Most of you have probably seen this, but it's worth putting up for those of you who have not.
Listen to this man.
It is a dying man when he speaks. It is a man who has now passed. It is one fantastic American man who I admire. It is a dying man so full of life we can only wish we are in the same state.
As I heard his very last words in this session, those directed to the guys very special to him, I broke, and I was in tears, I admit. Just take the time to see this through, you will not regret it.
I simply can't refrain from letting you know that I found your profile so... oh, I must be honest and admit I haven't read a single word of your profile, I've just seen your picture and want to let you know that I'd dying to straddle you and hold your waist tight between my thigh while I ride you wilder than whoever's the now number one Texan rodeo champion.
why get over her, when you can win her back. With a song.
Toss another log into the fire Bring a couple of beer and some spare ribs Fill the car and clean the carburettor Stitch mend my jeans, oh please My little darling Fill my pipe with tobacco and bring me my slippers Thanks for the coffee, was there any left for you? Toss another log onto the fire, and explain why the hell you're leaving me
I let you wash the car every Monday I've promised to tell you as soon as I find you fat I'll take you to the football one day I promise Who's shown more love towards his woman ever? Oh my darling I'm taking your younger sister out every week And isn't that as sweet as a man can be?
Another way is to buy a luxury cruise ticket and have it sent to her house, with a convincing letter that she won because she's special. Then, when she's getting on the plane to where the cruise ship is docked, you call in and tip security off that she is a terrorist ni midst of planning evil deeds. If Guantanamo doesn't sort her out, nothing will.
Another way to get over a woman is to buy a firearm, make 250 copies of a random picture of hers, spread them copies all over the bed, stand naked on the lower edge of the bed and as you do a Matrix jump with gun in hand you fire all the bullets you can towards her face as you're there flying in mid air.
Stuff I experience on the Internet, the good stuff, I take it in just as much as I would someone telling me face to face. Crap which is plain bad, sad, vile and evil, I don't allow it to let it get to me. Yes, there is this comfortably available barrier which is firewalls and broadband in-between. But! It's also very convenient to exclaim “it is all only over the Internet, it is all only virtual” Well, my take is that for loads and loads of people there is nothing “only” about it. After all, we are on a dating site for singles, on the Internet. For many, plenty, this is the sole interaction with real humans of the good sort which they have. This is what I have learned, by Internet experience, by observing.
I appreciate your take on it, and it's only fair play you have your take on it, but to me, I can't. If someone calls someone “ni**er” on here, it's just as bad as if it happened in a cue to a nightclub downtown. This is as much real life as anything. There is nothing virtual about it.
I've said my thing and won't be here more pointing finger. Not my intention. If you all can have fun with this, by all means do carry on. Maybe I'm missing some subtle humor in those few posts I simply saw as vile crap.
It's a sign of great stupidity and lack of self-control to want to slap someone. and an enormous lack of the above if you want to do it to someoone you've never met.
Excuse my language, but what a load of bull. That is exactly what I want, and most men I dare guess.
It is? Why is it hard? It's a chore being young attractive, with values such as love, honor, respect and trust? I thought it was just something which you was and had, nots something hard to keep being?
Maybe, just maybe, because you tell yourself it is impossible and such a man does not exist, is the reason that kind of man is not attracted to you.
I've seen this sort of remark on here before, and I find it somewhat odd.
What is there to be bothered by? One might as well be bothered by members who have registered to CS but never post in the forums. Also, is there some CS Excel file available which shows these statistics, or do people keep track themselves?
As for the initial question in this thread, yes, if a question has been asked, it is rude not to reply. But, I see no problem if a person starting a thread isn't back with more later on, if there's been no questions asked related to the opening post.
I know my own posts can be quite long, and I know it irritates some, but I can't really care too much. After all, it is a forum, and not a chat or SMS between mobile phones, and it's simply a matter of skipping. Often, the way I can do it is throw out a post, then read the replies. I don't feel like I need to add much more, instead I read and learn from what other think regarding the subject. So, no, I don't see why it must necessarily be wrong to start a thread and then not participate with anything else written as it carries on. Silent participation (reading what follows) is also participation.
I have also seen the remark of that I think very highly of myself. And the remark has obviously grown out of how I chose to contribute to these forums. It's funny, how people put together the math sometimes. Someone writes longer posts, and it equals that someone must be full of himself.
I've never found my threads important, at all. They're just words, yet in the end, my words are the only true wealth in life which I have. Them next to a few blessing, one alseep in the bed behind me.
You put the kid on the roof of the car as you're filling up at the gas station because the kid blocks the dude inside or the camer up front to get a good view of your face, and as you leave in a rush because you want to skip paying for the gas, you forget the kid's on the roof?
I woke up around 8 this morning, but decided to remain in bed for a while. Rolling about from side to side as to test what speed might be there right at madly, deeply and below plain crazy, then bouncing some, then pushing the head piece a bit to make sure it holds some pressure, flapping with my arms to see whereabout out from the edge of the bed one would reach and knock things down which are stood next to it.
Then I got up and started to fold my laundry, which I did yesterday. Picking a dark-blue theme for the bed-bounce days.
Then I took to making a simple script of which items in which order to be used. Ripping the curtains down is marked as 1, silk and scissors are now number 2, the headmaster outfit number 3, the plastic 20cm ruler with which I intend to smack her behind a tad, once with every centimeter, is marked 4, and the last one marked 5 is a secret.
Am I ready? I'm readier than a Dorothy Boyd was for Jerry Maguire.
The greatest speech ever made
"I only wrote this lecture for three people.... and when they're older, they'll watch it"What a bloody fantastic man!