14K . . . Ask Me Anything
Just what the title says folks, ask me anything you want, and I will answer.
How much sense that answer makes is another story . . .
besides, if Kristy really is posting 5 to my 1, she'll be doing one of these in about a month, so this will be forgotten pretty quickly.
Have at it . . .
How much sense that answer makes is another story . . .
besides, if Kristy really is posting 5 to my 1, she'll be doing one of these in about a month, so this will be forgotten pretty quickly.
Have at it . . .
Comments
Arrested? No.
Not really sure . . . only ever been with women. Getting oral while digitally pleasuring my partner while she was tickling my . . . well, you know. >:D
Cosmospolitian, the only definitive and educational source for sexual advice--LDO-- says that men over 45 really like ass-stimulation. Is the future really such a dark place?
Probably the Tiger, though your female centaur looks disturbingly like Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas.
Kitty? Or is that too cliché?
Slept with a friend's girlfriend . . . twice. Worst, most embarrassing thing I have ever done. Still ashamed of it.
I run a small warehouse for the Canadian branch of a global chemical supplier. I think I would probably look into journalism/reporting. I think I could have taken that path somewhere.
The view up here is fantastic. I look back and see all the things that have transpired in my life to date and think, "How the fuck did I manage to make it all this way?" and "How lucky am I to be where I am?" Then I look off into the future and see possibilities that branch out like so many balls of yarn waiting for my cats to run by and tangle them up into some colossal Gordian knot that I will never decipher. And, way out near the horizon, is some dude holding a lantern. I can only assume it's comp.
No blue pills. When the equipment stops working, I am not about to go looking for a boost.
I do not fart dust, yet.
Velociraptors are just cute little bunnikins. Hell, Jesus rode one, so how mean can they be?
OK, so you did know . . . dark place? I don't know, I am not flexible enough to see.
Does it matter that the first time this happened I was younger than Cosmo's demographic?
What in your estimation, will the end number of posts be?
beanie42 originally had far and away the most posts on the forum. Then I passed him. Then comp became a mod and passed me. Then milo came back and started spewing crap all over the forum.
Not sure "compels" is the right word. I do like "talking" with you folks . . . .
I have no idea what the end number will be. If I ever start taking this game seriously and posting in the strat forums, I might just end up OWNING this place.
Came back? Unless you are referring to the absence between my Phred and Milo monikers, I am not sure what you mean.
Have you ever been a victim of crime besides a car break in?
Have you ever saved a life or helped someone in grave danger?
Do you have any overwhelming fears/phobias?
Concerning eggs - runny yolks, cooked yolks, or no yolks?
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Yes, I have . . . drinking was involved. I "won".
Well, technically, the fight constituted "assault, as the other guy started it. But I do not count that, so the answer is "no".
Yes. Wife and I were coming up Hwy 410N just past Derry when we came upon an accident that had just occurred. Both of us had First Aid, so we pulled over. There was a guy lying in the middle of the lane, but not too worse for wear. Directed the bystander who was gawking to talk and assess, while I examined the car. Wife followed the skid marks to locate another vehicle in the median strip (almost a ravine in those days, since filled). Driver of that car was stumbling around bleeding from the head and looking to be heading into shock. By this time the Cops showed and some teenager decides "he's in charge". Wife is trying to tell him about the woman in shock before running back to assist and he yells at her to STFU. At this point I lose it on this guy and use my best "command voice" to tell him to get someone to follow my wife and help out the situation or get the hell out of the way. He goes to directing traffic while a firefighter comes up and asks for the situation. Give the fireman the run-down, make sure the three people who needed the help got it, and the wife and I left.
No fears or phobias that I am aware of, though I do find myself to be more nervous near precipices than I used to be. Heights have never bothered me before, to the point of free-climbing the cliff at Kelso one summer.
I am ambivalent as to yolk rigidity. So long as they are cooked the way I ask, it's all good. My wife makes AWESOME scrambled eggs (tyvm Gordon Ramsey).
Is there a question in there? To INSANITY . . . and BEYOND !!!
Other than my claims, how do you know that Phred and I are actually the same person?
I don't enjoy unprotected heights either, but I'm ok with tall buildings or a waist high guard rail. I'm ok on a solid platform, but I get skittish on a platform like a fire escape that I can see through.