackals of the underworld should feast upon my stinking flesh; Rather that they should feast. SUBTERRANEAN METAPHOR. Somnambulant visions persist despite the wakeful vigilance of hyper-cortical omni-luminosity. A splendid foolishness bursts forth. The rich red flowing fire of neglected and abandoned desire ignites the mind to far flung spasms Primal monsters grunt and screech. Vertical walls of wet stone echo from the abyss,the drunken violence of a tortured soul.Yet the cool liquids of aquamarine, azure blue and malachite green can slake the thirst and silence the scream. Then put to rest the somnambulant dream. MINOR ANTHROPOMORPHIC RELAPSE The shoreline was cluttered with stones. And with each retreating wave the mass of rounded forms, clicking and clacking would rise in thunderous applause... Please no doubt that someone paused to take notice A POEM TO COMMEMORATE MY GRADUATION Onward and upward Forward and forward Inward and outward So the light of reason is cast. Only to fall upon and scatter and loose itself in the masterfully incoherent cognitive refuse. Thus in paths obverted,everted,subverted and outraged, decipherable only by hallucinatory and encrypted minds so it travels. Thus the pedestrian is assaulted Behold how his peppered mind reels! How his thirst for the absurd is sated. And how he too seeks refuge in incomprehensibility TERMINOLOGY FOR THE ABSOLUTE All is nothing..... Nothing is all.... "Is" is "is" And "is" is "is not" For "is not" is "is not" And vice versa. Or versa vice. For versa vice is its own Vice versa. UNTITLED Blithering, Yes blithering, I am exhumed from the tangled morass of mundane delusions. Sweetly I am kissed by the ego-alien. Megalomaniac. Independent of the will, he offers to fulfill the half crazed animus who braves this world. So twist me gently My thrashing whip master. And twist me again! EIGHT 8 = 8 = 8 = SCORPIONS Wander past Past wandering Past the prunes of my tarantula garden. Boat orange and lemon splatter the legs of the beast. Clean claws Injection complete. Random attacks the sweet order of thought. TOTAL APOCALYPSE Quivering thighs rescue the belching god-dammit of the iron donkey. Purpose intervenes in the convention of sea sponges. Why am I victimized in the attack of the thought purple? Didn't the pebble grinder get his fair share of words? Did the queen turkey bite the shine of the cop-insect's buckle? Or was it just the dawning of a new apocalypse? |
| It is not the content that bothers me but the formatting, as it comes off more like disjointed thoughts than a cohesive river of consciousness |
| How is this chapter of by book? ok, what happened was that Summer, the main character, went on a roller coaster that broke down and she got scared and suddenly moved it down. (telekinesis) she could also read and sent people thoughts. oh yeah, Elliot is this thing/person in her head that just talks to her. nothing special. here's is the aftermath of the incident. Elliot and I talked about the previous day for a while, after he recovered from my push. I sat in my room, the ceiling fan was on and rotating at a medium speed, just enough to cause a bit of breeze. A cut out copy of the article lied on my desk. I moved something, a whole roller coaster. I looked down at the article, but not really reading it. I already did. Good job was all he could mutter. I wondered if I could move the article in front of me. Remembering how I entered the roller coaster, I tried the same with the paper. Nothing. How did I do it? I know I could hear and go into other people’s minds. I think I entered its mind and told it what to do…but hunks of steel don’t have a mind. I cupped my chin in my hands. The laws of the world, my world at least, was fogged up. I couldn’t think. Maybe you’re power is actually entering people’s existence, like their soul or something. You said when you entered coaster, it was like moving through a wet membrane or a waterfall, Elliot suggested. Then how come I can’t do it now? I asked, frustrated. Summer, maybe you can’t control it, maybe you only use it when you’re about to die any second. I rolled my eyes. The coaster merely stalled and was nowhere near falling off its tracks. Then maybe when you think you’re about to die, he said quietly. That one made sense. I was terror-stricken that time. And giving me freaky morbid images that caused me to be terrified, he said accusingly. Maybe I just needed practice to control it. But the only thing I know is that I do have the power. But how do I pull it out and use it? Where is it? There were millions of cabinets, boxes, and drawers in my mind. Which one is the power in? I suggest you do research on it. Research, yeah right. There are only about a hundred people on the entire world who believes in this that study and research this. Even if there are millions, their studies follow superstitions, and polls. What do they know? You could see a psychic… There are no psychics, there’s no proof. There is no proof of that either, he debated. Alright, then where were they in 9/11? I asked haughtily. Would you believe in them if they phoned you and told you that if you are inside your house tomorrow, a meteor will fall and kill you? Or if the principal of your school is a maniacal murderer and you are destined to kill him? Woo…the principal is crazy, thou art must stop thou Summer… I shoved him, but he had a point. Maybe the reason for why there was so little proof of it was that anyone with it hasn’t showed it. We would be new to the world, and everyone knows what they would do if they see a new thing. We either declare it unsafe or we dissect it, learn about it, and then declare it safe. My power is not welcome in my world. Your little telepathy isn’t either, said Elliot, and neither is me. No one else has a little friendly voice in their heads. He sounded depressed on the last statement. No, maybe everyone can hear people’s thoughts but can’t hear their conversations with the…I didn’t know what to call him, their friend. I mean, they can’t tell a sent thought from me then their own thoughts. What if they’re doing the same to me? Elliot sent an image of a person shaking his head. If everyone’s like that, wouldn’t we have organized a little clique or special treatment group by now? That got me thinking. What if I was the only person in the world with this? This is even more lonely that Superman. At least he used to have a whole planet with the exact powers. And not to mention his dead father talking to him in the Artic fort, and his Justice League, Superguy is clearly not a hermit. You need to practice it, get the hang of it. Elliot said, suddenly. What?! You need to control it. What if one day your mom falls down the stairs because she got hit by a flying chair or something? Seriously… I considered it. But if it wasn’t like it would pop out of nowhere and cause brief havoc. But you could help people. What if someone attacked to and… So you want me to do this for power? For an advantage against other people? Forget it. I don’t want to be a supernatural freak; I don’t want to be Superman who uses his power for good or bad. I just want to sit in front of a television or computer, go to college, get a life, and die. How uplifting, he smirked. You know, those other people are just as sneaky. You need to go up against them. You could organize world peace, end wars; you could do it secretly in like, summer vacation or something. Consider it community service. You |
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| Help for my basement walls? I live in a very old (almost 100 YO) brick twin. The people before us put up some kind of thin cement on the walls and painted it. The problem is this.. even though we don't get ACTUAL water down there, there are always damp areas on the floor and the walls seem to be crumbling. The thin "cement" stuff is coming off in hunks, there is this weird dirt behind it... and in some spots, the paint they used over the cement stuff has a powdery puffy stuff on it. Also.. they had painted the floor with some kind of gray paint that bubbles and comes up. Im sure they did all the painting and stuff to sell the house, but most of the paint is gone after the 10 years Ive been here. I would like to know what is the best way to finish my basement. I know we have to replace the windows, but should we just chip off all that cement veneer they had applied? is there a finish we can put on the floor to stop the damp spots? We have a small storage room under the front open porch and that room will actually get mold. THe walls get wet looking, even the one that just seperates that room from the rest of the basement. We would LOVE to finish this basement with Drywall and some kind of flooring, but we have NO idea what we are doing. I'm not expecting a miracle, just an idea if we have a chance to do this ourselves, or do we HAVE to hire people. THANKS! |
| The 'puffy' stuff you are talking about is either salts from the cement they put of the walls or mold which could be toxic. You need to clean all of that nasty stuff up before you do anything else. You definitely have a moisture issue - like almost every basement in the world. I wouldn't go to the expense of chipping off the cement - I would furr out these wall with pressure treated wood or light Gage metal studs and use a non-organic drywall - I would bead blast the paint off the floor and just leave it concrete - put some cheap throw rugs down and call it good - we just finished our basement and that is how we did it. |
| My hair is breaking on top in small chunks.? My hair is very long but lately I have noticed that it is breaking off in small chunks on the top. The hunks are about 1/4 inch thick and are in patches. I have three areas on the top of my head. I do not pull my hair back but once per week and I use a break free seam free band. I rarely blowdry I user conditioner I don't brush when wet but with a wide toothed comb/pick I do use a straightner once or twice per week and have not starting using the heat protector with it yet but I'm not convinced this would make my hair break in chunks. So any ideas? |
| i actually had this happen to me a few years ago. i have hyperthyroidism, and that is one of symptoms (you could get your thyroid levels checked), but when my blood levels were tested, nothing was out of whack. it was stress! it stopped after this particularly hard semester ended. i would try to simplify your life for awhile. also it may be beneficial to see a doctor. good luck! |
| Kitten Sneezing?? My baby Kitten got scared and ran under neath our stove, and I had to literally get her out from underneath it....(i was gentle of corse...she's my baby) and now, she's sneezing, but her nose is cold and wet...When I got her out, there was a HUGE hunk of dust on her....(didnt know it was that dirty under there).....She hasn't had any of her shots yet, but she's going next week....is she allergic to dust, or is she catching a cold or something now?! PLEASE HELP!!! |
| It's just dust, imaging what would happen if you were in a dusty place up to your eyeballs :) Dust makes EVERYONE sneeze. And cats are very low to the ground, so they sniff up lost of dust, just like ferrets. Those sneeze a lot too. Don't worry about it. |
| I enjoy watching my wife with other men. Am I crazy? I've been happily married for 11 years to what I consider my soul mate. When we first met, we were both sexually adventurous and crazy as a dating couple; threesomes, swapping, kink, you name it, we did it. Then when we tied the knot and started a family, things settled down, which was fine. My wife's libido for sexual wildness disappeared, partly I assume because of the baby and a new chapter in our life. I didn't mind, because in truth, I too was a little burnt out by all of it, and also had changed a bit. I was enjoying growing my business and raising a family, and there was no time (literally) for anything but family and work. About 2 years ago, I suggested to my wife that we get a babysitter and go to a popular Latin themed night club for dancing and drink without the guys. My wife loves to dance ménage and Salsa and I'm terrible at it. In our younger years, I never had an issue with her dancing with other guys, and this evening it was no different. She started dancing with a younger Latin guy and seemed to be having a great time. All of us were consuming a lot of liquor, and during one point I saw her dance partner grab her *** during the dance. She removed his hand and backed away. He made some apologetic gesture and they continued dancing again. After they were done she walked over to me, laughing that "he was getting a little out of control", in which I replied, "don't worry about it, he's young and horny and you're gorgeous, so what do you expect?" She looked back at me and admitted that was a hunk and that she was having a great time. I then blurted out that I was really getting turned on by watching her dance with him and that I thought it was hot that he as groping her. She grabbed me and gave me a long wet kiss and asked if I really didn't mind. The next dance set, she was making out him, grinding, getting her *** groped, and I was almost cumming in my pants. By 1:30 am we were all trashed and in a drunken state, with her dance partner standing there with us, I asked her if she wanted to sleep with him, although I used a different expletive. The next thing I know, I was buying condoms at the 24 hr CVS, and then checking us into a Red Roof Inn. I sat in a corner and watched my wonderful and beautiful wife get thoroughly "you know what" for about an hour strait. I did not participate. I asked him to leave when they were through. I felt such an incredible charge and I felt renewed as a person, which seemed strange to me. Here my wife was with another guy, and I felt like a teenage again. My wife was pretty trashed, and passed out on the way home. The next morning we talked about and my wife laughed it off, saying it was pretty much a blur. A week later she admitted that it wasn't that much of a blur and that she really enjoyed herself. We had great sex and would talk about it frequently while in bed. Since then, she has taken a lover that she sees once or twice a month. Sometimes I'm present, sometimes I am not. Regardless, we both really get our rocks of by this lifestyle. I do have moments of worry though, wondering if her sexual relationship will turn into anything more than sex. She promises no, and claims that it's strictly sexual. He's much younger (early 20s), ethnic (not that it matters) and she says that it's all about the bedroom; his youth, stamina and physique. I do enjoy seeing and knowing my wife is having incredible sex with this guy. Am I crazy? Are we both crazy? LOL... |
| Well, you're two consenting adults, so do whatever is right for you and your wife. If you both are really ok with it, and enjoy it, then go right ahead. Personally, I do think you are both crazy. LOL |