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Re: BBV Anonymous Confessions

I only read the cliff notes. Hopefully, the contents are not actually Hillary on Chelsea slash fanfic?

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This might be way too long, so I put cliff notes.

My friend, who has since quit drinking, used to act
like a total [censored] when he got drunk. Sometimes he
would become totally out of control. We'll call him
John.

We'll also call him Meathead. This was actually a
nickname we gave him, and the joke was that Meathead
was his alter ego who showed up everytime John started
getting really drunk. Meathead would do stuff like
randomly punch his own friends (usually in the arm,
but once he hit one guy right in the stomache), and
would often say stupid [censored] like "Punch me in the
face" when you tried to reason with him. This line
became Meathead's catchphrase, and we all repeated it
often. We all knew that it rankled John when we
constantly called him Meathead, or just Meat, so of
course we did it constantly.

One night we went out drinking to a place where we
knew the bartender. There was about 6-7 guys I knew
there.

We started doing shots. John was drinking them fast
and furious, and was soon wasted. Meathead hadn't
made an appearance yet, so no one realized how many
shots John had done. We decided to leave and head to
another bar. I went outside and was waiting out there
with a couple of friends. We were impatiently waiting
for the stragglers inside to hurry the hell up so we
could all leave.

Suddenly I heard a ruckus. I will describe the
ruckus. The door of the bar slammed open and Meathead
ran out laughing hysterically. In hot pursuit was a
guy in one of those satin blue Yankees jackets. To
this day there is some dispute as to this guy's
estimated age, but I know for sure that he had white
hair. He was probably around 55-60. We were in our
twenties. I stepped in front of him and said "What
the hell is going on???".

White Hair blurts out "You're friend popped me!". He
was irate. I quickly said "There is no way he punched
you". I really believed this. I didn't realize that
Meathead was going for broke this night. At this
point, people who knew White Hair (he was a regular
apparentley) were holding him to make sure he didn't
resume the chase.

Meathead taunted "Calm down old man! You're gonna
have a heart attack". WH went crazy. He started
frantically struggling to get free, and was yelling
out "Old man? Old man?". He briefly got free and ran
for Meat. Meat was way too quick though, and was just
running in a small circle, dodging his attacks and
laughing hystericall all of the while.

At this point the bartender told us to get Meat the
hell out of there. Some guys held WH, and we began
the tedious process of trying to get Meat into the
car. We finally did, but he was able to open his
window and yell something about the guy being an old
man again. We sped out of there and headed for
another bar. I will say right now that I am not
totally blameless in this story, but only due to
stupidity. We should have called it a night and taken
Meat home.

In the car we found out that Meat had made fun of WH's
Yankee jacket. I am a Yankee fan, and even I admit
that his jacket was horrible. It was not the same
color as those normal blue satin jackets (which I
don't like much anyway), and it was awful.

Meat is a Bosox fan, so they then got into it about
the coming season. It was probably a little tense,
but was still on the level of somewhat friendly bar
room banter when Meat slapped WH across the face.
Meat often did this to his friends when he was out of
control (it's not a huge bitch slap or anything, but
definitely enough to piss you off), but this guy was a
stranger and was twice his age (at least). Anyway,
the guy of course attacked and we saw the aftermath
(Meat running away and being chased).

So we get to the new bar. There is 4 of us in this
car. We've read Meat the riot act, and warned him
about his behavior. Of course, we should have
realized that he was beyond reasoning at this point.
Also, he was still drinking.

Meat was surprsingly well behaved for most of the
night. When it came time to leave though, he went to
pay the bill and joked to the bartender "You're lucky
the jews aren't paying on one of their cards, your tip
would be [censored]". The other two guys who were still
with us were Jews.

Anyway, a Jewish waitress of course overheard and took
major offense. Meat was laughing in her face and
taunting her. By the end he had said that Hitler had
the right idea, and was then pointing in her face
literally saying "Die Jew die!". He did all of this
with a stupid smile on his face. She was getting so
angry that she flung a glass at him.

I only saw the tail end of this. None of us were
around Meat while this was happening, but a guy I knew
had seen it start and had come to warn me that Meat
was starting trouble with the staff.

By this point, the girl's boyfriend was right there
watching, but was clearly too intimidated by Meat to
say or do anything. I came up and grabbed Meat and
was taking him out of there. On my way out, I told my
friend Dan we had to leave because Meathead had gotten
us thrown out again. Dan was talking to someone, but
said OK. After waiting outside with Meat for a while,
I realized Dan was not coming. Everyone else had
gotten rides home at this point.

I ordered Meat to wait by the car, and went back in.
Of course Meat only waited a short while before
following. Inside I found Dan and was like "What the
[censored] are you doing??? Meathead is out of control and
we have to leave". Dan was majorly drunk too, so he
was just like "Oh, OK".

This is when I see Meat coming up to us. On his way
over he purposely rams his shoulder into the shoulder
of that waitress' boyfriend. The guy does not say a
word, but now random bystanders are starting to say
"You better get that guy out of here!". I hustled him
out, and Dan came with us. We got in Meat's car. I
had been driving since we got thrown out of the last
place. Anyway, I angrily said "We're going home".

Meat said he was hungry and wanted to go to a diner.
I said "No way". Unfortunately, Dan now chimed in and
was saying that he was hungry too. They were begging
like two spoiled children. Foolishly, I eventually
agreed when Meat promised to behave himself. I should
mention that I was drunk too.

We pull into the diner parking lot and I see a cop
car. I say "Meat, look the cops are here. Don't
start any [censored]". Meat sarcastically says "Ooooooh the
cops!". He is now trying to lower his window. He is
pressing the button to lower it, and I am pressing the
driver's button to raise that same window. I am also
trying to child lock the window, but it's not my car
so I am struggling to find buttons.

It has become clear that Meat is trying to say
something to a guy and a girl who were walking to
their car. All I hear him say is "Yeah, you better
move" (meaning their car, so we could park) which was
actually not that bad, and kind of funny. The lot was
really full so I had to swing around again to find a
spot.

As soon as I park, Meat opens the door and exits.
Before I can even remove the key, there is a huge guy
with a goattee in Meat's face. He says "You gotta
[censored] problem?!?!". Before a startled Meat can even
respond, the guy shoves him against the open car door
(Meat's back was to the inside side of the car door).
Dan had already started walking to the diner, and just
calmly and drunkenly watched all that happened next.
His theory is that Meat deserves an ass whipping
anyway, so why help him?

I get out of the car, and walk around the back. Dan
said the way I just walked instead of hurried at all
was hysterical and made what happened next so
surprising.

I see Meat struggling with this guy. I haul off and
punch the guy in the temple. The guy starts going
down, but somehow grabs two fistfuls of my shirt in
his hand. I want to mention that this was my favorite
shirt. Anyway, my shirt comes over my head hockey
fight style.

I quickly take two steps backward, making sure the
shirt comes off. The shirt is pulled off of me, and I
look up to see the guy on his hands and knees, with my
shirt in his hands. I surge forward and kick him in
the face soccer punt style. I really booted this guy
hard, and right in the face. Dan said his first
thought was "Oh my god, this guy could be dead".

I followed up with another quick, snapping kick to the
head. Now I was standing over top of him and punching
down on his back and head, and occasionally throwing
kicks into his side. Meat suddenly appeared next to
me and was raining down punches on the guy's back.

It's at this point we hear loud sobbing, and then a
wailing "That's my father!".

We both immediately step back. I had assumed the
whole time that this guy was our age for some reason,
and that the girl we had seen him with was his GF.
Anyway, we both automatically stop the pummeling and
take 5 or 6 steps backward. The girl is now
hysterically crying, and is at her father's side,
helping him up. He stands up to his full height, and
this guy is like 6'4" 250ish. He is middle aged. He
has a stream of blood coming from somewhere on his
head and trickling down over his face.

At this point, I say the first thing that comes to
mind. I realize it's beyond ridiculous, but I blurt
out "We don't want any trouble!".

He says "I'm gonna kill you".

At this point, I am thinking that this dude is tough
as nails. Just that kick to the face should have been
enough to take the fight out of anyone.

I now say "You don't want to fight two people!' It's
like I was pleading with him.

He responded "I am gonna kill you both".

Now I whined, "Control your father!"

It's not that I thought he could beat us both up at
that point, although one on one he would probably whip
either of us. I just had no reason at all to want to
fight him, and it was obviously going to be a brutal
brawl either way. Anyway, the girl did throw her arms
around him and bury her sobbing face in his chest. He
took one stumbling step forward, but made no real
attempt to attack.

At this point 4 state troopers walk up and say "What
the hell is going on?"

Meat surges forward and says "I got out of my car and
this guy just attacked me!". I'm thinking "oh, no
here we go".

The cop sarcastically says, "So you're telling me that
you got out of your car, and out of nowhere, this guy
attacked you, without any reason whatsoever???"

Meat immediately responds "That's what IIIIII'm
saying! He's CRAAAAZY!".

So far the guy we beat up was just standing there with
my shirt in his hand. He had picked it up and was
looking at it confusedly. Clearly he was still rocked
from all of the blows to the head. I went up and
snatched my shirt from his hand, and he just gave me a
confused look. He must have been wondering if that
was his shirt, or how it wound up on the floor.
Anyway, the damn shirt was torn and had blood stains
on it. Goodbye favorite shirt.

The girl is yelling "You're a llllllliiiiaaaarrrrr!"
at Meat, and is still in hysterics.

It's here that I notice she is dressed up for a
formal. I remember seeing other kids dressed up
hanging out in the restaurant portion of the bar we
were at and remarking "Hey these highschool kids must
have had a formal". So now I realized that this poor
girl's father had taken her to a diner after picking
her up on the night of her prom/formal/whatever. So
she was just a high school kid. As one of my friends
would say later, "That must have been the worst night
of her life".

At this point local cops show up and confer with the
troopers. The troopers go back to their meal, and the
locals take over. No joke, 7 cop cars showed up for
some reason.

A couple of cops take the guy and his daughter aside
to talk to them, and the rest talk to us. They do not
seperate me from my friends, and amazingly Meat is now
the greatest defense lawyer in history. No matter how
ridiculous his claims are, they also can't be
disproven.

I tell the cop straight up that all I know is that I
saw my friend being attacked and I joined the fray. I
also say stuff like "We don't want to press any
charges, we just want to go home". In this way, I am
indicating that we did nothing unlawful and don't want
to make a big deal of this. I'm of course praying I
don't wind up with assault charges.

The cops who conferred with the attacker now come over
and tell Meat "next time keep your tongue in your
head." This made me think Meat had said some things I
hadn't heard.

They then tell us that the guy is coming over to
apologize! I am trying to say "No, no, that is
unneccessary, it was all a misunderstanding".

The guy comes over, says he's sorry and shakes our
hands! We're falling all over ourselves saying "No
don't worry about it, it was a misunderstanding."

The cops then tell us that the manager of the diner
wants to tell us something. The manager comes over
and tells us that we're not welcome to eat at his
estabelishment.

I start to say "We understand totally, we're on our
way home anyway" when Meat and Dan start whining.
"What? We didn't do anything! Why can't we eat???".

I have to hustle them in the car. We actually go to a
different diner and eat there. Meat was well behaved
at that point.

It was at this other diner that I learned that
Meathead, frustrated in his attempts to keep his
window open when we were driving past the
father/daughter, had put his tongue in between the V
of his two fingers, and was thrashing his tongue
about. It must have been this crude and vulgar sign
which had set that father off. And that's what the
cop meant by "next time keep your tongue in your
head". I guess the guy had apologized because the
cops must have explained to him that he was legally in
the wrong because he attacked us.

The next day, my thumb was all messed up and my foot
was swollen and sore. Meat of course had no injuries.
That guy must have been sore as hell, considering he
must have been in his late thirties or forties. And
yes, that must have been the worst night of that
girl's young life. But one thing I still say is that
she wasn't saying [censored] when her ruffian father went
over to give Meat an (admittedly deserved) whipping,
but was suddenly bawling when we put the beat down on
him.

Cliff notes: I beat up a father in front of his
daughter in the parking lot of a diner. He apologized
and shook my hand.

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Re: BBV Anonymous Confessions

You horrible horrible per...wait, this is in Canada, carry on

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I am a 35-40ish frequent 2+2 and BBV reader, and to date have never posted. I am a Canadian citizen. I am also a welfare fraud and poker player.

To add to my resume', I was a grade 9 high school dropout, with an IQ in the 155-160 range. Have never really liked school, and have never had a goal or career-oriented job.

I have worked many menial jobs throughout the years, most stemming from the fact I became a parent to a child in my late 20s, and thus came the need for regular food and a stable residency. The reason for the many jobs is that I have always had a problem in dealing with stupid people, and especially those in positions of authority. I have either been fired or quit from all of them.

As fate would have it, this pattern changed a number of years back when I found myself to be a single parent, solely raising my child, and within 3 months had a series of events (yet another job loss shortly followed by an injury, etc.) that led to us finding ourselves on the welfare roll, and at that time unable to work. The truth is, by then I had honestly lost all regard for working, and had accepted our situation...somewhat.

I applied for us to get into public housing as we were in the process of being evicted, and as of today we still live in the single family home we received 4 years ago. It is 100% paid through social programs, heating and utilities included, and sits near the end of a quiet residential street in a fairly decent neighborhood. I have no plans of leaving the system, as I have gone further on to fake my injuries, and as well faked a mental illness that has convinced both my doctor and social worker that I require permanent disability. I have just recently received perm. dis., so I will never really have to work another day in my life. So Dear Honest, Hard Working Taxpayer, does this make you a little angry?

Shortly after moving into our house, we were so seriously indebted to every possible utility, I had to ask a member of my family to hook up a ph. and cable for us, to which I would somehow try to pay for. I immediately hooked my PC in and was back on the Internet, and back to playing games at various sites. Games are something that I have always been able to dominate. One day, an online person I knew told me that she and several other people we knew weren't playing this particular game any more, and that is was because they were now playing poker. Later that night, I DL'd the program she spoke of and began to learn. Yes, I joined them and began to learn on Da Da Da Da! Play money.

Within the week I found that I could dominate very easily, and after watching the real money games, night after night, decided I had to find a way to play for real money. Hello free money offers!

I signed up for every free money offer I could find *Insert start of BBV type brag now* and began grinding the smallest stakes there were, quickly running them up. At the end of the first month of play I realized just how easy it could/would be, and the possible implications of gaining this source of revenue, versus having to explain where the money was coming from when I decided to eventually start withdrawing. It was then I went to several close family members and one friend (best friend) and had them make both poker and neteller accounts, which I could then dump to.

It is nearly 4 years later now, and the short of it is this. First year, 60k US funds. Second year 145k US funds. Third year 340k US funds. This the 4th year, I am on track to again be well into the latter 300 k, to mid 400 k US fund mark. This the whole while writing in 'zero' or 'nil' month after month, year after year for sources of income. I even get tiny tax cheques back once a year, and other perks for being so poor. Hate me ever more yet, tax paying people?

Since I began I have systematically withdrew and locked funds away, using various methods to avoid personal detection while still safeguarding being scammed, if even by family or my friend. Not that I think they would ever try to screw me or what I have going on, I have made it profitable enough for them that I cannot see it ever coming to one of them trying, but have protected myself even in the event that it did.

We still today live in the same house as mentioned, paid 100% by social assistance, heat and lights included. I still go buy most of my clothes at thrift stores, and I drive a [censored], ugly car. Sure, I have a better PC now and 2 30" monitors instead of the crappy 13" one, and some pretty cool techie gizmo's, and my child now gets to play any sport they want, and gets to wear w/e sort of clothes they want for w/e price, but aside from that, I haven't left any flags out for possible detection.

I see those hating on the lazy welfare people all the time, 'sucking on the system' and so on..., and at some level I admit I even feel a bit of disdain for those lazy unmotivated people also. What a hypocrite, right? Probably so. So how do you feel about me? Fact is, I honestly don't care.

Why do this if you aren't going to be spending the money? I started out thinking I wanted to make lots and lots of money to have and spend and never be broke again. I have found since having it, that it really isn't that important to me. My child is very important to me, and I plan to see that they won't ever have to do without. My child is not a genius, just of average intelligence, but is a good kid and I plan/hope to be able to give them every advantage I can, be it schooling, a start in business, or whatever path they choose.

So that's about it, I am glad I finally wrote it down. Yep, I'm one of those lazy welfare people, and even more so, a cheater. I don't care if anyone believe this or not. I don't care if some intraweb sleuth tries to expose me, for I honestly don't think it could be proven. If anything, I might be able to play an insanity/delusional card, and maybe get a few more benefits if a knock ever came at the door investigating one day. Part of me almost welcomes it.

A short while ago I saw in a NVG thread someone asking about one of my SN's and some people speculating on who they thought it might be. I have to admit that this brought me some pleasure, and a chuckle. No one was even close, obviously, because that SN was actually me...

Yours truly,
Welfare Bob

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Re: BBV Anonymous Confessions

i live in austrailia, I've pondered getting the doll (welfare)

I couldn't bring myself to do it. Plus at some point they brought in some pretty strict rules, like you have to apply for 4 jobs a week or something, so it def wouldn't be worth it anyway

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I thought Canadians aren't taxed on gambling winnings

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so you have plenty of money now and still live on the system. thats just stupid. I can understand if you dont want to get a job or w/e and you need to be on welfare in order to live. but if you make 300k in a year, it's stupid. I hope you go to jail for fraud.

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You horrible horrible per...wait, this is in Canada, carry on

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I am a 35-40ish frequent 2+2 and BBV reader, and to date have never posted. I am a Canadian citizen. I am also a welfare fraud and poker player.

To add to my resume', I was a grade 9 high school dropout, with an IQ in the 155-160 range. Have never really liked school, and have never had a goal or career-oriented job.

I have worked many menial jobs throughout the years, most stemming from the fact I became a parent to a child in my late 20s, and thus came the need for regular food and a stable residency. The reason for the many jobs is that I have always had a problem in dealing with stupid people, and especially those in positions of authority. I have either been fired or quit from all of them.

As fate would have it, this pattern changed a number of years back when I found myself to be a single parent, solely raising my child, and within 3 months had a series of events (yet another job loss shortly followed by an injury, etc.) that led to us finding ourselves on the welfare roll, and at that time unable to work. The truth is, by then I had honestly lost all regard for working, and had accepted our situation...somewhat.

I applied for us to get into public housing as we were in the process of being evicted, and as of today we still live in the single family home we received 4 years ago. It is 100% paid through social programs, heating and utilities included, and sits near the end of a quiet residential street in a fairly decent neighborhood. I have no plans of leaving the system, as I have gone further on to fake my injuries, and as well faked a mental illness that has convinced both my doctor and social worker that I require permanent disability. I have just recently received perm. dis., so I will never really have to work another day in my life. So Dear Honest, Hard Working Taxpayer, does this make you a little angry?

Shortly after moving into our house, we were so seriously indebted to every possible utility, I had to ask a member of my family to hook up a ph. and cable for us, to which I would somehow try to pay for. I immediately hooked my PC in and was back on the Internet, and back to playing games at various sites. Games are something that I have always been able to dominate. One day, an online person I knew told me that she and several other people we knew weren't playing this particular game any more, and that is was because they were now playing poker. Later that night, I DL'd the program she spoke of and began to learn. Yes, I joined them and began to learn on Da Da Da Da! Play money.

Within the week I found that I could dominate very easily, and after watching the real money games, night after night, decided I had to find a way to play for real money. Hello free money offers!

I signed up for every free money offer I could find *Insert start of BBV type brag now* and began grinding the smallest stakes there were, quickly running them up. At the end of the first month of play I realized just how easy it could/would be, and the possible implications of gaining this source of revenue, versus having to explain where the money was coming from when I decided to eventually start withdrawing. It was then I went to several close family members and one friend (best friend) and had them make both poker and neteller accounts, which I could then dump to.

It is nearly 4 years later now, and the short of it is this. First year, 60k US funds. Second year 145k US funds. Third year 340k US funds. This the 4th year, I am on track to again be well into the latter 300 k, to mid 400 k US fund mark. This the whole while writing in 'zero' or 'nil' month after month, year after year for sources of income. I even get tiny tax cheques back once a year, and other perks for being so poor. Hate me ever more yet, tax paying people?

Since I began I have systematically withdrew and locked funds away, using various methods to avoid personal detection while still safeguarding being scammed, if even by family or my friend. Not that I think they would ever try to screw me or what I have going on, I have made it profitable enough for them that I cannot see it ever coming to one of them trying, but have protected myself even in the event that it did.

We still today live in the same house as mentioned, paid 100% by social assistance, heat and lights included. I still go buy most of my clothes at thrift stores, and I drive a [censored], ugly car. Sure, I have a better PC now and 2 30" monitors instead of the crappy 13" one, and some pretty cool techie gizmo's, and my child now gets to play any sport they want, and gets to wear w/e sort of clothes they want for w/e price, but aside from that, I haven't left any flags out for possible detection.

I see those hating on the lazy welfare people all the time, 'sucking on the system' and so on..., and at some level I admit I even feel a bit of disdain for those lazy unmotivated people also. What a hypocrite, right? Probably so. So how do you feel about me? Fact is, I honestly don't care.

Why do this if you aren't going to be spending the money? I started out thinking I wanted to make lots and lots of money to have and spend and never be broke again. I have found since having it, that it really isn't that important to me. My child is very important to me, and I plan to see that they won't ever have to do without. My child is not a genius, just of average intelligence, but is a good kid and I plan/hope to be able to give them every advantage I can, be it schooling, a start in business, or whatever path they choose.

So that's about it, I am glad I finally wrote it down. Yep, I'm one of those lazy welfare people, and even more so, a cheater. I don't care if anyone believe this or not. I don't care if some intraweb sleuth tries to expose me, for I honestly don't think it could be proven. If anything, I might be able to play an insanity/delusional card, and maybe get a few more benefits if a knock ever came at the door investigating one day. Part of me almost welcomes it.

A short while ago I saw in a NVG thread someone asking about one of my SN's and some people speculating on who they thought it might be. I have to admit that this brought me some pleasure, and a chuckle. No one was even close, obviously, because that SN was actually me...

Yours truly,
Welfare Bob

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i think i hate this guy more than the dude who married the rich, ugly broad. mainly because that house can go to someone who desperatly needs it (for example: someone sleeping in a cardboard box in the middle of winter)

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change IRuleYouHard's title to vampire?

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lol

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I thought about it and... I think vampire is acceptable... even though I will prolly get banned never (the guy below is lying) so its pointless.

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I thought about it and... I think vampire is acceptable... even though I will prolly get banned again so its pointless.

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U prolly will be banned for admitting to already being banned good bye

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Adanth, are you too busy sorting through April Fool's ones to post anymore real ones? (Note: claiming you 'have a life' is not an excuse).

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meh, this is barely funny enough to post I guess

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When bored, I often multi-table poker with porn (usually -ev, but fun nontheless).....

One night, I hadn't busted in awhile - I'm usually good for 1-2 per day and it had been a few days......

So I'm multi tabling porn for a loooong time and I'm ready, real ready, to bust one...and I end up "chinning" myself.....which is bad enough, however my mouth was slightly ummm ajar and and I caught a bit inside my mouth....

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you know, instead of talking to her

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When I was in high school I worked at a local movie rental place that also had tanning beds. Not long after working there I realized there was a crack in one of the doors that led into the tanning beds. All the hot girls from my high school would tan there as well as some pretty smokin milfs.

So what did I do as a horny high school kid? I looked through the crack and expanded my knowledge of the female body. There was also a vent in the bottom of the doors that I could see through in one of the rooms also. There were 4 rooms, and when the hot women would come in, I would always tell them that room 3 was the best bed so they would go in there. I would estimate that I probably saw about 100 naked chicks in the time I worked there.

The most notable was the hottest girl in high school. I had a huuuge crush on here since like the 6th grade and I got her to come tan there. I actually rubbed one out when she was there. It was great.

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on a fun note, my computer appears to be in need of a reformat so updates might be slow for a couple of days

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meh, this is barely funny enough to post I guess

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When bored, I often multi-table poker with porn (usually -ev, but fun nontheless).....

One night, I hadn't busted in awhile - I'm usually good for 1-2 per day and it had been a few days......

So I'm multi tabling porn for a loooong time and I'm ready, real ready, to bust one...and I end up "chinning" myself.....which is bad enough, however my mouth was slightly ummm ajar and and I caught a bit inside my mouth....

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or so funny i am laughing LOLOLOLOL nice work made a donk-shot.

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Wow, some really entertaining reads here. I've racked my brain for a worthy submission, but I haven't done anything that really has merit for this thread. Please keep them coming.

ScottieK

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you know, instead of talking to her

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When I was in high school I worked at a local movie rental place that also had tanning beds. Not long after working there I realized there was a crack in one of the doors that led into the tanning beds. All the hot girls from my high school would tan there as well as some pretty smokin milfs.

So what did I do as a horny high school kid? I looked through the crack and expanded my knowledge of the female body. There was also a vent in the bottom of the doors that I could see through in one of the rooms also. There were 4 rooms, and when the hot women would come in, I would always tell them that room 3 was the best bed so they would go in there. I would estimate that I probably saw about 100 naked chicks in the time I worked there.

The most notable was the hottest girl in high school. I had a huuuge crush on here since like the 6th grade and I got her to come tan there. I actually rubbed one out when she was there. It was great.

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WTF, were webcams not invented yet?

Ray

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I applied for us to get into public housing as we were in the process of being evicted, and as of today we still live in the single family home we received 4 years ago. It is 100% paid through social programs, heating and utilities included, and sits near the end of a quiet residential street in a fairly decent neighborhood. I have no plans of leaving the system, as I have gone further on to fake my injuries, and as well faked a mental illness that has convinced both my doctor and social worker that I require permanent disability. I have just recently received perm. dis., so I will never really have to work another day in my life. So Dear Honest, Hard Working Taxpayer, does this make you a little angry?

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The goldigging one actually makes me feel sad....that's pretty shallow...

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LOL.

That story is the MO for 70% of the females in the free world

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i live in austrailia, I've pondered getting the doll (welfare)

I couldn't bring myself to do it. Plus at some point they brought in some pretty strict rules, like you have to apply for 4 jobs a week or something, so it def wouldn't be worth it anyway

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It would be a whole hell of a lot of fun to try to pull this off for a few months. Think about it, you would have to go into the job interviews with the intention of not getting hired. I think I would go in everytime and say something to the effect of, "Hey [censored] face, give me a job now before I bang your daughter."

You might get the [censored] kicked out of you 4 times a week, but it would be a great story / prop bet.

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It would be a whole hell of a lot of fun to try to pull this off for a few months. Think about it, you would have to go into the job interviews with the intention of not getting hired. I think I would go in everytime and say something to the effect of, "Hey [censored] face, give me a job now before I bang your daughter."

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A character in the novel Trainspotting used to do this. He would (earnestly and with all apparent sincerity) admit to a hard drug problem and say something like "but with God's help, I'm fighting it".

I wouldn't be at all surprised if it was based on real life.

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standard

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Adanthar,
Hello. Me and my friends were partying hard last
week. We were all shitfaced and planned to crash at
one of our houses. So we get back at like 2 am and I
am retarded. I took a perc and drank a ton of vodka
and beer. I'm not a heavy drinker so all my friends
were impressed with what I held down. So we all crash
back at my friends house and I go straight up to his
room to go to sleep, but I can't make it there so I
went into the bathroom and straight throwing up. They
see me and they go to bed. I go back to the mattress
laying on his floor in his room. It was a huge
mattress so more than one person could fit on it so of
corse my friend crashes on it while im gone but I said
[censored] it and laid on the other side.

So later in the night I have no idea what time it was
possibly 5 am. I have the urge to take a piss, but I
decided to just stand up and piss all over the
mattress, floor and even on the pillows. I'm so happy
my friend who was on the mattress didn't wake up,
because he probably would have beat the hsit out of
me. He is a huge football player. Once I'm done I go
ont he floor next to the mattress and lay down. I wake
up in the morning before the others and realized what
I did and I'm like oh [censored] I can't tell everyone I
just stood up and pissed everywhere. I went to the
bathroom and just grab some cleaning [censored] and start
spraying it everywhere. And when my friend who was on
the mattress got up looked at me, I just said man I
threw up a lot.

So I got him to get off of it and flipped that bitch
and sent it under my friends bed, never to be talked
about again. Pillows were sent in a bag.

What an [censored].

P.S. - I took ambien like 15 mins ago so it might be a
little messed up. I need to go to bed now.

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probably also standard

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I was at a kegger with a few of my friends. Lotsa dudes, few brauds, angry mob repeatedly flipping a car over... that kind of scene. Even though we didn't know anybody, we somehow managed to commandeer the kegs, and serve our friends exclusively (this ALWAYS happens at keggers we attend, and results in numerous brawls).

So a wasted looking girl (hot, albeit semi-trashy) approaches us wanting to do a kegstand. My buddy P says "Right this way" and puts his arm around her. She recoils immediately with an outraged look on her face and says "Excuse me!? Are you touching me!?'. So we start laughing and call her a [censored] and she storms off.

Five minutes later a surly, white-trash looking dude saunters up to me and smiles, asking 'How ya doing buddy?' Predictably, he punches me in the face before he's even finished his sentence. My buddy P immediately decks him and he goes down hard. We both jump on him and start pummelling him mercilessly, and it's then that I hear the sweetest sound I've heard in a long while: his girlfriend (the trashy braud, who obviously put him up to it) screaming 'No!'.

Unfortunately, I soon learn where this guy got the courage to approach us: no less than every male in sight then converges on us. At least 30-40 people. We try to fight our way through the crowd, but before it gets bad for us, the owners (even though they're friends with the guy we just pummeled) get in the middle and break up the fight.

Now's where the confession part comes in. We're about to leave unscathed and extremely lucky when the [censored] comes back and asks me 'What I got now', and I just can't take it... I spit a massive loogie directly in her face. She slaps me hard and I fly into an uncontrollable rage. Even though I know my friends and I will all get badly hurt if I do anything, I can't overcome the sheer hatred I feel towards her. I openhand her directly across the jaw and she does a half backflip and slumps awkwardly to the floor, unconscious.

So of course her brother is there too, and immediately charges at me with an aluminum Louisville Slugger, swingly wildly at my head. While I'm frantically dodging the bat everyone (including the owners who just saved us before) converges on me, trying to hold me down. I fight like an absolute animal, desperately trying to save my life, gouging eyes, elbowing people in the face and throat. The guy with the bat absolutely smokes his friend by accident, dropping him like a bag dirt, and I manage to escape and run out to the street and start running like [censored]. I look around and realize that NONE of my friends have made it. I stand still for a second, knowing I have to go back, but dreading it. But obviously I gotta do it, so I curse myself and charge back towards the kegger.

Meanwhile my friends are brawlling their way out onto the street, with both sides using more bottles than fists. My one buddy M falls and starts getting pounded but before I can get to him this huge fat guy starts choking me. His buddies are trying to punch me but he's so fat that they can't get a shot in. I want to laugh, but instead just struggle to gasp for air.

As I'm about to pass out, I see a bright light shining from behind the fat guy choking me. All his buddies yell something and run off the road, and the fat guy lets go of me and ponderously turns around to see what's happening. In my dazed state I see the light bearing down on us, and just manage to dive out of the way. The fat guy is obviously not going anywhere fast, and the light (which is of course my friend R in his car) plows into him at like 40 mph, sending him rolling over the hood and off the side of the car. R hits several more people and then peels off at high speed and I have a sinking feeling like he just left us to die.

Fortunately, the shock generated by R accelerating his car into a crowd of people causes a break in the fighting, allowing my friends break free and start sprinting away. I stand up and watch what looks like a scene out of cartoon, and my three friends are desperately running from a massive mob with whiskey bottles and bats and rocks being hurled at them. I get up at start running too, but there's no one chasing me becase they're trying to ressucitate the fat guy. I trample over a couple people who are moaning on the ground from being run over. I look back and see a bottle hit P in the back of the head and he goes down. I can't imagine going back to get him because by now these people want to KILL US more than anything in the world, but nonetheless my other two friends stop to drag him to his feet.

Just as the mob converges on them and I contemplate one final epic charge to death and glory, R's car comes screaming back down the road at like 80 mph. Everybody starts running and screaming in terror and he pulls a James Bond 180 hand brake slide, stops in front of us, and yells 'Get in' out of the open window. My three friends and I jump in the car and peel the [censored] out of there.

We turn on to a main street, and two minutes later see a line of cop cars and a couple ambulances screaming down towards the party. Our car's windshield is cracked and the left mirror is broken off, but nobody pulls us over and we escape with no consequences.

A part of me feels bad for knocking out that girl, but she was such a [censored] and I hated so much that I wouldn't really do anything differently if given the chance. So there's my confession, along with a (hopefully) entertaining story.

CLIFF NOTES: Trash-ho gets insulted by my friends and I, and sends her boyfriend to fight us. We tune him up, but are jumped by 30-40 people. Just when the fight is about to break up without us being seriously hurt, ho asks me 'What I got now' and I spit in her face and openhand her, leaving her unconscious. A massive brawl ensues, her brother tries to beat me with a Lousiville slugger, my friends all get bottled and gangbeat. One friend escapes and plows his car into a crowd of people, saving us.

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standard friday night for me, nothing too out of the ordinary

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the author is probably a huge douchebag, but this story made me smile.

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The story's probably fake, but it was a good read.

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I was at a kegger with a few of my friends. Lotsa dudes, few brauds, angry mob repeatedly flipping a car over... that kind of scene. Even though we didn't know anybody, we somehow managed to commandeer the kegs, and serve our friends exclusively (this ALWAYS happens at keggers we attend, and results in numerous brawls).

So a wasted looking girl (hot, albeit semi-trashy) approaches us wanting to do a kegstand. My buddy P says "Right this way" and puts his arm around her. She recoils immediately with an outraged look on her face and says "Excuse me!? Are you touching me!?'. So we start laughing and call her a [censored] and she storms off.

Five minutes later a surly, white-trash looking dude saunters up to me and smiles, asking 'How ya doing buddy?' Predictably, he punches me in the face before he's even finished his sentence. My buddy P immediately decks him and he goes down hard. We both jump on him and start pummelling him mercilessly, and it's then that I hear the sweetest sound I've heard in a long while: his girlfriend (the trashy braud, who obviously put him up to it) screaming 'No!'.

Unfortunately, I soon learn where this guy got the courage to approach us: no less than every male in sight then converges on us. At least 30-40 people. We try to fight our way through the crowd, but before it gets bad for us, the owners (even though they're friends with the guy we just pummeled) get in the middle and break up the fight.

Now's where the confession part comes in. We're about to leave unscathed and extremely lucky when the [censored] comes back and asks me 'What I got now', and I just can't take it... I spit a massive loogie directly in her face. She slaps me hard and I fly into an uncontrollable rage. Even though I know my friends and I will all get badly hurt if I do anything, I can't overcome the sheer hatred I feel towards her. I openhand her directly across the jaw and she does a half backflip and slumps awkwardly to the floor, unconscious.

So of course her brother is there too, and immediately charges at me with an aluminum Louisville Slugger, swingly wildly at my head. While I'm frantically dodging the bat everyone (including the owners who just saved us before) converges on me, trying to hold me down. I fight like an absolute animal, desperately trying to save my life, gouging eyes, elbowing people in the face and throat. The guy with the bat absolutely smokes his friend by accident, dropping him like a bag dirt, and I manage to escape and run out to the street and start running like [censored]. I look around and realize that NONE of my friends have made it. I stand still for a second, knowing I have to go back, but dreading it. But obviously I gotta do it, so I curse myself and charge back towards the kegger.

Meanwhile my friends are brawlling their way out onto the street, with both sides using more bottles than fists. My one buddy M falls and starts getting pounded but before I can get to him this huge fat guy starts choking me. His buddies are trying to punch me but he's so fat that they can't get a shot in. I want to laugh, but instead just struggle to gasp for air.

As I'm about to pass out, I see a bright light shining from behind the fat guy choking me. All his buddies yell something and run off the road, and the fat guy lets go of me and ponderously turns around to see what's happening. In my dazed state I see the light bearing down on us, and just manage to dive out of the way. The fat guy is obviously not going anywhere fast, and the light (which is of course my friend R in his car) plows into him at like 40 mph, sending him rolling over the hood and off the side of the car. R hits several more people and then peels off at high speed and I have a sinking feeling like he just left us to die.

Fortunately, the shock generated by R accelerating his car into a crowd of people causes a break in the fighting, allowing my friends break free and start sprinting away. I stand up and watch what looks like a scene out of cartoon, and my three friends are desperately running from a massive mob with whiskey bottles and bats and rocks being hurled at them. I get up at start running too, but there's no one chasing me becase they're trying to ressucitate the fat guy. I trample over a couple people who are moaning on the ground from being run over. I look back and see a bottle hit P in the back of the head and he goes down. I can't imagine going back to get him because by now these people want to KILL US more than anything in the world, but nonetheless my other two friends stop to drag him to his feet.

Just as the mob converges on them and I contemplate one final epic charge to death and glory, R's car comes screaming back down the road at like 80 mph. Everybody starts running and screaming in terror and he pulls a James Bond 180 hand brake slide, stops in front of us, and yells 'Get in' out of the open window. My three friends and I jump in the car and peel the [censored] out of there.

We turn on to a main street, and two minutes later see a line of cop cars and a couple ambulances screaming down towards the party. Our car's windshield is cracked and the left mirror is broken off, but nobody pulls us over and we escape with no consequences.

A part of me feels bad for knocking out that girl, but she was such a [censored] and I hated so much that I wouldn't really do anything differently if given the chance. So there's my confession, along with a (hopefully) entertaining story.

CLIFF NOTES: Trash-ho gets insulted by my friends and I, and sends her boyfriend to fight us. We tune him up, but are jumped by 30-40 people. Just when the fight is about to break up without us being seriously hurt, ho asks me 'What I got now' and I spit in her face and openhand her, leaving her unconscious. A massive brawl ensues, her brother tries to beat me with a Lousiville slugger, my friends all get bottled and gangbeat. One friend escapes and plows his car into a crowd of people, saving us.

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this is so awesome. I'm gonna write a movie and this will be a scene in the movie.

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epic epic story...

I don't even care if its real. You rule.

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Make the movie and I will watch it. Download it illegally of course but I will watch it.

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i dont get the 'What I got now' question

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Live in richmond now was visiting norfolk last weekend went to school there ect

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Im originally from VA Beach. Went to ODU for a little while.

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I'm from Virginia Beach. Where did you live/go to school?

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probably also standard

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I was at a kegger with a few of my friends. Lotsa dudes, few brauds, angry mob repeatedly flipping a car over... that kind of scene. Even though we didn't know anybody, we somehow managed to commandeer the kegs, and serve our friends exclusively (this ALWAYS happens at keggers we attend, and results in numerous brawls).

So a wasted looking girl (hot, albeit semi-trashy) approaches us wanting to do a kegstand. My buddy P says "Right this way" and puts his arm around her. She recoils immediately with an outraged look on her face and says "Excuse me!? Are you touching me!?'. So we start laughing and call her a [censored] and she storms off.

Five minutes later a surly, white-trash looking dude saunters up to me and smiles, asking 'How ya doing buddy?' Predictably, he punches me in the face before he's even finished his sentence. My buddy P immediately decks him and he goes down hard. We both jump on him and start pummelling him mercilessly, and it's then that I hear the sweetest sound I've heard in a long while: his girlfriend (the trashy braud, who obviously put him up to it) screaming 'No!'.

Unfortunately, I soon learn where this guy got the courage to approach us: no less than every male in sight then converges on us. At least 30-40 people. We try to fight our way through the crowd, but before it gets bad for us, the owners (even though they're friends with the guy we just pummeled) get in the middle and break up the fight.

Now's where the confession part comes in. We're about to leave unscathed and extremely lucky when the [censored] comes back and asks me 'What I got now', and I just can't take it... I spit a massive loogie directly in her face. She slaps me hard and I fly into an uncontrollable rage. Even though I know my friends and I will all get badly hurt if I do anything, I can't overcome the sheer hatred I feel towards her. I openhand her directly across the jaw and she does a half backflip and slumps awkwardly to the floor, unconscious.

So of course her brother is there too, and immediately charges at me with an aluminum Louisville Slugger, swingly wildly at my head. While I'm frantically dodging the bat everyone (including the owners who just saved us before) converges on me, trying to hold me down. I fight like an absolute animal, desperately trying to save my life, gouging eyes, elbowing people in the face and throat. The guy with the bat absolutely smokes his friend by accident, dropping him like a bag dirt, and I manage to escape and run out to the street and start running like [censored]. I look around and realize that NONE of my friends have made it. I stand still for a second, knowing I have to go back, but dreading it. But obviously I gotta do it, so I curse myself and charge back towards the kegger.

Meanwhile my friends are brawlling their way out onto the street, with both sides using more bottles than fists. My one buddy M falls and starts getting pounded but before I can get to him this huge fat guy starts choking me. His buddies are trying to punch me but he's so fat that they can't get a shot in. I want to laugh, but instead just struggle to gasp for air.

As I'm about to pass out, I see a bright light shining from behind the fat guy choking me. All his buddies yell something and run off the road, and the fat guy lets go of me and ponderously turns around to see what's happening. In my dazed state I see the light bearing down on us, and just manage to dive out of the way. The fat guy is obviously not going anywhere fast, and the light (which is of course my friend R in his car) plows into him at like 40 mph, sending him rolling over the hood and off the side of the car. R hits several more people and then peels off at high speed and I have a sinking feeling like he just left us to die.

Fortunately, the shock generated by R accelerating his car into a crowd of people causes a break in the fighting, allowing my friends break free and start sprinting away. I stand up and watch what looks like a scene out of cartoon, and my three friends are desperately running from a massive mob with whiskey bottles and bats and rocks being hurled at them. I get up at start running too, but there's no one chasing me becase they're trying to ressucitate the fat guy. I trample over a couple people who are moaning on the ground from being run over. I look back and see a bottle hit P in the back of the head and he goes down. I can't imagine going back to get him because by now these people want to KILL US more than anything in the world, but nonetheless my other two friends stop to drag him to his feet.

Just as the mob converges on them and I contemplate one final epic charge to death and glory, R's car comes screaming back down the road at like 80 mph. Everybody starts running and screaming in terror and he pulls a James Bond 180 hand brake slide, stops in front of us, and yells 'Get in' out of the open window. My three friends and I jump in the car and peel the [censored] out of there.

We turn on to a main street, and two minutes later see a line of cop cars and a couple ambulances screaming down towards the party. Our car's windshield is cracked and the left mirror is broken off, but nobody pulls us over and we escape with no consequences.

A part of me feels bad for knocking out that girl, but she was such a [censored] and I hated so much that I wouldn't really do anything differently if given the chance. So there's my confession, along with a (hopefully) entertaining story.

CLIFF NOTES: Trash-ho gets insulted by my friends and I, and sends her boyfriend to fight us. We tune him up, but are jumped by 30-40 people. Just when the fight is about to break up without us being seriously hurt, ho asks me 'What I got now' and I spit in her face and openhand her, leaving her unconscious. A massive brawl ensues, her brother tries to beat me with a Lousiville slugger, my friends all get bottled and gangbeat. One friend escapes and plows his car into a crowd of people, saving us.

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this is so awesome. I'm gonna write a movie and this will be a scene in the movie.

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It has been done.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaJP5aeSo4Y

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When I was 13 I thought it would give you cancer

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When I was 13 I went to London for a vacation w/ my family. I was your typical horny 13 year old. Prostitution laws are very lax there and every phone booth had tons of ads for them. I must have called 50 of them during my stay and even visited one where I got a hand job. The chick was overweight. It was weird.

When I was 14 or 15 I rang up $4,000 on my parents' credit cards making phone sex calls. My whole room reeked of jizz for a while.

When I was 16 I started dating a girl who was also 16 and was not a virgin. We dated for three months but I only got some bad head, that was a bummer. Then she broke up w/ me.

A couple months later I started dating another chick and she let me bang her out a week after we met. We used to drive to the parking lot of a Mormon church and get it on there. Also in the parking lot of a private swim club. I was her second guy and she was my first. I lost my virginity to her in my bedroom while other members of my family were downstairs. She fell in love w/ me but I didn't think she was g/f material. She thought I wasn't paying her enough attention and one weekend she went out of town to visit her future college and she slept w/ a guy there. She told me about it the next day but I didn't care so I jammed her anyway. Then we stopped talking but now we're friends again, almost 9 years later.

I jammed a married chick when I was 20 and then a different one when I was 24. I nailed a girl w/ a b/f a few times too.

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I hope this isn't the last one because it's sad [img]/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img]

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I have been busto for nearly two months, haven't been able to pay any bills. I'm sure I will have
my utilities/phone/cable turned off soon. I have been depressed since losing a good job about a
year and a half ago.

I got another job with a guarantee of promotion after 3 months of working, when a position was
going to be created. The promotion would almost double my pay and I would have been making good
money. So for 3 months I worked for little money thinking I would get that promotion. I didn't get
the promotion I was told I would get, got super pissed and quit.

After that I got another job that lasted nearly a year, which I was good at, but I hated it. The
people there were pretty cool, but the work sucked. I was forced to work overtime and I worked 7
days a week most weeks, and I worked [censored] evening hours so i basically had no life. I stopped
going to my job after feeling really depressed from a fight with my girlfriend in which she left me
for about a week.

Today I almost committed suicide. I had been comtemplating it for some time and spent a little
time researching the best method. I went with carbon monoxide. Easy, clean, cheap. I put some
charcoal on a grill and left it outside while I sealed all the vents in my bathroom. I got a photo
album, my MP3 player and some vodka. I opened all the other windows in the house and turned on the
fans so when my girlfriend found me she wouldn't die as well, and so my dogs wouldn't die since
they were in their cage in my living room.

After the charcoal burned for about 25 to 30 minutes, I brought the grill into the bathroom, put a
wet towel at the bottom of the door, and started the bath water (I was wearing my swimsuit so I
wasn't naked for the EMS or whoever showed up). I put on my favorite album of all time (Grace by
Jeff Buckley) and went about looking at the photo album.

Time went by and it didn't seem like anything was happening. Soon, I started to feel the effects.
I was light headed, started getting dizzy and sleepy and obviously my thoughts were jumbled and I
wasn't thinking clearly. I got through the entire album. And I was so close to falling asleep
but for some reason I decided I didn't want to die. I got up, and was so dizzy I could barely
stand. I stammered out of the tub and tried to open the door and realized it was locked. I unlocked
it and tried opening it again. I couldn't get it open and looked down and saw the towel I had put
there kept me from opening it. I pulled as hard as I could at the time and got it to open and
closed it behind me

I stumbled out into the hallway and into my living room, where I sat on my couch, soaked. I sat
there with my head in my hands trying to regain my thoughts. I sat there for probably 5 minutes.
I went and stood by the window and tried to breath in the fresh air. After I felt fairly
levelheaded again I went back in the bathroom, pulled the grill out and took it out on my porch. I went
back in the bathroom and started the fan in there and took the tape off of the vents I had sealed.
I couldn't tell if the dizzy feeling I had was still from when I was in there the first time or
because I had gone back in and there was still a lack of oxygen.

Then I cleaned up any evidence I could think of that my girlfriend might see when she comes home.
Now I'm sitting here typing this, still feeling the effects, which are making it hard to type. I
have only smoked weed and never done any hard drugs, but I will assume this is sort of what it's
like.

I'm pretty sure if I would have been in there another 5 minutes I would have been asleep and would
never have woken up. I have no idea how I even managed to get up and get out in the stupor I was
in. I still don't feel normal after being out of there for nearly an hour, and who knows if this
will leave much permanent damage on my brain.

I'm still broke and in the red in my checking account, and I have no idea what i'm going to do
with my money situation, since given my situation I hardly doubt I can get a loan from an
institution, and I won't ask for this kind of money from friends/family, neither of which probably have a few
thousand just sitting around. I'll probably go through with this soon.

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bbv saved a life today