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Are you still doing well old geezer?
@FrothySolutions
@FrothySolutions
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Also got the notification twice.What's the question?
EDIT: I thought I responded to this already.
Are you still doing well old geezer?
@FrothySolutions
I dont understand, is this some copypasta bs or are you actually writing this for whatever reason?
Well you can settle all you want but that won't make your dick hard. It's something else.. Many people here will choose to be alone for their entire life over being with someone who simply isn't good looking and sexy. Zero sexual attraction and no ability to emotionally connect without it. Yet others, I've even seen good looking men fucking and marrying absolutely disgusting hambeasts, and yet they seem satisfied. As if it's good enough.
It may be that some men have developmental problems where their standards are beyond their genetic means. Also they may be purely into prime women and nothing else. Over 25? Ew. Right until they die at 80. This isn't genetically advantageous so either nature intended for you to be a rapist, or more likely something happened during childhood that wired your brain in a certain way. Probably discovering hardcore pornography or otherwise abusing the coolidge effect which essentially made your brain an expert at discerning genetic quality of females while believing they were abundant and within your grasp.. to your own detriment. This makes sense as these super stimuli were never available in nature before quite like how fast food is causing an obesity epidemic never before seen. Your primitive, growing brain sees all these naked women and you're getting off sexually to them.. it assumes they are accessible to you. You've now tricked your brain into believing you are gigachad with a harem of women who stay the same age.
Plausible theory, no?
FrothySolutions said:Welp... you could say it all started when I got into my dad's skins. He didn't protect them very well, I guess because at the time my parents didn't have many kids, and we were all very young. But I got into those skins. And even though I was miles away from puberty, this, I understood. Somehow I saw the appeal. From cartoons and stuff I knew what kissing and romance and intimacy was, so that must've been the stepping stone to understanding "But what if you kissed someone, and they didn't have clothes on? What if that? Wouldn't THAT be awesome?"
FrothySolutions said:...some time around either kindergarten or 1st grade, my teacher led us in a singing game of "Punchinello In The Shoe." I think it was kindergarten, this sounds like a thing that would happen in kindergarten. Way it worked way, we would all get in a circle, and the song would play, and it went like "Who do you choose, Punchinello, Punchinello? Who do you choose, Punchinello in the shoe?" And that was the turn someone was chosen to go into the center of the circle. And when they went into the circle, the song went "What can you do, Punchinello, Punchinello? What can you do, Punchinello in the shoe?" And whoever was in the circle did some kind of action or something of their choice. And then we all mimicked them when the song went "We can do it too, Punchinello, Punchinello. We can do it too, Punchinello in the shoe."
And all of the kids, they were picking actions that, to me, really spoke to who they were and their personalities and stuff. Like picking the perfect avatar or username. Each action, the way I saw it, was taken as an impression of who that kid was. And so I thought "Oooh, I better pick something good. Something that really lays down how I wanna appear to these people. Something they'll remember me for." So up comes my turn. And I get to the center of the circle. But, shit, I can't think of anything. I need more time! I start patting my head in thought. And my teacher is like "Oh, that can be your thing, @FrothySolutions!" And before I knew it, "We can do it too, Punchinello, Punchinello..." and my time was up. Before I could even finish processing the thoughts: "Wait, no, this wasn't supposed to be my thing! Everyone else got good ones and they're all cool and mine is a non-thing!!!"
FrothySolutions said:I made it a point to be the smart kid. The good kid. You know the kind, the worst kind of insufferable smug jackass who gets off on feeling superior? It wasn't hard. Just use big words, that's all. You don't even have to use them correctly. Use big words, do your homework. Work hard, you don't have to work smart. Writing assignment? You don't have to be succinct, nah, that's for suckers. Just write lots and lots. It's the same as being smart. And when other kids are disobedient, be the paragon that upholds the rules of the hall. When the other kids are fighting or otherwise rowdy or whatever, be the kid reading a book, but make sure the teacher SEES that you're the kid reading a book. Then the teacher will praise you, and then your classmates will be all like "Wow, @FrothySolutions is the best student."
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SoloTheFord said:some of the mods felt you were breaking rule four. And we have a number of mods who are women here.
FrothySolutions said:...one time we were doing, I dunno, some kinda free play before or after a game, I guess we were waiting on a bus, and I was playing with a basketball. I don't remember how I came to be playing with a basketball, but I was. And I was being watched by one of the coaches, for some reason. Whatever I was doing, she was watching me do it. And so when I was done, I pass the ball to her. Y'know come to think of it, I think she passed the ball to me, and asked me to do something. And then I passed the ball to her. But anyway, I passed the ball to her, right? But she alleges that I passed it too hard to her and was trying to catch her off guard or hurt her. I don't think I understood her the first time she said it, because I must not have defended myself very well. Because she tells me she's punishing me and I must run laps. Now, I don't mind running laps, I run them at the start of every meet. But I'm like "Wait a minute, am I really in trouble?" And she's like "Yes, go do laps." And as I went to go do the laps I was thinking "Does she know who she fucking with??? I'm the GOOD KID!!! You can't punish me!!! Not only did I not do anything to her, but I AM THE GOOD KID!!!" And what eats my ass is, I never got around to telling on her or anything. I don't know why I didn't. I feel like I could've cried or something. Did I not know who to cry to? Anyway, I never saw her again after that meet.
FrothySolutions said:...I was overcome with autumnal snuggliness, I wrapped myself in my blankets and rolled around. I felt, maybe, like a rabbit or bear cub or something. Who lived amongst other rabbits or bear cubs. In a community of such plenty and proof against the cold. Imagine, like, turning a hot dog around in a bun to spread the mustard? That's how I was rolling. And then it just... happened. I had known what ejaculation was, and so I had an idea of what it might be like, so this was only enough of a surprise for me to still realize what must've happened to me. It happened. I must've busted. From that point on I made it a rule: Jack off thrice or more times a day. Once in the morning, once before bed, once or more times throughout the day.
FrothySolutions said:...she was stick skinny, ass was practically nonexistent, but she was cartoonishly developed up top. Like she was wearing water balloons. A lot of people suspected she was on crack. Because there was word that crack makes you super skinny in the way she was. Anyway, like a grapefruit each, just about. And she knew what she was working with too. You'd have to be blind not to notice. And she made a point to flaunt it.
FrothySolutions said:I remember once I walked out to a payphone a few blocks from my house. In my bare feet. Because that was acceptable in my neck of the woods. But who should I see before I make my call? Some guy from my school in his car. I run across rough sidewalk for... hold on lemme Google Maps it... 0.3 miles, all the way home. Some people on their porch asked me what I was running so fast from, and I just shouted "RED CAR!!!" And from that day forward, as long as I lived in that neighborhood, when people saw me running they would shout "Red car!!!"
FrothySolutions said:There was this one kid with busted up shoes, his shoes were usually busted up. And one day he decides to come to school in a military jacket. And so they make fun of him during I thin a lunch or a free period, and one of the guys just says "Hey, the army dropped a bomb on your boots, man!" The army kid with the busted up shoes, I later learned was harassed by those guys daily. And he always looked very fed up.
FrothySolutions said:One time we were "jamming" and just fantasizing about one day having a local pizza arcade, but instead of actual popular cabinets, we would just fill it with cabinets of games we made. And because they were games no one had ever played before, the pizza arcade would be really popular. We even gotta around to starting on planning one. It was this game where you had to rescue allies caught behind enemy lines.
FrothySolutions said:I'm sitting in her class, it's just me and her, and I'm flipping through this book of European architecture. It's her book from home or something, used it to stock the shelves of the classroom. She walks over and sits next to me. "@FrothySolutions? You're still in class?" And I'm all "It didn't feel right to leave." And in all honesty, it didn't feel right to leave. I probably would've said anything to make her happy, but that's because I hated to see her unappreciated by the class. And besides, I meant it. And besides besides, I liked her book. So I'm reading the book, and I notice she continues to sit with me. Not saying anything. This piece of Italian or Spanish architecture catches my eye. If I remember it correctly it looked like several houses linked together at their balconies by a series of bridges/pathways. And I thought, whatever this thing is called, that's cool. I'd like to know what this thing is so I can seek it by name. So I turn to her and I say "Do you know what this is?" She said it was a plaza. I think she either misunderstood my question, or she was wrong, or I'm wrong, because I've seen what I think are plazas and this didn't look like that. But she follows this up by saying she's actually been there. To that place I'm pointing out. So I'm like, okay, so she must know what she's talking about. And she starts going on about how, after college, she went to Spain and through Europe with her friends. And because I took an interest in her story, she asks me if, when we have free time, I'd like to stay behind and talk about this stuff more and maybe also learn more Spanish than I would if I only went to half a Spanish class. And so I spend my free periods with her, learning Spanish and talking about Europe. And she would look me right in the eyes when she spoke, with so much soul in them that I'm like "God damn it. She's not even 8 years older than me, Jesus Christ, not ONE JURY. NOT ONE JURY WOULD CONVICT HER!!! PLEASE JUST THIS ONCE!!!" But it was the dreamiest of pipe dreams. I knew she didn't want me. Wasn't she dating the hall monitor? But even though it felt good to validate her teaching, the part of me that still wanted to fuck my teacher was chasing a high that would never come. But this was something like enough. To be "with" her in this capacity.
To @FrothySolutions
Happy Graduation!
You are an incredible person! Please come visit me.
Love,
Mrs. (My Literature teacher's last name)
06/07/1991
vic624 said:"Party" just means stand around and drink and talk. The only way that works out is to be interesting to foids at the party (dosequismaxxing) or to be so good looking they're not even listening. I've seen foids literally look like they're creaming when introduced to Chad at a party.
My treat wasn't much better. I got ten dollars. But it came at incredible cost to someone else. I was sitting at the bus with this guy, and this other guy walks up to us both and gives us envelopes. Somber and silent. Then he walks off. We open our envelopes. Mine has 10 dollars. Pretty cool for a random find. But it came with a note explaining why he gave us the money: His mother, two years back to the day, died of breast & brain cancer. And so consumed by loss is he that he decided every year on his mother's death day he's gonna go around randomly handing out $1,000 in $10 denominations to people, in the hopes that they use it to go out for coffee with their loved ones or something. Make sure that others don't waste the precious moments.
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19 minutes ago thx bro
I read so much of this that it’s sickening. I had to stop myself halfway through the first page even though I enjoyed these.
https://incels.is/threads/i-think-will-ferrell-is-the-next-guy-to-get-metood.160133/
wtf is all this
Damn you wrote here the whole 2019?The journal of my life, nearing its end.
Damn you wrote here the whole 2019?
Jfl if someone read all this