The Isolated Blurt Thread

[islandman]

I'm not fascinated by your age. I'm just fascinated that it'll be my age in 5 years.

Get a grip, man!

[lovetoread]

If I hadn't gotten knocked up and quit, I'd have graduated in 90.

Only the cool people were at school during that time.

[mediocre]

If you can't trust xhamster, who can you trust?

[islandman]

Class of '91.

[mediocre]

Originally Posted by islandman

I'm not fascinated by your age. I'm just fascinated that it'll be my age in 5 years.

Get a grip, man!

It's not all it's cracked up to be. But it sure beats the alternative.

[islandman]

I don't know, but putting that aside for a minute, what is it you want Wings to do to me sober?

I'm only on my first cup of coffee and it took me a few reads to comprehend the gravity of your words.

[mediocre]

Originally Posted by islandman

I don't know, but putting that aside for a minute, what is it you want Wings to do to me sober?

I'm only on my first cup of coffee and it took me a few reads to comprehend the gravity of your words.

Show you her flock of seagulls hairdo, sober.

Also, you need better coffee.

[islandman]

Fuck that.

I keep telling her to go red. She'd have to beat them off with a stick, wade through them to get to her car, get out the firehose and....you get the idea.

I was on your side when we had a twitter discussion about you. But now that you've dissed my Chock Full O' Nuts coffee, you're dead to me.

[mediocre]

Originally Posted by islandman

Fuck that.

I keep telling her to go red. She'd have to beat them off with a stick, wade through them to get to her car, get out the firehose and....you get the idea.

I was on your side when we had a twitter discussion about you. But now that you've dissed my Chock Full O' Nuts coffee, you're dead to me.

Hah, twitter discussion about me.

I roast coffee for a daily subsistence wage.

[lovetoread]

Stop making people paranoid, dude.

[Spins]

Not a chance

[islandman]

A roaster of coffees?

That simultaneously sounds like the best and worst job ever.

Back in uni I lived in Greenwich Village three floors above an old-world coffee distributor. For the two years I was there, I didn't need a alarm clock. At 4am, the trucks delivered the coffee, by 5am they were roasting it. By 6am, that wonderful smell had worked its way up the building and into my room.

Mr. Petrucci would have an espresso ready by the time I'd walk down those creaky stairs. Everyone in the building got one every morning. In exchange, we would listen to him say a few words on the beans, the voyage they had undertaken to the store, and more than a few words about how none of his kids wanted to carry on the store. I never did tell him how my empty stomach hated strong espresso.

Years later, I happened by and the storefront had been turned into a shithole selling expensive purses.

My grandmother's kitchen and Mr. Petrucci's store, those are the smells I hope I remember with my dying breath.

[SaintPeter]

Coffee is the devil.

[mediocre]

So not paranoid. Just know the odds of people here talking about me on twitter are about the same as the Cubs winning the World Series this year and the Pope declaring his homosexuality on the same day.

[SaintPeter]

Twitter is the devil.

[mediocre]

Originally Posted by islandman

A roaster of coffees?

That simultaneously sounds like the best and worst job ever.

Back in uni I lived in Greenwich Village three floors above an old-world coffee distributor. For the two years I was there, I didn't need a alarm clock. At 4am, the trucks delivered the coffee, by 5am they were roasting it. By 6am, that wonderful smell had worked its way up the building and into my room.

Mr. Petrucci would have an espresso ready by the time I'd walk down those creaky stairs. Everyone in the building got one every morning. In exchange, we would listen to him say a few words on the beans, the voyage they had undertaken to the store, and more than a few words about how none of his kids wanted to carry on the store. I never did tell him how my empty stomach hated strong espresso.

Years later, I happened by and the storefront had been turned into a shithole selling expensive purses.

My grandmother's kitchen and Mr. Petrucci's store, those are the smells I hope I remember with my dying breath.

I constantly smell like coffee. Good thing women love that smell. It will get me laid one of these days.

[islandman]

On my honour, sir, we did.

No need to get a swollen head, however. It went something like: Me: "That mediocre guy seems interesting." Everyone else: "Yes, he does, doesn't he." Me: I think I approve of him. Does the motion carry?" Everyone else: "Seconded".


But we're not clique-ish. No way.

[Farrah]

iMan, do you write?

[islandman]

For a living, yes.

Why?

[lovetoread]

Twitter is good and kind.

[Farrah]

I didn't realize that. I thought you were in finance or something.

I just really enjoyed your blurt about living above the coffee place.

[lovetoread]

You should see him in a pair of jeans.

[mediocre]

Originally Posted by islandman

On my honour, sir, we did.

No need to get a swollen head, however. It went something like: Me: "That mediocre guy seems interesting." Everyone else: "Yes, he does, doesn't he." Me: I think I approve of him. Does the motion carry?" Everyone else: "Seconded".


But we're not clique-ish. No way.

You people need to get out more.

[Farrah]

And at one time, I thought you were a doctor. Where am I getting this stuff?

Or are you really an international man of mystery?

[Farrah]

Jeans can really make the man. The first time I saw clutch1 in a pair, I nearly died.