this forum is acting strange to me right now.
okay, back to what i'm saying. it's okay to be paranoid when posting on web forums. you never know who is who. you have people that are aliases basically posting for fun and then you have people that are real people but they lie about certain aspect of themselves for different reasons such as privacy matters or putting up a wall so you don't know who they really are. they might change details about themselves such as their gender, where they live, their real name, and etc. you never know.
i know this for sure because i myself used to be one of those people that would do that. i've been 100% honest on this forum where i've said everything about myself from my real government name to where i live. however, elsewhere on the internet, i've lied about some aspects about myself such as where i live. on this other forum that i went to, i lied about still living in brooklyn. i haven't lived in brooklyn since i was 4 years old.but there's a reason why i did it. actually two reasons. at the time, i was 14 years old on that forum and i didn't feel comfortable telling them where i was really from because they would look down on me like i was a loser because i was living in the suburbs and spent most of my life in jersey. another reason was i was paranoid that someone who might know me offline might go like "oh shit. you live in maplewood or lived in irvington, nj? i know you, man." i wasn't trying to have that happen especially when i was posting some what i felt was rather embarrassing things about myself at that time. i certainly didn't want people in my high school or college know that i was a virgin that had girl problems.
that was the tip of the iceberg. i also didn't want anybody to pull up my personal info because i gave them leeway by saying it too.
luckily, none of this has come back to me offline as far as i know BUT i could be wrong though. there was one time where this woman that posted on the same website that i lied about where i lived on knew about me lying about living in new york, where i worked and even knew about the funny way i have with walking without me putting it outthere.somehow, someway, people overlooked what she said though. i could have easily been exposed and ran off that website BUT it didn't happen.
but who knows though. this is JUB, a gay man haven. there's tons of gay men that post and lurk this site. i've ran into some guys that i THINK might be gay although i don't have for sure. for all i know, i could have chatted with someone that knows me offline or in passing or whatever without even knowing. i have posted my pic on here a good amount of times so my face, my real name and where i live is outthere. it's all good though. it would be crazy if i found out that someone i knew posted on JUB. wouldn't be surprised but at the same time, i wouldn't say anything about it unless they did.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
what's teeth.
teeth is what you use for chewing down your meat
teeth is what you used for digesting that hard beef
teeth is when i see food
guaranteed to coming out my stool
that's teeth
what's teeth
ask yourself, do you know where your teeth is?
hahahahaha check out this bizarre... i forgot the rest of the biggie lyrics.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
THe best rambling to ever happen on the face of the earth.... Ever. Since the beginning of time, ever.
this is so adorable.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature...VbcIMM#t=1250s
that's my sister right there.![]()
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
me thinkin
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
chess bored a onless 1 squareping
man... trill talk, i can see myself actually seeing myself and another guy, someone off of jub (no names but he is a regular poster) cuddling up with me in bed where the bedroom lights is on and we're just enjoying each others warmth while we're fully clothed.i dunno, maybe they could be a boyfriend possibly. i don't know BUT to tell you the truth, i hate fantasizing about those kind of things even though it's inevitable. it just makes me get impatient when it comes to finding someone outthere and the person who i can see myself doing it with probably wouldn't even want to date my ass anyway. it's fucking annoying. ANNOYING!!! i just want that person or any guy to just snatch me up off the market already. i'm tired.
i don't like to dwell too much about being single and dating because then i'll start getting depressed or whatever thinking about things. i just want to meet that guy, date and get this whole thing done and over with. at some point, it's going to happen. it's all a matter of when. i'm just ready to get it over and done already instead of just being scared, tip toeing and avoiding it.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
In hundreds of years Russia and Canada will have tons of food due to global warming. America and China will be reduced to shit.
All those wasted miles - all those aimless drives, through green aisles. Our careless life style: it was not so unwise.
fuck whoever wrote this.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
Very nice singing JP, you're improving with each post !
We'll just produce different foods than we're producing now (such as, perhaps, growing bananas in the Rio Grande Valley and growing citrus as far north as Interstate 10). Place like Montana and North Dakota may become the new Corn Belt.
But there are factors besides rising temperatures that can affect this, such as places becoming desert.
"Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking." -The Scarecrow, WIZARD OF OZ, 1939
Betsy DeVos, Secretary of Education, to under-performing schools: DROP DEAD.
Make, for a man, a fire - and he'll be warm for a few hours. Set a man afire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
Satire is meant to ridicule power. If you are laughing at people who are hurting, it's not satire, it's bullying. - Terry Pratchett
why would we go through the troble when we could just move to canada... millions of miles of untouched land in siberia and greenland... and by then the technology will be good enough to do it rapidly. Frankly, we probably won't give a fuck about most of usa anymore.
All those wasted miles - all those aimless drives, through green aisles. Our careless life style: it was not so unwise.
and also... why change the types of food we're producing when they can just make more of the same in the new open territories?
All those wasted miles - all those aimless drives, through green aisles. Our careless life style: it was not so unwise.
^ This is already happening. Canada produced its first world-class wines just a few years ago, it never had good enough climate for it beforehand. Wine country is sliding north from CA/France/etc.
my gut just said fuck you to me just now so FUCK YOU, GUT! stop fighting me, gut. stop fighting me.always fucking having boxing matches with me. tonight's dinner better not come back up. my asshole also feels weird too like shits about to come out of it any minute even though i don't have to take a shit. took a shit today and guess there wasn't enough fiber in my system where it felt like it was tearing my insides up.
my whole digestive system is hating on me. maybe because i was hating on it back on the day. now it wants to fucking fight me back.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
oh lawd. i gotta take another shit. it's coming. brb.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
they ain't got no mo fried chicken yall
All those wasted miles - all those aimless drives, through green aisles. Our careless life style: it was not so unwise.
I was lying in bed thinking about a friend who's been sick. And I flashed back to being six or seven. I think my brother and I were suffering the same ailment. Don't recall what it was - might have been chicken pox or something. Our pediatrician wanted to keep an eye on us, so at least once, Dr O'Gara stopped by our house. He had one of those black leather doctor's bags, from which he pulled his stethoscope and tongue depressors and such. He decided we were progressing satisfactorily.
It just struck me how odd this was. Our pediatrician made a house call. And we didn't live next to the Waltons or anything - this was San Francisco. And yeah, it was years ago, but not THAT long ago. I wonder how many other people my age ever got a house call.
I never liked Dr O'Gara much, but I didn't really understand why until recently. Ends up he always had a suspicious eye on me, and really, for good reason. My parents took me in to see him when I was three or four because I kept getting bruises on my shins, and nobody could figure out why. Dr O'Gara thought my parents might be abusing me. (Although why they'd take me in to see the doctor if they were seems counterintuitive.) i told the doctor the truth. Yes, they kinda hurt, but no, I didn't know where they were coming from. It wasn't until weeks later that my parents found the stupid truth. I enjoyed riding my tricycle downhill, but there was no real brake or stopping mechanism. So to stop the trike, I'd put my shins in front of the pedals, letting them smack against them until I came to a stop. It stung a bit but didn't really hurt that much. But why I never equated my unorthodox braking system with the "mysterious bruising" on my shins in beyond me. Early signs of gargoyle cluelessness.
I don't know if the doctor really believed this. It DOES seem damn stupid, in retrospect. And as a clumsy child in general, I usually had some sort of other "owie" that the doctor wondered might have been caused by my parents. He finally decided to confront my parents about it. I'm not sure if he was going to simply accuse them of it, or simply "lay out his concerns". But once he had us there, he asked me o go back and wait in the waiting room. I said OK, got up, and proceeded to walk into the door frame. At which point the doctor suddenly thought "Wait - maybe this kid really IS just clumsy as fuck."
So instead of being put into foster care or whatever, they sent me to "get tested". They took me to this industrial complex, put me in a room behind some one-way mirror, and had me walk straight lines, spin around, and pick up pencils over and over. Eventually, they came back with their diagnosis. "Lex has some significant problems with spatial relationships and hand-eye coordination. That said, he's built up an impressive array and variety of compensatory practices in his few years, so that the problems are actually somewhat minimal. We can train him if you wish, but it would mean breaking down everything he built up first, so his minor problems would probably get a lot worse before they got better. It may be best to let him continue compensating on his own." My parents agreed with that assessment.
I sometimes wonder how "fucked up" I am. Not in a bad way, just exactly how off my cognitive skills really are. And how much I'm compensating for them. I'm assuming this is why I slow down at doorways, and why I deliberately let my shoulder or arm brush the walls of corridors from time to time - just gotta find out where the walls are, yo. Is this why, when my glasses start falling off my face, I spastically fling them across the room? An inability to bring my hand up quickly but accurately to where I want it to go? In a true emergency, will I run straight into a wall? Did anything positive come out of this "defect"? Am I more laid back about not having an ideal situation, figuring "I'll fumble through", since that's pretty much how I've had to approach 3-D life? Am I OK with not knowing all the answers to stuff because I've grown up knowing that my eyes were only giving me a vague sketch of the story, and being aware that I could sort the rest if I needed to? And why am I so exceptionally prone to daydreaming and limp creativity? God knows the smart thing to do if you're walking into walls on a regular basis is to shut down the creative center so you can focus on where the fuck you're going. But I'm actually more likely to have my head in the clouds now than I was thirty-five years ago. Just a really slow learner? Or are the two things connected? Since I truly can't 100% trust my eyes, have I trained my mind to keep searching for possibilities?
If so, it's worth the bruises and jettisoned glasses. Many times over.
Lex
This is not the way we ride a tricycle!
I remember the home Dr. visits, I also remember home delivered dairy and the milk
in bottles. Splitting lips on slides, breaking fingers on the merry go round. Report
cards....the principals office as the gates to hell which is where you were when you
got home. Sugar Daddy Candy you licked with 3 or 4 friends. Same with a couple
guys sharing a Dr. Pepper with peanuts in 1 glass bottle. Then one day, some asshat
invented germs and the ACLU (ACLU was a good thing then)
Fuck all Lex, I think we are getting old. Remember your first TV? AM/FM transistor
what about that phone that morphed from the wall to the living room table...rotary
dial and party lines.
http://www.lowellsun.com/todaysheadl...#ixzz2HfoQTSuM
you know shit is real if someone's family is paying for their obituary before their death.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
there was a dog who said oh no and bingo was his name oh. b-i-n-g-o. b-i-n-g-o. b-i-n-g-o and bingo was his name oh.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
^ The first pic made me Picard facepalm so hard. But mostly it was trying not to laugh out loud.
oh god. the OGC one was pretty clever. all the hidden undiscovered sexual inneundo.
who the bald headed man that sounds retarded when he speaks? SHAQ. you damn right.
*5 seconds of jazz instrumental plays*
who is the man that gets love from japan to the motherland??can you dig it? *5 seconds of jazz instrumental*
shot from free throw just pops on out then you know it's all about, SHAQ..
right on
they say this cat shaq is a bad mother...![]()
shut your mouth.
but i'm talking about shaq and we can dig it.
he's a complicated man BUT no. one. can. stand. him. but. his. women.THAT'S SHAQ.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
My partner had a credit card stolen. The first thing the thief used it for: to open an account at ChristianMingle.
Lex
^ Considering the article, I really...REALLY...wish that it was nonsense.
Unfortunately it's obviously entirely true.
The article kind of whitewashes the whole thing, saying that the cats are killed by slits to the throat. No, the comments say more - they are often boiled and/or skinned alive. It's "believed" that the adrenalin released by the torture makes the meat taste better.
Entirely disgusting.
"Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking." -The Scarecrow, WIZARD OF OZ, 1939
Betsy DeVos, Secretary of Education, to under-performing schools: DROP DEAD.
Make, for a man, a fire - and he'll be warm for a few hours. Set a man afire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
Satire is meant to ridicule power. If you are laughing at people who are hurting, it's not satire, it's bullying. - Terry Pratchett
I wanna cock (cock!!!!)
i wanna cock (cock!!!!)
i want a cock (cock!!!!)
![]()
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
FUCK OATS by the way. FUCK CHEERIOS. FUCK OATMEAL. goddamn oats hating on a midget's stomach. the fuck a midget ever done to you oatmeal. i eat you and this is what the fuck you do to me? you treat me like shit. chocolate might hurt me after awhile. sugar might too. peanut butter shows me love even though after taking 4 spoonfuls to the heads makes me run to the bathroom about to shit all over myself but i make it to the toilet on time and have been doing so since high school.oats, you been fucking with me. FUCK YOU OATS. FUCK YOU!!!!
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
yo..... anybody remember that toy from back in the day like the early 90s where they had like these pieces you could put all over this board and they could light up, they would be like different colors and they glowed in the dark. the commercial song was like "star light, star bright". i forgot the name of the toy. i know somebody in here remembers what that is. one of you people most definitely had it at some point of your lives. help me out here.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
Was cruising thru Youtube......Here is a girl trying to wash off her car windows. At a gas station. with gasoline.......
http://allaroundhere.tumblr.com/
always cracks me up.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
i just wanted to post that since the song was in my head.![]()
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
How's this for a flash back?
I forgot guys looked like that back then.![]()
i have to lift weights now
So I have been on the slopes today on Okemo because I am on vacation this week. Horrible week to do so but I am exploiting my friend's ski pass because as a VT resident, she gets hugely discounted lift prices especially for this expensive "school vacation" week. Her and I were college buddies that drifted apart due to various drama and decided to rekindle that friendship. Course we filled our camelbaks up with quality boxed wine [such a thing does exist] while we ski. Some other college buddies are tagging along for the fun too. I will say, I get some satisfaction out of shredding the little kiddies on the black diamonds.
Meh back at my old job, we used to have "liquid lunches" on Friday fortnightly.
My girl Katie is a bit of a lightweight but if she didn't have these pseudo-morals, she would be a perfect wife for someone but alas, she loves "badass" guys and suffers from Florence Nightingale Syndrome [the female counterpart to White Knight Syndrome]. I have already espoused said fact over someone here and needing to absolve said problem.
Again hun, I am more coherent drunk than most people are sober.