MelissaBaby
Wordy Bitch
- Joined
- Jun 8, 2017
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Basketball
I made the basketball team in high school, but only showed up for a couple of practices and they kicked me off.
So that tells you something I am good at and something I am bad at.
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Basketball
Sex
(Well, someone had to say it)

I've been lurking here the whole time just waiting for someone to say 'writing'.![]()
Take some lessons from these guys:Getting the bloody cats to do what they're told.
Same....Being confident
I'm amazed it took this long for someone to interpret the thread title this way! Was about to remedy that, but thanks to you I can remain with my reputation unsullied.I suck at whatever the wife tells me to suck at.
Ok... I'll bite... how can you suck at falling out of trees? Gravity does all the work...hmm.
Painting straight lines.
Foot-in-mouth-disease.
finishing things I've started
ice skating
balancing of any sort
climbing trees
falling out of trees
rock-climbing
going to the doctor
and, of course, falling for the wrong women.
because I cling to the branches like a lemur with tetanus.Ok... I'll bite... how can you suck at falling out of trees? Gravity does all the work...
Was going to but got conflicted. I've been told I'm actually pretty good at it so while I do suck, I don't really suck at sucking, so...70 posts and no one said “cock” yet?
70 posts and no one said “cock” yet?
I suck at whatever the wife tells me to suck at.
@StillStunned and I made the same point upthread, only without using the word cock because we're like well classy, not crude, honest...70 posts and no one said “cock” yet?
Well, I’m still a trailer park girl at heart.@StillStunned and I made the same point upthread, only without using the word cock because we're like well classy, not crude, honest...
I am fully convinced that everybody has a poet inside of them. Everybody has a story to tell. Most of us were making up poetry and stories as kids and Noah told us we were doing it wrong and so we were really good at it. It was growing up and being told that there are rules and this and that that made us forget how to do it.Two things really,
1) Being able to step outside of my reserved self and meet people and start a conversation.
2) Being able to write something in a literary sense. I Just suck at writing something that flows and understanding the art of paragraphs.
Hoping being here can somewhat help with both of these.
def hours(milliseconds) return "No Expiry" if milliseconds.nil? || milliseconds.to_i < 0 milliseconds.to_i / (1000 * 24 * 24) # hoursendoh honey.Let’s see, what do I suck at of late?
Walking and standing both seem to on their ways to becoming unreferee’d competitions with my evil nemesis, Doctor Gravity. Sitting ain’t much better, TBH.
I suck at sleeping soundly and staying awake, both of ‘em. Sometimes both at once.
I’m starting to suck at chewing and swallowing, although good sherry and single malt seem to offer no insurmountable problems.
I suck at listening to the whinging, entitled, self-centred pratings of those who, for some strange reason, fail to comprehend the depth, wisdom and awesome charm that is moi.
I suck at living up to my Munchausenesque memories of youthful romance and easy success at high strivings. Yes, that really sucks.
I suck at not hearing others whisper to each other how good I’m looking, for my age.
It sucks when a young French mademoiselle on a crowded THV looks at me, smiles sympathetically and offers me her seat. ‘Crushing’ is when I am forced to accept.