Wow, that's a super nice spot. I love seeing someone sell their own moves (except RVD's frogsplash bugs me for some reason). I'll have to check youtube for some more of him when I'm not too tired to keep my eyes open.
He comes with my highest recommendations. That match itself is on youtube, I think.
Post by "Hollywood" Cactus Matt on Nov 3, 2006 8:28:18 GMT -5
this isn't embarrasing, but my gf is 285 lbs, but i love her more than anything in the world
Bravo, man. The woman I'm engaged to is "not skinny," and the last woman I was with for longer than a few months was over 200 lbs. It's not a weight thing with me, it's an all-around personality thing.
My sister once found a love letter I had written to a girl I had a crush on in the fifth grade and read it aloud at the dinner table.
I totally used to be emo. Not the thick glasses, weird haircut, cut myself type emo, but the "write bad poetry and obsess over my feelings" emo.
My fiancee caught me ... "watching" porn. Actively watching....
I've been caught "dancing with myself" by my mother, my stepfather, and my brother. I used to do it a lot.
No one else mentioned my huge embarassment that I won't say..so..I must be a huge weirdo.
But my little embarassment..I'm a huge crybaby. Very sensitive. I'll cry over really stupid things and then wonder why I was upset in the first place. Like..I think my Jr year in high school..we were all supposed to read this dull book in class and I decided to color instead. (yes I like to color. Gotta problem?!)
So the next day the teacher was all "I see no one read the book" and this girl was like "Well, Chloe(me) just sat there and colored the whole time!". And I cried. Seee? Stupid.
Ok, this story was detailed in a previous thread, but it bears repeating here:
I'll go one better.
Once about 15 years ago, I was playing guitar in my apartment. In a pair of baggy white shorts. I squatted down to adjust the volume on my amp, and felt a fart coming on. Forgetting that I did not have "fart confidence" due to the fact I had drank a lot of cheap rotgut whiskey the night prior, I let my fart fly. Except it wasn't just any old fart, it was propulsion for about a quart of hot, brown liquid. The liquid pooled in my white shorts, and I knew if I stood up, it would run down my legs and into my shoes. So I had to duckwalk all the way to the bathroom to avoid spilling my reeking payload all over the floor. I then carefully removed the shorts, and threw them in the sink full of hot water. I hopped in the shower, and as I was scrubbing the watery fecal matter from my ass and legs, my relatively new girlfriend came home. She walked into the bathroom, saw the soupy brown mess + shorts in the sink, and yelled, "What the f@%k is this in the sink??". I then had to explain in detail my tragedy, while she laughed like a lunatic. That woman must love me, cause 16 years later, she's my wife, and she still makes me tell that story anytime a subject even remotely close come up in conversation.
Moral of the story: Always ensure you don't have anything in the pipe BEFORE you blast a good fart. Also, cheap whiskey does not lend itself to farting in a squatting position. ALSO, if you crap your pants, just throw them away before someone comes in, sees them in the sink, and makes fun of you for the next fifteen years. At Thanksgiving. In front of relatives you haven't seen in years.
Oh yeah, that same woman has also caught me rubbing one out on a few occasions. The first time she was a little drunk and came home early, to my suprise. She wasn't offended, and finished me off orally.
The second time she caught me she was in a real bad mood cause the dog woke her up, and she caught me beating my crank like it owed me money. She threw a shoe at me and went back to bed. I finished off anyways, and wiped up the mess with her shirt.