Reply With QuoteLetÂ’s clear a few things up. I donÂ’t have a lot of time so IÂ’ll use point form.
- IÂ’m not leaving. At least, not permanently. I had to leave town for a couple of weeks and, since we havenÂ’t had a suicide note that we could really sink our teeth into for quite some time, I thought IÂ’d step up to the drama plate.
- ItÂ’s a joke that got a little out of control. Kind of like the 1945 Nagasaki resident who was lighting a match to burn his draft card at the same split second the city was hit with a fat man.
- This was not done to make anyone feel bad. I did not expect the reactions. I apologize if I've hurt anyone.
- WhatÂ’s with the reactions? IÂ’m just a clown who likes to post stupid shit on ***boat. ItÂ’s not like the police are telling you your daughter has vaginal HPVÂ…. And you gave it to her.
- IÂ’m kind of choked up by the generosity and kindness. Seriously, IÂ’m just a smart assed guy who most of you donÂ’t know that spends too much time on the Internet.
IÂ’m in Toronto, ON. IÂ’ll be here for a couple of weeks. As well as some Cisco security training, IÂ’m working on a project that has soaked up most of my waking moments. ThereÂ’s just not a lot of time for ***boatÂ… or even taking a shit, for that matter. ItÂ’s 11:50 pm, local time, and I just got back to my room. I need to colapse soon because I have to be at a conference at 7:30 am tomorrow.
Some directed comments:
To those who think IÂ’m mad at them: IÂ’m not mad at anyone. Not even a little. WellÂ… thereÂ’s Jbb. What the hell is with that guy?
To anyone who sent me a PM: It could be a while. I seem to have quite a few stacked up. Holy shitÂ…Â…. Thank you to everyone who sent me a very nice note. I will thank you all personally but it will take me a while to get through these messages, particularly given my current time constraints.
To Hoolign: Telephone solicitation is your calling. I know one of these days IÂ’m going to receive a voice mail with the results of my ass herpes test. ItÂ’ll be a big hit with the person who brings in my mail and checks my messages.
A couple of stories before I turn in.
There is a huge convention for educators at the same convention center my meetings are being held at. The topic is troubled children and children that have violent behaviors. Of the couple of thousand participants milling around, I would think 99% of them could fit into one of three demographics. The men are 35~45 years old, slicked back hair or really short pony tail, they think they’re psychologists. The women fall into two categories. The first is the 20~25 year old sluts. These are hot young teachers who are basically children themselves, probably are bleeding hearts, want to help, and present themselves with a $200 hairstyle, 5” stilettos, and skirts that must have kevlar stitching to keep from bursting. I like this group. The second group is the gray haired, older ladies who keep their salt and pepper hair in a Darth Vader helmet like bop. I’d guess these ladies to be 50~60, wear loose turtleneck sweaters, look real sweet, and they probably have infinitely more wisdom than their grandmotherly disarming looks portray. I’d like to pound the ass out of a couple of these older birds. I know they’d go dirty, given the chance.
OK, so one of the guys IÂ’m here to meet brought his wife with him. HeÂ’s from another city also, but not the same city as me. WeÂ’re staying at the same hotel. SheÂ’s just here for the vacation. I met her yesterday morning. She was very sweet person, mild mannered, and a real warm personality. Her husband is a good guy too, but thatÂ’s irrelevant. I assume they spend evenings together, while IÂ’m working on a different project which IÂ’m frantically trying to get done while IÂ’m in town.
This morning, they came down in the elevator together. She was wearing a leather skirt and generally looking much hotter than I recall her looking yesterday, although I noticed she was a very pretty girl when I met her yesterday. When she met us at noon for sushi, she had just come from a salon which installed a set of 2” porn star nails on her. I have no idea how she can do anything other than clitoral stimulation with those things. Tonight when we got back to the hotel before dinner, we split up. He waited in the lobby and I took the elevator up to my room to enjoy a shit before dinner. As I was getting onto the elevator, I noticed her meeting him in the lobby and she’s pretty much dressed the part of a dominatrix.
I have no doubt that heÂ’ll be wearing long sleeves to hide the rope burn on his wrists tomorrow. I would imagine heÂ’ll be careful how he sits down too. TheyÂ’re probably having crazy monkey jungle sex right now.
ThereÂ’s nothing like being out of town to bring personality out in people.
OhÂ… and IÂ’ve come to believe that every woman I see on Younge Street who doesnÂ’t have a big rack is a man in drag. Of course, the ladies with the massive, basketball sized chests are drag queens too.
What has become of my pleasant little life?
fricken fibber, now you better let dia know your alive focker, shes all sad :cry:
. Have fun in Tonto 