everybody said that shit to me when I started getting tattoos at 17 - "oh but what will you look like at 80?"
Who gives a shit? I'm lucky to even be alive at 80.

I was thinking of 40 but okay, fair enough. ^.^

Honey, its all the same when my clothes are off. I still get laid despite what and where my tattoos are and have never had a problem in that department.

whateva! You got a map and hand-holds laid out down there

She needs a rope ladder tattooed up her leg...

Honey, its all the same when my clothes are off. I still get laid despite what and where my tattoos are and have never had a problem in that department.

I already said okay.

Whoa! Who spiked your curry?

Zooms, I put in wooden pegs for those adventurers who like to free climb.
Underclass, a map and suggest route is always provided, free of charge.

Um no one? I didnt type it angrily, your choice to read it so.

I suppose I am working on having quarter sleeves, no more than that though.  No one notices the quarter sleeves under button down work shirts so that is as far as I can take it.

Um no one? I didnt type it angrily, your choice to read it so.

I've just figured out why I get this irritated sense of deja-vu whenever I read some of your posts. You have the same shit-stirring insistence on having the last word that my younger sister used to drive me crazy with when we were teenagers.

I noticed that she does that too.  I think it doesn't stop at adolescence.  I still do that sometimes.  It' a female thing.

I've just figured out why I get this irritated sense of deja-vu whenever I read some of your posts. You have the same shit-stirring insistence on having the last word that my younger sister used to drive me crazy with when we were teenagers.

I like to talk, I cant help it. Its not because I like having the last word, i hate being last poster, just to keep the convo going. Especially when people think I'm crazier and angrier than I am. (I'm used to not having the last word in arguments, its useless, my bro and mother do it so their arguments go on and on and onnnn)..

Good to know you get irritated though. (and yes I am aware this post is a prime example of what you mean. *shrug*)     



Edit: i know sometimes i do post in that kinda way but not consciously. Like the reply to the geek i dont think was trying to get the last word in but I'm sure in some cases like talking about religion i have. 

I've just figured out why I get this irritated sense of deja-vu whenever I read some of your posts. You have the same shit-stirring insistence on having the last word that my younger sister used to drive me crazy with when we were teenagers.

ding ding ding!

flipcup last night:

<whisper>  hey.... Si.... you're too OLD to play flip cup </whisper>

pffft, fuck that. I'm a a fuckin' flipcup MASTER. I flip well, and can drink faster than almost anyone I've played with/against.

Is there prestige in being a flip cup master?  I'm a booty lickin master, and there is massive amounts of prestige tied up in that.

Prestige? Not so much. Lotta high-fives though.

Orion Beer

I think I want a cougar soon ...

ONE SIP ONE FLIP, MOTHERFUCKER

<whisper>  hey.... Si.... you're never too OLD to play flip cup </whisper>

I've played and still don't know how to play it ....

Just keep my cup full until the rest of you fuckers pass out. I win.

How To Play Flip Cup

Werd ...

I learned that game the hard way, ie from people who were already good.

It sucks to be the weak link. A very drunk friend of ours once cost us the top spot in a tournament, and she felt awful. I was lucky enough to kinda "get it" from the first time I played. I don't always one-flip, but I rarely let the side down.

Interesting ....

Not really.  But I can't judge.  I don't go out anymore and I have like one friend now because all my friends moved away or don't go out either.  I feel like the people in my age group and social scene are morons for the most part so I feel like flip cup could make some people fast friends.

You don't need to go out, you have a man and an etsy store. You should concentrate on sewing and pleasing DG Fuente.