Well. If OFG ever has an adult party
At his house with 5-6 of the girls he's seen this past year, I hope I'm invited!!
[QUOTE=DieselMike;3289476]Might be able to afford the girls because he DOESN'T drive a Viper. I know some guys that have done well in business, etc. , that would not stand out in a crowd. Here's a good read: [URL]http://www.nytimes.com/books/first/s/stanley-millionaire.html[/URL].[/QUOTE]
Why do women have two sets of lips?
[QUOTE=GuapoMarx;3332530]Went to meet an old provider I used to see on CL. She was up for a meeting at Starbucks. She used to be -- just ok. After you haven't seen someone for awhile and haven't been getting much action, just OK is suddenly sounding good. Once we met in person all horniness went away. While talking it turns out she is one of those arm touchers, hand tappers, knee slappers when she talks to you. Not hard, but hard enough it really annoyed me. Well, no body touches me, I do the touching. That drove me nuts! Then she just goes on and on about this and that, all her troubles with court, exes, child support, addiction recovery. I sit there looking at her, nodding pretending to listen, thinking to myself "keep talking you idiot, eventually you will get it all out. " By the time she was done with her 2 hour speech I was in no mood and she was super horny. Got in my car and drove home. Then sat in the closet in the fetal position shaking. Too bad because she was all hooked up the way she dressed. Also didn't like hearing about all the men who have been abusing her, forcing her to do stuff. I suppose I will give in and call her again soon. We all do, right?[/QUOTE]So they can piss and moan at the same time.
Years ago, I met a black woman in a bar. Typical thing. Big titties, big round booty, pretty face, talked freaky. We made arrangements to meet at the local VFW to continue on another occasion. Coochie shows up with a half-a-hardon, fully expecting continuation of the horny talk we'd had earlier.
My ex, blah blah blah. My oldest kid, blah blah blah. My baby daddy, blah blah blah. My youngest kid, blah blah blah. The police after the break-in, blah blah blah. The be80 t3 h that stole all my stuff, blah, blah.
"Hey sorry, I got to run! I forgot my infant son on the tractor, and it's combining time. You can bore me later with your incessant complaining. I'm sure your life will deteriorate to new depths and you will tell me all about it the next time we meet. " And I'm gone.
So even though I bailed, I am of two minds in resolving these situations. One, hit the trail as I did. I'm a fucking trick, not a therapist. Or two, console them by putting your dick in their mouth, comfort them with some good skull fucking, and reassure them by shooting your jism down their throats. In retrospect, option two would have been preferable. She couldn't talk with a dick in her mouth, and I would have walked away with my load sitting comfortably in her stomach. The added benefit would be that I would have reinforced the worthlessness of this cum-bucket's life, giving me the sick satisfaction of superiority.
Hope this helps.
Coocie (Don't tell me your life story unless it's about your cousin fucking you in junior high and you turning tricks at the mall, and how many dicks you've sucked today, and how old you were when you first took it in the ass, and how old you were when you first learned to like it, and does your daddy or your grandpa have the best tasting cum) Eater.