Way too many posts about Cakessss's ass and about tv seasons again in this thread.
There can never be too many posts about Cakesass' ass. [note correct syntax.]
Come on, guys, I started these threads because I need advice. Then again, I suppose if you keep bumping the thread at least it stays on page one and doesn't get deleted like threads do when they slip down to page five lol!
TrekBBS does not work that way!
Thanks, Morbo.
Anyway, I've started stalking Thames.
Started?
Anyway, it turns out her girlfriend didn't hit her, she just tripped and fell down the stairs and banged her head on the door at the bottom (I'm not sure how she managed this, she'd have to jump pretty far.) So that's cool.
Sounds like a pretty typical excuse for "my SO is beating the crap out of me." And:
More significantly, I'm feeling better too. I think my body has finally adjusted to the culture shock of coming home from the van trip.
Your "body"'s ability to cope with the difference of culture while remaining in the same country sucks.
What happened was that because the van trip was the greatest experience of my life, being home was like coming down after being high on some wonderful drug.
Thames' cum?
I just had to go cold turkey for a while. But I'm better now, I think. I've even been leaving the house.
You're leaving the house?! What did it ever do to you?!
That brings me back to "stalking" Thames, which ISN'T what I've been doing.
So you've not been "stalking" him you've been stalking him. Gotcha.
Mom suggested that I get a job to keep me busy
That and you're an "adult" and need to be a productive member of society and stuff like that.
I lied and told her I would and went down to the bakery.
So much lying. When you read, understood, and "got", The Bible in 20 minutes did you miss the part about not lying?
I had no intention of asking for a job, but until I got there I didn't know what I was planning. But then I saw him, and I knew. I wanted to see Thames. I had to know. With my mind clear of the fog now, I could finally see him through objective eyes.
"I stood there behind the display case, he was standing in the backroom unloading the delivery truck. He was there in a wife-beater and khaki pants. Sweat glistening on his ebony skin like fresh dew on a chocolate rabbit at Easter. He stopped and opened up a cool Sierra Mist and took a drink, even pouring some on his rigid pecs to cool them off. As the delicous droplets of high-fructose corn syrup rolled down his stiff pecs he mouth opened slightly in ecstacy as the vapors cooled off his skin in the late-summer heat.
It was as if the Sierra Mist was cooling him off by making him gasp out in sensual joy. At that time, by heart began to race, I've never wanted to be a sweetened lime-soda more in my life."
I am NOT sexually attracted to Thames. I LIKE girls. I've been masturbating over them again and he hasn't even been popping into my head,or The Rock. So that was a relifed.
Liar. I'm also usually relieved when The Rock doesn't make cameos in my dreams too. His agent has been trying, though.
I guess it's like he's the drug. If I'm around him I can feel a little of what I felt in that van, that great great van.
"Those hot July summer nights when we'd cuddle for warmth..."
So I followed him. From a distance. This was NOT stalking, of course. I know where he lives. If he'd been a stranger, okay, it would have been stalking. But I was doing nothing wrong.
I'm sure rationalization is a step somewhere along the way to perverse criminal behavior.
and was surprised to see a girl sitting outside his place, waiting for him.
That bitch! He's YOUR man!
She was white and quite pretty, the EXACT OPPOSITE of his so called girlfriend.
She was Bizzaro Fat Bitch!
I couldn't believe it when I saw Thames kissing her. They were all over each other!
That bitch!
Now, you might WRONGLY suspect that I was feeling JEALOUS at this moment, but you'd be wrong.
Uh0huh.
I felt pride! I was PROUD of that playa Thames for trading up on the pussy scale from a non-hottie to a hottie.
"Pussy scale" nice. These are big words coming from a man who's fucked his cousin and strange men in someone else's livingroom.
I was happy to watch them go inside and imagine them having sex in his bunk bed (he shares with like five guys and they're short on space.)
Yeah. Nothing says great like a five-banging hot white chicks.
The next day I went out again at the same time, again lying to mom that I was looking for a job.
You know, you don't have to lie. You could, you know,
get a job!!!
On a scale for you that include some of the lies you've told, I'll grant you this.
I'll get a job when the right one comes along.
Your resume so-far consists of "bakery clerk" and "UFC leg breaker" so, tell me, what's the "right kind of job" for you?
I was astonished to see Fattie McGee waiting for him this time. He kissed her and they went inside. WTF THE FUCK? Why!? After that hot piece of cakeass he had the previous day he goes back to her!? I could not belive my eyes. Without even thinking I ran over and knocked on his door.
Oh my god! You knocked on Thames door after he went inside?! You risk taker! What will hapen! The suspense is killing me!
Phew!
Here are the Clive Notes of my conversation with him.
Clive Notes?
Thames: Oh hey man, what's up, though you were agrophobic now.
You're afraid of land and soil?
Me: Never mind that, what are you doing back with her?
Jealousy!
Thames: Sssh up man, she'll here you, dude.
Me: I saw you yesterday, Thamester! I saw you with a hot girl!
Thames: Oh man, that was you watching from behind the tree?
But, remember folks, he wasn't stalking! It's perfectly normal to follow people around and watch them from behind trees.
Me: Yes! Why are you doing this!
Thames: I'm weak, manj, you know what it's like, you've been with lots of girls and cheated on people.
"Lots of girls." Thames, meet me at Camera 3...
Me: Yes but I always had a good reason. And anyway, you should just dump fatso in there and get with the hot girl!
Thames: I can't, dude, I love my girlfriend!
Awww.
Three snaps for you!
Thames: Dude, shut up, she's only in the kitchen, she might hear!
Me: OH, THE KITCHEN, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN.
Man, MB. You're such a catty shrew when you're jealous!
Thames: Look, just go, okay, I'll talk to you later.
Me: You're crazy, Thames!
That was about it. I can't believe him. The other girl was BLANKETLY hotter than his girlfirend! What is there to think about?
Love is more than hotness. Considering the only people you've had sex with you were either related to or the same sex as you in and orgy you've little to talk about.
Well, I'm going to keep on him to dump his girl and get with hottie. I want to see my Thames happy.
It would seem to me that he IS happy.
In other news, LDG and I might be over, I'm sad to say.
Well that plot thread went no where. Is her name Nikki and does she have a friend named Palo?
The last time we talked she said she couldn't find anything about my wrestling on the internet (for some reason I had told her some of my stuff was on youtube, if she looked hard enough) and she had thought she was going crazy until she found a post on a message board that PROVED I was lying!
She did a basic Google search for your name?! Wow! She's clearly a master-sluth!
I quickly blocked her after this and didn't unblock her for two days, but by then she wasn't online. I didn't see this coming! I really liked her. She helped me through some tough times.
Smooth and perfectly rational.
But oh well! Now that I'm cured it doesn't matter, I can go out again and I WILL meet another girl soon enough!
This thread promised us hot inter-racial, same-sex, sex. You better deliever MadBaggins!
Because abuse victims never lie and say they fell down the stairs to explain away their spouse-provided bruises...
