Reveal An Uncomfortable Truth About Yourself

I have an unfulfilled desire for a motorcycle.





And a fear of this because I'm clumsy

Don't be afraid. Just pick a suitable one. Don't be all manly and get the biggest engine you find.
Borrow one of someone or hire one first. To see if it's for you.


Well, you can't go ridin' with your eyes closed! ;)

Well I've only ever stacked it twice. And both times I was a little to drunk to be on the roads :eek:

Learnt that lesson pre kids
 
Don't be afraid. Just pick a suitable one. Don't be all manly and get the biggest engine you find.
Borrow one of someone or hire one first. To see if it's for you.




Well I've only ever stacked it twice. And both times I was a little to drunk to be on the roads :eek:

Learnt that lesson pre kids

Agreed. A 1200 cc or thereabouts would work.


Yea. Too many people I've known survived or not because of drinkin' & ridin'.
 
Agreed. A 1200 cc or thereabouts would work.


Yea. Too many people I've known survived or not because of drinkin' & ridin'.

Yes the same with me. Or drugs. They start thinking they are bullet proof and it won't happen to them.
 
I actually posted earlier that I did not lick a tootsie pop till the end.
Uncomfortable truth....I actually did.
And I still don’t give a damn.
 
hey...

I am being followed online and in RL by people that would make YOU very, very aafraid...
 
I left this place. I vowed to never return, because I didn't want to come back. I was...just done. Killed my account and stayed offline for a while.

I didn't make one of those silly "Goodbye, cruel world" posts...I just did it. It felt good at the time.

But...like so many others, I have wandered back, much sooner than I expected. Maybe this iteration will be different than the first.

So the uncomfortable truth is that I missed this place. The people, and the silliness.

So....fuck it.
 
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I left this place. I vowed to never return, because I didn't want to come back. I was...just done. Killed my account and stayed offline for a while.

I didn't make one of those silly "Goodbye, cruel world" posts...I just did it. It felt good at the time.

But...like so many others, I have wandered back, much sooner than I expected. Maybe this iteration will be different than the first.

So the uncomfortable truth is that I missed this place. The people, and the silliness.

So....fuck it.

Well who are you?!?

I left for almost two years. I didn’t think I’d return. But I did miss the place. It’s Hotel California.
 
Well who are you?!?

I left for almost two years. I didn’t think I’d return. But I did miss the place. It’s Hotel California.

I'm really not stalking you. But damn if you don't make the most interesting posts.

Anyway, is this the Hotel California that you can check out but never leave, or the Hotel California where they drag you to the basement kicking and screaming and then make a snuff film?
 
I'm really not stalking you. But damn if you don't make the most interesting posts.

Anyway, is this the Hotel California that you can check out but never leave, or the Hotel California where they drag you to the basement kicking and screaming and then make a snuff film?

Bro.. that all depends on what the flavor of the day is.
 
I'm really not stalking you. But damn if you don't make the most interesting posts.

Anyway, is this the Hotel California that you can check out but never leave, or the Hotel California where they drag you to the basement kicking and screaming and then make a snuff film?

I would be sad if you weren't stalking me. I also wouldn't believe it, as my posts are delightful.

I referred to the first Hotel California. The second one to which you refer is likely more something you'd find in the fetish forum.
 
I may have a spending problem.....

I looked around my bedroom, at the books, toys, collectibles....and it made me sad to think about the garage sale after my death...and all my stuff just going away....

Then I went to Five Below, and bought 2 more books that I really don't need :rolleyes:
 
I may have a spending problem.....

I looked around my bedroom, at the books, toys, collectibles....and it made me sad to think about the garage sale after my death...and all my stuff just going away....

Then I went to Five Below, and bought 2 more books that I really don't need :rolleyes:

I don't spend money I don't have, but I have what's known as Guitar Acquisition Syndrome (GAS). I have so many damned instruments. 20+ guitars. And they cost a lot. And I always want more. The moment I get one, I love it. And I want another. It isn't that I'm unhappy with what I got. It's that I'm so happy, I want another.

Bad case of GAS.
 
I don't spend money I don't have, but I have what's known as Guitar Acquisition Syndrome (GAS). I have so many damned instruments. 20+ guitars. And they cost a lot. And I always want more. The moment I get one, I love it. And I want another. It isn't that I'm unhappy with what I got. It's that I'm so happy, I want another.

Bad case of GAS.

I know someone like this.
Thank goodness guitars aren’t a metaphor.
OR ARE THEY??!
 
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