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[lewdog]

This thread belongs in the hall of classics. Either someone is off his rocker or this is some of the best trolling this site has ever seen.

[Saccopoo]

Originally Posted by lewdog

This thread belongs in the hall of classics. Either someone is off his rocker or this is some of the best trolling this site has ever seen.

Trolling schmolling.

I was thinking about it, and the last time I had sex was this past Christmas.

First off, I had to get drunk to do it, secondly I'm sitting there thinking is this really worth it, thirdly I'm trying to equate the monetary level of involvement as it relates to the dividends produced in said relationship.

I mean, my Christmas is ruined because I'm hungover, secondly I realize that I'm totally out the $45 I spent on her Xmas present as there is no way possible that I'm going to recoup that, and C., I'm not overly thrilled with the pressure of being responsible for someone else's emotional and physical well-being.

Screw that.

Actually, my friends think I'm nuts because I just throw away the numbers I get when we go out to the bars and whatnot. (And seriously, what's with bartenders and their piss poor attitudes when you order an 80/20 water/cranberry with a slice of lime instead of booze? I still pay for the drink and tip them. ****ing enablers.) Actually, once you get the number, it's pretty much over and I've won the game. What's the point of following up when you know it's going to end up costing you money, time and stress just to get to the ultimate conclusion of bad, awkward sex. Really, is that they whole point? A piece of ass? Because I'm pretty okay with myself emotionally so I'm not looking for a "companion" to grow old with so I'm don't have these feeling of abandonment and insecurity issues. Because, you know, it's going to end up the same...you are just going to sit there and wonder what all the trouble and effort is about and what you are really getting out of the deal. Is it really worth all that for a piece of ass that's going to just get wrinkly and grey and sit in your living room watching the same ****ed up syndicated television re-run over and over again every last living day of your life until you die? Because you know you aren't going to want to put your shrivled up old wang into that shit anymore no matter how hot she was earlier, so you sit there mentally masturbating to all the pretty young things on her ****ing re-runs while asking her when dinner is going to be ready at three in the ****ing afternoon. Well, my good sir...**** that shit.

It's all about living a clean existence from here on out.

Originally Posted by Saccopoo

Trolling schmolling.

I was thinking about it, and the last time I had sex was this past Christmas.

First off, I had to get drunk to do it, secondly I'm sitting there thinking is this really worth it, thirdly I'm trying to equate the monetary level of involvement as it relates to the dividends produced in said relationship.

I mean, my Christmas is ruined because I'm hungover, secondly I realize that I'm totally out the $45 I spent on her Xmas present as there is no way possible that I'm going to recoup that, and C., I'm not overly thrilled with the pressure of being responsible for someone else's emotional and physical well-being.

Screw that.

Actually, my friends think I'm nuts because I just throw away the numbers I get when we go out to the bars and whatnot. (And seriously, what's with bartenders and their piss poor attitudes when you order an 80/20 water/cranberry with a slice of lime instead of booze? I still pay for the drink and tip them. ****ing enablers.) Actually, once you get the number, it's pretty much over and I've won the game. What's the point of following up when you know it's going to end up costing you money, time and stress just to get to the ultimate conclusion of bad, awkward sex. Really, is that they whole point? A piece of ass? Because I'm pretty okay with myself emotionally so I'm not looking for a "companion" to grow old with so I'm don't have these feeling of abandonment and insecurity issues. Because, you know, it's going to end up the same...you are just going to sit there and wonder what all the trouble and effort is about and what you are really getting out of the deal. Is it really worth all that for a piece of ass that's going to just get wrinkly and grey and sit in your living room watching the same ****ed up syndicated television re-run over and over again every last living day of your life until you die? Because you know you aren't going to want to put your shrivled up old wang into that shit anymore no matter how hot she was earlier, so you sit there mentally masturbating to all the pretty young things on her ****ing re-runs while asking her when dinner is going to be ready at three in the ****ing afternoon. Well, my good sir...**** that shit.

It's all about living a clean existence from here on out.

Yeah. You have some relationship issues. That's okay. Not everybody was meant to grow old with a soulmate. Do whatever makes you happy.

[Saccopoo]

Originally Posted by Phobia

Yeah. You have some relationship issues. That's okay. Not everybody was meant to grow old with a soulmate. Do whatever makes you happy.

Soulmate?

There's 7,000,000,000+ people on this planet. Do you really think that you've found your true soulmate?

Shit. You're true soulmate is probably a 58 year old taxi driver in Bangladesh. You've just never met him.

There is no way possible that you've met your "soulmate."

The fact is, humans settle for just about any piece of ass because they are so terrified of being alone that they'll take any warm body that shows any inkling of attraction to them.

I'll even take this back to the OP. What's the purpose of facebook? Attention. Inclusion. Somebody please make me feel wanted...needed...please...

Originally Posted by Saccopoo

Soulmate?

There's 7,000,000,000+ people on this planet. Do you really think that you've found your true soulmate?

Shit. You're true soulmate is probably a 58 year old taxi driver in Bangladesh. You've just never met him.

There is no way possible that you've met your "soulmate."

The fact is, humans settle for just about any piece of ass because they are so terrified of being alone that they'll take any warm body that shows any inkling of attraction to them.

I'll even take this back to the OP. What's the purpose of facebook? Attention. Inclusion. Somebody please make me feel wanted...needed...please...

No, you're right about several things there. The term "soulmate" is probably overused and watered down. I'm on facebook because it's a tool for me. Originally, I used it to stay in touch with my daughters. Now I use it for entertainment and to push my business interests.

[Discuss Thrower]

Originally Posted by Saccopoo

Soulmate?

There's 7,000,000,000+ people on this planet. Do you really think that you've found your true soulmate?

Shit. You're true soulmate is probably a 58 year old taxi driver in Bangladesh. You've just never met him.

There is no way possible that you've met your "soulmate."

The fact is, humans settle for just about any piece of ass because they are so terrified of being alone that they'll take any warm body that shows any inkling of attraction to them.

I'll even take this back to the OP. What's the purpose of facebook? Attention. Inclusion. Somebody please make me feel wanted...needed...please...

There's something to this...

[LoneWolf]

Originally Posted by Saccopoo

Trolling schmolling.

I was thinking about it, and the last time I had sex was this past Christmas.

First off, I had to get drunk to do it, secondly I'm sitting there thinking is this really worth it, thirdly I'm trying to equate the monetary level of involvement as it relates to the dividends produced in said relationship.

I mean, my Christmas is ruined because I'm hungover, secondly I realize that I'm totally out the $45 I spent on her Xmas present as there is no way possible that I'm going to recoup that, and C., I'm not overly thrilled with the pressure of being responsible for someone else's emotional and physical well-being.

Screw that.

Actually, my friends think I'm nuts because I just throw away the numbers I get when we go out to the bars and whatnot. (And seriously, what's with bartenders and their piss poor attitudes when you order an 80/20 water/cranberry with a slice of lime instead of booze? I still pay for the drink and tip them. ****ing enablers.) Actually, once you get the number, it's pretty much over and I've won the game. What's the point of following up when you know it's going to end up costing you money, time and stress just to get to the ultimate conclusion of bad, awkward sex. Really, is that they whole point? A piece of ass? Because I'm pretty okay with myself emotionally so I'm not looking for a "companion" to grow old with so I'm don't have these feeling of abandonment and insecurity issues. Because, you know, it's going to end up the same...you are just going to sit there and wonder what all the trouble and effort is about and what you are really getting out of the deal. Is it really worth all that for a piece of ass that's going to just get wrinkly and grey and sit in your living room watching the same ****ed up syndicated television re-run over and over again every last living day of your life until you die? Because you know you aren't going to want to put your shrivled up old wang into that shit anymore no matter how hot she was earlier, so you sit there mentally masturbating to all the pretty young things on her ****ing re-runs while asking her when dinner is going to be ready at three in the ****ing afternoon. Well, my good sir...**** that shit.

It's all about living a clean existence from here on out.

I was willing to defend your choice to not have a cell phone, but you're on your own with the rest of this.

[ThaVirus]

Originally Posted by LoneWolf

I was willing to defend your choice to not have a cell phone, but you're on your own with the rest of this.

I was actually wondering your thoughts on that post.

[BigRedChief]

Originally Posted by Saccopoo

Trolling schmolling.

I was thinking about it, and the last time I had sex was this past Christmas.

First off, I had to get drunk to do it, secondly I'm sitting there thinking is this really worth it, thirdly I'm trying to equate the monetary level of involvement as it relates to the dividends produced in said relationship.

I mean, my Christmas is ruined because I'm hungover, secondly I realize that I'm totally out the $45 I spent on her Xmas present as there is no way possible that I'm going to recoup that, and C., I'm not overly thrilled with the pressure of being responsible for someone else's emotional and physical well-being.

Screw that.

Actually, my friends think I'm nuts because I just throw away the numbers I get when we go out to the bars and whatnot. (And seriously, what's with bartenders and their piss poor attitudes when you order an 80/20 water/cranberry with a slice of lime instead of booze? I still pay for the drink and tip them. ****ing enablers.) Actually, once you get the number, it's pretty much over and I've won the game. What's the point of following up when you know it's going to end up costing you money, time and stress just to get to the ultimate conclusion of bad, awkward sex. Really, is that they whole point? A piece of ass? Because I'm pretty okay with myself emotionally so I'm not looking for a "companion" to grow old with so I'm don't have these feeling of abandonment and insecurity issues. Because, you know, it's going to end up the same...you are just going to sit there and wonder what all the trouble and effort is about and what you are really getting out of the deal. Is it really worth all that for a piece of ass that's going to just get wrinkly and grey and sit in your living room watching the same ****ed up syndicated television re-run over and over again every last living day of your life until you die? Because you know you aren't going to want to put your shrivled up old wang into that shit anymore no matter how hot she was earlier, so you sit there mentally masturbating to all the pretty young things on her ****ing re-runs while asking her when dinner is going to be ready at three in the ****ing afternoon. Well, my good sir...**** that shit.

It's all about living a clean existence from here on out.

I thought you were just trolling.

Is this real? Come on man let it go and fess up

[Saccopoo]

Originally Posted by BigRedChief

I thought you were just trolling.

Is this real? Come on man let it go and fess up

I admit it.

I order water and cranberry juice with a slice of lime when I go out instead of alcohol.

If that makes me a freak, so be it.

Originally Posted by Saccopoo

I admit it.

I order water and cranberry juice with a slice of lime when I go out instead of alcohol.

If that makes me a freak, so be it.

Not at all. I don't think that's freaky whatsoever.

[BigRedChief]

Originally Posted by Saccopoo

I admit it.

I order water and cranberry juice with a slice of lime when I go out instead of alcohol.

If that makes me a freak, so be it.

So you are trolling. Cool

[Saccopoo]

Originally Posted by BigRedChief

So you are trolling. Cool

Not really.

I "broke up" with her the day after Christmas because of previously said reasons.

Come to think of it, I also did the same thing back in 2005 when I stopped picking up the phone on February 13 with some girl I dated for about a year.

I didn't have sex after that one for five+ years.

It's just sex. Not a big deal.

Maybe I just don't like Holidays.

Though, I often find myself wanting a date on Halloween. Costume parties are much more fun in coordinated, historical "couple" costumes.

[BigRedChief]

Originally Posted by Saccopoo

Not really.

I "broke up" with her the day after Christmas because of previously said reasons.

Come to think of it, I also did the same thing back in 2005 when I stopped picking up the phone on February 13 with some girl I dated for about a year.

I didn't have sex after that one for five+ years.

It's just sex. Not a big deal.

Maybe I just don't like Holidays.

Though, I often find myself wanting a date on Halloween. Costume parties are much more fun in coordinated, historical "couple" costumes.

this insnt a religious thing, correct?

[BlackHelicopters]

Originally Posted by Saccopoo

Trolling schmolling.

I was thinking about it, and the last time I had sex was this past Christmas.

First off, I had to get drunk to do it, secondly I'm sitting there thinking is this really worth it, thirdly I'm trying to equate the monetary level of involvement as it relates to the dividends produced in said relationship.

I mean, my Christmas is ruined because I'm hungover, secondly I realize that I'm totally out the $45 I spent on her Xmas present as there is no way possible that I'm going to recoup that, and C., I'm not overly thrilled with the pressure of being responsible for someone else's emotional and physical well-being.

Screw that.

Actually, my friends think I'm nuts because I just throw away the numbers I get when we go out to the bars and whatnot. (And seriously, what's with bartenders and their piss poor attitudes when you order an 80/20 water/cranberry with a slice of lime instead of booze? I still pay for the drink and tip them. ****ing enablers.) Actually, once you get the number, it's pretty much over and I've won the game. What's the point of following up when you know it's going to end up costing you money, time and stress just to get to the ultimate conclusion of bad, awkward sex. Really, is that they whole point? A piece of ass? Because I'm pretty okay with myself emotionally so I'm not looking for a "companion" to grow old with so I'm don't have these feeling of abandonment and insecurity issues. Because, you know, it's going to end up the same...you are just going to sit there and wonder what all the trouble and effort is about and what you are really getting out of the deal. Is it really worth all that for a piece of ass that's going to just get wrinkly and grey and sit in your living room watching the same ****ed up syndicated television re-run over and over again every last living day of your life until you die? Because you know you aren't going to want to put your shrivled up old wang into that shit anymore no matter how hot she was earlier, so you sit there mentally masturbating to all the pretty young things on her ****ing re-runs while asking her when dinner is going to be ready at three in the ****ing afternoon. Well, my good sir...**** that shit.

It's all about living a clean existence from here on out.

Wait. What?