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We have two dogs and one cat. One of the dogs is awesome (I love him) the cat is meh (I’m not really a cat person) and the other dog however is a giant pain in the ass.
She pisses and shits in my office and pisses and shits in my outdoor kitchen. She adds no value, she sleeps all fucking day (like a cat), she hates going outside, she gets frequent ear infections that smell like sour ass and requires vet visits all the damn time.
My wife loves the dog. She’s had her since before we met. I love my wife more than anything but that dog is a nightmare.
If the dog could have an “accident” without it devastating my wife, that would be one dead ass dog TODAY.
I began having sex at 15 with my first serious boyfriend. About three months later we broke up and other guy friends in school wanted to date me. Most of these relationships involved sex. I was boy crazy. Soon I started getting high and partying. Pot and alcohol got me hot and the boys took advantage of it. I got a reputation of being easy. By the time I was 20 I'd been with 19 guys. I was a tramp. I'm in my mid twenties now, don't drink or smoke anymore and have a boyfriend.
#premiscious #slut #drugs
A friend of mine wanted to buy some marijuana from me. So I bought parsley and sold it to him for 50 bugs.
I also said that it's pretty good stuff.
Lately I've had an intense desire to try drugs. I just want to be reckless and step out of the boundaries. Sometimes I think "f**k it". I think I'd really like to at least smoke weed. I even fantasize about f**king some random men to get drugs.
As a 15 year old virgin male who'd been masturbating since entering puberty, I was more than a little interested in seeing a naked female or one partially dressed; to be honest any female in her underwear or less. While on holiday at my grandmothers. After spending a few hours in the local cafe, I was walking home (she lived in the country in a small group of houses) on what was a pitch black moonless night and I knew that a 50+ year old lady lived in a house nearby lived on her own and seldom had any visitors. As I walked along the very dark path, I could see the lights of her house and as I could easily hide under the cover of darkness I decided that maybe I could peek at her through her curtains. I slowly made my way into her garden and moved as quietly as I could towards the light shining out through the bottom of the window. To my great surprise and delight, the curtains were short and there was a one inch gap at the bottom where the hem was above the window sill. She was watching TV. After about 20 minutes with nothing happening, she turned off the TV and it seemed that she was going to bed. She turned off the lights in the room and a few seconds later a light came on in what was a nearby room on my right. My heart was racing and I was praying that this was her bedroom and that her curtains would have the same gap, which in fact turned out to be the case. I lowered my eyes to sill level and there she was in front of me, less than ten feet away and totally unaware of my presence. She was wearing a floral dress that unbuttoned down the front. My cock was instantly hard when she started undoing them and stepped out of the dress. She stood before me wearing a white bra, a tan coloured girdle and tan coloured stocking; she wore no panties and her hairy pussy hairs stuck out under the bottom of the girdle. With cock in hand I stroked for all I was worth as the unclipped her bra and dropped it on top of her dress. She rubbed her free tits and I could see her nipples getting hard. Next came her stockings and girdle and as she stood naked before me I came. It was clear she had no idea she was being peeped at and appreciated though once naked she left the room and I guessed that when she left the bedroom she went to the bathroom. That was over forty years ago and I have never forgotten that experience or that night. I had seen my first mature naked female in all her glory and I was horny and excited enough to want to see more.
#peeping #stripping #naked #girdle #dress #bra #stockings #unbuttoned
I have been snorting meth close to 5 years now, more recently ive increased my intake, think i want to end my useless life i can't any longer. Lost so much in the past 2 years. Beginning of the month I was constructively fired. What next? Think I'd settle for a coffin thank you. Tuned 33 yesterday and i don't want to see or go through any more of this.
My favorite season of the year is Summertime. The reason Summertime is my favorite season is because I'm a man who enjoys the opportunity of seeing other men in shorts, and that chance of being able to see other men's legs. I just love looking at other men's legs. It excites me and turns me on. Its a weird fetish I've had for a very long time, and for some reason I can't help it. I love seeing men in shorts with athletic legs, great calf muscles, or men with legs that just fill out their shorts handsomely.
#fetishes #summertime #shorts #legs #men #muscles #weird #excite #athletic
There is this man I meet regularly in the park when I am walking my dogs and we started talking a few months ago. He also has two small dogs (I do not know the breed) and we let our dogs play together. It is really nice, we talk a lot about everything, he has the same humour as me and he is very attractive. I am always looking forward to going to the park in hopes that I meet him. And then it happened, I couldn't believe it. He kissed me one day. Out of the blue.. while we were laughing about something (I can't remember now what it was) and the moment was just perfect...
The thing is... I am single, but he is married!!!!
He never mentioned her to me, never muttered a word about her! And he is never wearing a ring (I've checked). She came by the park when our dogs had a "play date" to bring him is phone (because he forgot it at home). That's how I found out. That was after the kiss, I think like a week later...
We never talked about the kiss since then and I don't know what to do.. I actually thought I was going to fall in love with hime before I knew he was married. Now I am heartbroken and I don't know if I should tell her?
#crush #dogs #kiss #married #wife #heartbroken #confession
these people who want to be gurus and solicit propaganda on youtube to suck you in as a therapist or tarot healer come life designer are really monsters themselves. all the narc ego and labels negative on others all the time.
demonising every human emotion and trying to justify their bling lifestyle needs is rubbish. they get off a script somewhere.
yeh they make sense about 1 minute of the time. the rest is rubbish. just seeking constant validation and approval from the world or their blinded foolish heard of followers is crazy.
enabled narcs are the youtubers themselves and marketing. not the average abused person
and most narcs don't want your problems. they envy your goals, dreams and properties etc. they want a problem free life
most real narcs never care about another person then themselves and life seems to just throw greatness undeserved at them.
throws friends and lovers, promotions and money at them they don't even need every year when others miss out.
most narcs are envious of their own alter ego and themselves more then anyone one else could ever be.
i sure as hell don't want anyone else's problems.
you know when you are getting old when you think "owning that hotel chain would be a real bother to me more then its worth" then you try to drum 1 positive out of it. like "well at least I will be rich or think I am but look at all the worries that go with it"
So I had a neighbour until yesterday... He moved out... So here it is we used to come on terrace at the same time and stayed there till one of us left ... We never talked heck we don't even know each other's name but I was getting attached to this routine I mea. We did that for one and a half year but yesterday when he was moving out I cried really hard.... I wanted him to atleast say something but I guess it was just one sided... I knew he was gonna move one day but when he did I literally died inside .... Is it normal am I stupid to get obsessed about this one....
I just got broken up with but it isn't a bad thing cause I wanted to break up with them but it still hurts.
Im a 17 year living in a small town . i tried my first cigarette when i was only 12 at first it as nothing serious i didn't even like them. after interacting with them again when i was 14 (freshman in high school) i became addicted and at first i really didn't know about brands so i would pick up random cigarettes off the floor and maybe after a couple months i became an addict to Newport's and more specifically Newport 100"s menthol. i loved the head high it gave me and i had to keep it a secret from my family so once i got a car, it became my moving ashtray. when im home and crave my addiction i go to my backyard and smoke. i became a daily smoker until recently (3 years later) i dont feel that good and all i want to feel is that rush inside my head i felt when i first began smoking. I can finish up to 1 pack a day and i dont feel anything. im an addict to the worst drug in america and the worst part is my family still has no clue until this very day.
I feel like I cant tell anybody about this so here i am. I feel so incredibly bad for telling people about how i feel because they'll just think its all fake and for attention. But since nobody knows here we go. I hate myself so much, I feel like im so ugly and whenever someone gets to know me i just let them down. And im so awkward i wish i could just stop. And ive honestly thought about killing myself so many times but I dont even know if I actually want to. Everytime I tell someone my emotions they tell me its because im young and its all fake, but what im feeling right now isnt fake. And i'll look back at this in the future and say im so pathetic but right now I need to rant and tell people how I feel. So I guess thats it.
I'm so sorry, I have sinned.
All of my friends are drug addict, all BUT ME.
And now listen: I reported you all to the police!!
You dumb addicts!
So I... had an affair with this guy some three years ago. Ugly as fuck, to be honest. Ok I mean, just really unattractive. Our relationship was essentially based on weed. Not that I didn't buy my own. But I would always use with him, just to have someone to smoke with, since I get really anxious when I do. I would smoke loads back then. Then I stopped buying it. 'cause I wanted to stop. But I kept visiting this man's house. We wouldn't have sex anymore, I was having sex with another guy, a friend of his actually. This other guy was kind of nice and really cares about me but I cut him out of my life 'cause he won't have sex with me anymore 'cause he thinks I'm desperate. Which I kind of am. My life is so dull 'cause I have no plans, no projects, no motivation. Aside from weed, I smoke cigarettes and drink, I don't drink too much but yeah, I'm kind of the addictive type you know. Most of all I was addicted, I still am, to these two men. And I'm also anorexic/bulimic, not too thin lately, and I've managed to stop the binging and purging, I'm making progress you know, but still no future, no education... I used to be in university. I was studying philosophy. I was the brightest student in my year, but I was always on drugs and when I started sleeping with these guys I pretty much gave up on everything else. I tried to launch a music career, so to speak. I mean, as I was hurting like a goddamn dog I started composing sad tunes on my guitar. I've been in therapy all my teen and adult life, I'm 23, it's been more than ten years, with different therapists. Maybe I'm gay, maybe I'm bisexual, maybe I'm a random nymphomaniac, narcissistic, shizotypical, borderline fucked up mess with daddy issues and a self-centred attitude and paranoia and bipolar depression and no friends, virtually zero people I trust. I have no idea what I am, it's not like I've been abused and furthermore I got tested and they say I have nothing, I'm just kind of above average intelligence-wise and particularly sensitive, that's what they say. I taught myself how to play piano in ten days and I can do some pretty impressive stuff and bla bla bla yeah I'm showing off. But really I'm just so sad. I dropped out of uni, anyhow. Oh, I said that already didn't I. And I masturbate almost daily but with a sense of disgust even. I don't enjoy any kind of porn anymore, and I don't even enjoy actual sex, I mean, I had a couple of really good fucks with these two guys but yeah who cares. And what kills me is I've been so in love with the second guy but I fucked up because I'm fucked up and now he's gone but it's been three years and I was his first girl so it was bound to happen wasn't it. Why shouldn't he want to be with someone normal who doesn't hit him when he doesn't want to have sex, someone who is not so whiny as I am, so bitter and self-centred and FUCK I wish I could turn back time or I just wish he could DIE sometimes I really do everything except move on with his life leaving me here in my ugly stinky rut. I'm so depressed I've gotten used to it but sometimes I get these glimpses of lucidity and they really hurt.
#life #sex #drugs #weed #future #depression #addiction #issues
I’m DEADPOOL. That’s right, I’m the real Deadpool. No I’m not crazy. I’ll leave a secret code that only those who really know me could figure it out. WMHRSNSCARDCESCAECKAGCFLFWAHACLJ. Only the few who really know me could decipher that.
I started making up characters as a kid. Deadpool started in the 70’s. That’s right. Your getting the real origin of Deadpool.
I had some old comics. In one of them the Shadow fought a Ninja dressed in Red on a sub. My favorites were Cap & the Avengers, & Batman. But I liked this red ninja. So I made me as a super hero named “Red Ninja” when I was really little. In time the character got a much better name.
Over time he got cooler names. I won’t tell you his real name. My real character he became in my 20’s is very similar to Deadpool. I like mine better.
When I nearly died recently I destroyed all my 1,000’s of characters & their back stories. Old drawings. I’d hoped to one day draw my own comics, or let my children. But I’m near death so it’s not going to happen. No one wanted them. So I shredded them. I had to move into a tiny place. I had some way cool stuff though.
Starting in the early to mid 80’s I sent some of my worst characters & some ideas to Marvel Comics. I was going to use the good ones for my own comics. I’m pretty sure I saw one of my characters vaguely in a comic. Very vaguely. Either way I got some No Prizes. Empty envelops. The first one I wrote & said I didn’t get a prize. The prize was no prize, an empty envelope. You just give them ideas for characters; stories. But it becomes their property. You give it away.
Well; somewhere around 1990 or so; while in college, I decided to send Marvel one of my mediocre characters. I kept the best to myself. I was offered an art scholarship, but pursued other stuff.
Please realize I “gave” them the character. Just a rough idea. I did not give them my real character. I honestly don’t even remember what all I wrote in the letter.
In no way am I claiming anything beyond a rough idea. They apparently took a vague idea & made something cool out of it. So the character is completely theirs. I merely gave them a seed to plant & grow. Im not even certain they used my idea. The visual; mannerisms, & name make me convinced they did. Either way; I gave it away for fun, so who cares.
Around this time I was still collecting comics; but I stopped. That’s why I mailed this to them. My life was fixing to change dramatically. No more time for childish things. No more collecting comics. So since I doubted I’d ever pursue my comic ideas; I gave Deadpool (not my characters real name) away as a joke. I wanted to see if “I” could live on in the comic books, in case I died on a battle field. I loved Marvel. If they thought him/me worthy of being a super hero/villain, then it would mean my much better characters would be cool if I ever made my own comics. I had 100’s better than Deadpool.
Well I forgot all about it. No more kids stuff for me. My kids got into all the super hero stuff many years later. One day my daughter said dad. You have got to watch this movie called “Deadpool”. He’s just like you. I scratched my head. Realize my character has a different name. But I’m pretty sure I called the alternate less fleshed out version of red ninja; the bad “punisher” like pretend version of me, “Deadpool”. The one I mailed Marvel.
She said he’s just like you. The guy who plays him looks a lot like you (not really. But I am attractive. And I married a beautiful woman). He talks endless trash. Is always trying to be funny. Uses two swords and guns at once. Wears a red ninja outfit. Never shuts up. Cusses. Can do all that ninja gymnastics stuff like you. He’s you. Huh? That did sound like me.
So I watched the movie; remembered sending the idea to Marvel, & laughed my butt off. She asked what was funny. I said that is me. That’s really me as a super hero. I mailed that idea to Marvel before I married your mom way back in college. I didn’t know they made it into a super hero. Of course she didn’t believe me.
Now let’s be clear. I’m not taking credit for the character or anything. I can’t even remember what I mailed them. I had been drawing characters since age 7 or so. Red Ninja had been me since the 70’s.
I was finally giving up buying & collecting comics. No more drawing & expanding characters. I was putting all of that away & growing up. Time to leave college & start life. I never thought of that stuff again till she made me watch the movie. She was right though; that was me, especially back in the late 80’s & early 90’s.
I won’t bore you with the whole story & details. Nor can I remember what all I actually even mailed them. But either way; I gave it to them. Looks like they used it. I was hoping someone would turn it into a character. That if I died I’d still be alive in a sense as a super hero. Just a private joke. So in my mind anyways; I pulled one on Marvel, got them to turn me into a super hero of sorts.
So since I have no clue what I mailed them I’ll show why my daughter saw the similarities. She had seen me training with two swords at once. And two knives. She’d seen me throw weapons & shoot guns with both hands. I’m an expert marksman with near any weapon, with both hands.
I do know martial arts. I have easily beaten multiple black belts with my mixed fighting style in training. I have extremely fast reflexes. Makes me really hard to fight. When I sent it in I had finally managed to slim my muscular body down from 275 lbs to under 250. To para jump or slide down ropes out of copters you must weigh under 250. I was so lean and low fat I had cuts & veins everywhere. I thought Deadpool having healing powers like Wolverine would be great. Instead of claws he’d use two swords & pistols like me. He’d have my agility; athletic ability; super strength (I was a power lifter). Only magnified for comics of course. I’m the lame real life version.
I was very conceited about my appearance & abilities. I talked endless trash. Cussed none stop. I never shut up. I still have a constant smile. I try to be funny and constantly try to make people smile & laugh. A crowd once watched me fight several men. They say I was turning flips. Doing crazy moves. Like Deadpool. And the whole time I was telling jokes and talking trash. That’s true. Like Deadpool.
I used to run track. I could nearly touch the top of a basketball backboard. Great at long jumping.
I was being trained by an ex special forces relative & was intending to join the military soon, which is why I mailed off the idea for Deadpool to Marvel. Letting go of my childish ways. Would be no more time for that. After I mailed it off o bought no more comics. Drew no more characters. I was done.
I had a relative of sorts who used to work with me some. He was impressed by my marksmanship. He had been a soldier & then soldier for hire. Mercenary. I was a great marksman so he thought I should try that after the military.
Well in high school & college I found myself living in this high crime gang controlled inner city. At night it was a war zone. Cops were afraid to come in there at night. So if you got caught up in something you were on your on. Like the fight I just talked about.
Starting as a little kid I used to fight to protect others. I slowly learned to mostly be quiet & passive in school. Until I moved into the gang area. Sometimes I’d fight to protect others. But not in front of teachers. At school I had fought to protect any weak loner. I don’t care what color you are. Religion. Gay. I would protect anyone. In my eyes we are all the same.
Well; those of you who work & goto school full time know, your rarely home. At night I’d wake up to gang activity. Screaming. Gun fire. Fights. People buying & selling drugs. Drug dealers are the root problem in these neighborhoods.
I’ve fought and been chased by gangs in high school. Been shot at just for walking home. Kids on those streets know what I’m talking about. I learned to mind my own business. But a few times I had to go out into the dark night. Batman.
Ninja movies were getting popular. I always trained with two knives & pistols at this time. So now I added two ninja swords.
So around the time I sent this to Marvel I’d snuck out at night & stopped a few crimes when I heard screaming. Usually only for a woman or child. Not dressed as a ninja. I’m the real guy.
I’ll give one example. I heard a woman yelling for help. I went running out. A very large man was trying to attack her with an ax handle. Trying to break thru her window. She was protecting her child. So I fought & disarmed him. Made him run away. Then I had to talk to the cops. Witnesses confirmed my story & I got off. People would watch. But not interfere. I’m lucky people liked me enough to speak up for me a couple of times. Had it been gangs they probably would not have. No one calls the cops on drug dealing gangs. They will do drive byes & stuff. Unlike Deadpool, I can’t magically heal.
I only did these things a few times. Real life isn’t a movie. But my friends had saw me in action. My wife had told my kids those stories & about the time she watched me fight & save another woman. And of course talk to the cops yet again.
In real life once you save the day; you then get to talk to cops; teachers, bosses. You get kicked out of school; paddled; almost arrested; fired. Real life isn’t a movie.
So Deadpool wasn’t really me. He was like an alter me. A bad version of me. He would go off into the military for special forces like I was planning. Be a Merc like I was contemplating. But he’d be half nuts. He’d decide to take out drug dealers and criminals to stop crime at the source. You know that voice in your head that you ignore. Hey go do this. You know better from listening to that voice as a kid. Don’t listen to that crazy voice.
That is the real problem in these neighborhoods. Drugs fuel the gangs. Addiction destroys people. Gangs strike fear in neighborhoods. Everyone is afraid to call or speak to cops. Cops are afraid to come there at night. They arrive way too late & in large numbers. By the time they do it’s usually too late.
So the goofy one in the movies does act a lot like me. Obvi I’m no nutt super hero. I’m the real guy. I based the character off me. I like what they did with it. Totally different from me. As I said; I mailed in a very vague idea. They appear to have developed it into something cool. But I can’t take credit for any of that. But the behavior & general description are so much like me that my daughter realized it when she watched the movie. They’ve all seen me get right up in the face of would be tough guys and talk trash; joke, & cuss just like Deadpool. They’ve seen me lift up very heavy weight. Shoot two pistols at once. Train with two swords. On & on. I have that endless grin on my face. Im the real Deadpool.
So where did the name Deadpool come from? As a child I was an amazing marksman. I never missed. Some vets nicknamed me Eagle eye & Deadeye. I liked Clint Eastwood. So I called the bad; drug dealer pretend version of me Deadpool. Pretty sure I sent that name in with the idea. But it’s not important.
There was a real Hollywood game. People tried to predict who would die. Then bet money (a pool). So this Deadpool version of me would instead pick which deadly criminals should die. He’d take their drug dealing money. That would be his income. His “pool” of money. Plus; Eastwood had a movie out around that time, “the Deadpool”. I think I was watching it on VHS when I wrote the letter.
Clint Eastwood played a vigilante in Dirty Harry movies. I preferred the spaghetti westerns.
So since I don’t think I’ll be alive much longer I thought I’d secretly confess that I’m convinced I’m the basis for Deadpool. I don’t care if anyone believes me. I did specifically tell them they could have the idea. I did ask them to turn it into a character for Marvel comics. I didn’t send them the real character. He was much more complex and pure. Instead I sent them something I thought people would want to watch & read. This was in the rap anti establishment days. No one liked Cap anymore. I’m a whole lot more like Cap. But no kidding. As I type this there are ninja swords hanging above my bed. There are two pistols on a nightstand by two knives. As I said; Im the real Deadpool. Well; sort of.
What do I look like? Well I’m very sick now. But I’m very lean. Weigh about 255. Very muscular. I was born with blond hair & blue eyes. People say I’m attractive. And I act “a lot” like the character in the movie still to this day. That’s why when my kids first saw the first Deadpool movie they ran in there saying dad, your in a movie, you’ve got to come see this. And yes; I am really that cocky. I’m convinced no one can beat me. I did learn to shut up at times. But I talk endless crap. I crack endless jokes. I never shut up. I have a crap eating grin non stop. I did not go into the special forces for a very good reason. Nor did I become a mercenary. I’m afraid the real me isn’t overly impressive.
I am no kidding wearing a shirt that’s blue with stars on the top. Alternating red and white vertical stripes on the bottom. I just realized that when I looked down. My kids had them made for me I guess. They look like one offs.
OK kids of mine. There it is. Let’s see if you can figure out my code. No one else ever will. I’ll give one of you a clue. See if you can surf the web and find this. Decipher the code. Prove I wrote it. You asked me to tell someone I invented Deadpool. That would be wrong. You can’t give something away. Ask someone to make something of it. Then try to take credit. So here it is. No name or proof. But my admission. One more joke. If you find this and read this have a good life. Now you know where I got the idea. From an old The Shadow comic I owned. Why did I like the red ninja? He was better than the shadow. That’s why when I sent the character to Marvel. Instead of sending them the real character that red ninja became; which I will not reveal here, I gave them a meaner version. A “Punisher” like version. A soldier for hire who didn’t just cross the line; he became a criminal of sorts. Much like Wolverine was in a comic or two. Dark. The opposite of me. Like alternate Superman.
I am very proud of you that you saw me in the way Deadpool acted. You even pointed out how I used to pull your legs & claim I could block bullets with my swords. That’s obvi a lie. But I’m still pretty good for a real person.
#deadpool #red #ninja #fun #laugh #funny #laughter #comic #comics #book #admission #riddle #code #drug #drugs #gang #fight #athlete #athletic #merc #mercenary #mouth #trashtalking #cuss #cussing #gymnast #agile #agility #gymnastics
Shoplifting is fun. I've stolen thousands of dollars worth of stuff from various stores. Most items I'd trade for drugs anyways.
I'll skip classes tomorrow because I wanna go to a big party tonight.
A lot of beer, drugs and stuff. It's gonna be GREAT!
Me and some other dudes of mine should give a speech in our philosophy class tomorrow but I'm not going. Should they do that.. :-)
Maybe a stretch, but I took my stepdaughter to college. We unpacked and spent the next few nights together. I was surprised she was so relaxed (I guess) that I saw her nude a few times. Nothing happened, but after the nudity I was aroused and fantasised about different scenerios. Unfortunately, other than light hugs and kisses, we had no sexual contact. Now I want to visit real soon and imagine I get bold, and she wants, that I request a blow job. Oh I forgot that I went bejerk when she raised the towel too high to expose it as being shaved.
Now I only tihing of having sex with her to the point that I forget I am married to her mum.
#college #naked #blowjob #daughter #step #hug #juggs #kiss #cameltoe #lust #nasty #shaved
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