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I don't know man. His sister definitely took it too far, but I still feel a LOT of guilt for doing something similar with my sister. I've tried to block it from my memory, but my sister was 5 and I was 4. I don't know how my sister got the idea, but yeah...we ended up...you know...licking

I know she remembers too but we've never talked about it since. Its a mutual "never bring that up or I will kill you"

So a few days after my OP, we hung out again. Went to her place around 11pm after day 1 of my grandmother's funeral. I showed up wearing a nice black-on-black-on-black suit ensemble, and she was in some godawful clothes. We spent the night watching some shitty Russian fantasy/horror movie that made no sense (on her surprisingly nice widescreen Samsung LCD computer monitor...but it was still a computer monitor), and she kept mentioning how cute the lead actor was every 5 seconds. Halfway in, she made me accompany her to the basement of her apartment building so that she could get her laundry. Um, okay.

We returned, resumed the movie, and that's when she decides to order a large pizza for herself (I was full from the funeral lunch/dinner), and also contemplated ordering some gelato for her fatass, but was able to resist the temptation. Pizza arrives (Pagliacci's...yummy) and she immediately wolfed down 3 slices before determining that it was of inferior quality to their normal pizza. Whatever.

I should note that we were watching the movie in complete darkness in her bedroom while sitting on her bed, so I was obviously expecting to get some. She failed to deliver. After the movie, lights come on and her supposedly shy cat who doesn't like strangers is molesting my hand, and she asks me to stay for another 30 minutes so that her Korean-obsessed ex-roommate can drop by and see me.

"Sweet," I thought, "I can probably get some from her. With her cute name (will not disclose here), she is bound to be somewhat attractive." During the wait, I have to use her bathroom, but her gigantic litter box is blocking the bathroom door, so I had to drag that out to pee, and then push that sucker back in. It was around this time her Korean-obsessed friend and her Korean husband arrive. She was a definite and I pretty much lost my erection for a week after seeing her. As soon as the friend saw me, she gave me this huge bear hug. The following 30 minutes of conversation between the four of us was much worse than lowtaxporn.avi. I couldn't stand it anymore (her friend ate the rest of the large pizza) and I finally excused myself with the excuse that I had to wake up early for day 2 of my grandmother's funeral.

Came home, took an ambien, and got 9 hours of sleep. Too bad grandma's second funeral service started in 8 hours. Yes, I was 50 minutes LATE for my grandmother's funeral (why the entire family didn't frantically call me or bang on my door is beyond me), and I live literally 2 blocks from the funeral home/cemetary.

P.S. I am spending Christmas with her. She specifically requested that I bring my car and my mouth. She will be cooking. She is either socially inept and doesn't realize that an invite of "Hey, come hang out at my place on Christmas. I'm cooking and we can watch the sequel to [shitty movie]" is an offer of sexual services during the course of aforementioned events, or I am actually finally getting the goods.

Let's be serious for a second here though, so everyone doesn't think I'm an asshole. Goon girl is pretty cool, everything I wrote is extremely exaggerated, and she's in on the joke (Hi D). I'm still expecting Christmas sex, though. (Yes D, that means you.)

So my first goon meet actually went well. (Although technically not the first...it turns out that my next-door neighbor on Semester at Sea this past spring was a goon, as well as another friend I made during the program. It's eerie how easily I've gotten along with all the goons I have met.)

--I'm 24 and I've never been kissed out of love before
The only time a girl's ever kissed me was when I worked at McDonald's and some nice girl said she'd give me a kiss on the cheek if I washed the dishes for her so she could leave early. I did.

i just got some real poon for the first time a week ago (stfu im only 15) and i gotta admit it was not nearly all what i was expecting. i used to think the world would stop turning and zeus would come down to shake my hand. but now i dont even think about it that much jerking it feels better so id pick COD4 just cus ive been waiting for it for so long and i could get some poon again later with a better girl cus this one sucked so bad on top im still pissed.

[16:03:14] [Legenda`]: word
[16:03:35] [Legenda`]: tuolta kolosta tulee koko ajan jotain skeidaa ja mä syön sen
[16:03:44] [Legenda`]: pystyisinköhän elättämään itteni sillä?? emt

I really hate having to shit when I'm not home and have no way of getting back there. Public restrooms are the worst but I can't even think about using the toilet at my work without puking because there is a fucking giant obese man that works here and I'm pretty sure his asshole alone is bigger than the seat on the bowl. I have seen him go in and out of that bathroom and it ruined the whole thing for me. I don't want to sit down on something that has touched the insides of a unbearably fat beast-man's anus.

So you're working out and getting buff so you are strong to do what?

"Getting women" as if they are objects to do what? Fuck them and forget about it? Some life. "Getting women" improves your social status amongst those who hi-five people for being "playa"s. Who gives a damn about being more social amongst those vapid wastes of food and employment?

Video games are a great way to have fun, and enjoy things that are availible to you in life. Not only this, but the making of a game is an art form - by playing through, say, an RPG, you are treated to a grand story that is just overwhelmingly more fufilling than going out, fucking some chick, hi-fiving yourself and calling it a night.

Once when I was about 10 years old my brother was having a bath and I decided to play a little trick on him. That is, I was going to sneak up on him and fart on his face while he was having a quiet soak in the tub.

Fast forward 30 seconds, and I had my bare ass next to his face. His eyes were closed, this was my chance. I tried my best to blast out a steady stream of gas but I accidentally squirted some liquid shit, followed by a number of solid chunks, onto his cheek and into his ear. It was funny because he didn't really know what happened for a second, then he touched his ear and smelled his hand and freaked the fuck out.

[11:44:18] [Legenda`]: mieleenpainuvin uni oli kyllä aikoinaan se, kun kävin metsähallituksen salaisessa natsivuoristotukikohdassa jossa suunniteltiin legoja

Well, there was the time I started jerking off into a sock to see how long it would take before it could stand up under its own strength. It took just over a year and a month, averaging twice a day. This thing smelled of death incarnate. It smelled of shattered dreams. It was the kind of smell you think of when you think of the phrase "cargo container of dead kittens in Phoenix, AZ, in July." I kept it inside a plastic ziploc, inside another one, under my mattress, and you could still smell it. It got to the point where even I didn't want to bust a nut in it anymore, but in the name of science I persevered until it finally stood tall, stiff, and proud, as a stark and telling statement about my marital status.