BongoGal
Invisible exhibitionist
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What does that mean?Also there is a point of no return also.
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What does that mean?Also there is a point of no return also.
When you just can’t hold it any longer and you cum.What does that mean?
This reminded me of a time I was sexting/sending clips to someone who was into edging and went "beyond the point of no return" while thinking I was going to send her a video of be throbbing I ended up sending a clip of a "ruined orgasm"What does that mean?
I believe in you. Move to Paris! You can do it!Really? Then I want to channel the Lost Generation.
Some first class literature.![]()
So do I! Buy a beret. Smoke unfiltered Russian cigarettes. Slam espresso. Muse on Sisyphus...no, that's been done. Muse on existence and, let's see...Daedalus. He never gets much love, except from engineers, and who wants an existential engineer?Really? Then I want to channel the Lost Generation.
Some first class literature.
I had never before realized the . . . secondary meaning that could be attributed to that statement.![]()
Would Steve Harvey host this? If so, I'm buying cable.Maybe television should have a reality show about competitive edging. Start with ten guys who are only visible from the waist up. Barring any outside devices, they can do whatever they want to get and keep themselves hard. They would be electronically monitored to sense who still has a boner. Eventually, guys would drop out due to ejaculation or just going soft. It might take hours (the show would need lots of editing), but it would come down to the final two.
"I'm going to say explosive orgasm, Steve."Would Steve Harvey host this? If so, I'm buying cable.
I do believe I could live expat.I believe in you. Move to Paris! You can do it!
I was thinking more along the lines of swanning about in clothes like this and making scathing remarks about other creatives as an inner member of Dorothy Parker's Vicious Circle.So do I! Buy a beret. Smoke unfiltered Russian cigarettes. Slam espresso. Muse on Sisyphus...no, that's been done. Muse on existence and, let's see...Daedalus. He never gets much love, except from engineers, and who wants an existential engineer?
That was New York -- they just wanted to be Paris.I do believe I could live expat.
I was thinking more along the lines of swanning about in clothes like this and making scathing remarks about other creatives as an inner member of Dorothy Parker's Vicious Circle.
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But your idea works too.![]()
Quality idea. But if you to decide to make an official pitch to executives, perhaps consider taking it to HBO or something similar.Maybe television should have a reality show about competitive edging. Start with ten guys who are only visible from the waist up. Barring any outside devices, they can do whatever they want to get and keep themselves hard. They would be electronically monitored to sense who still has a boner. Eventually, guys would drop out due to ejaculation or just going soft. It might take hours (the show would need lots of editing), but it would come down to the final two.
And broadcast it in 3-D for the people who own 3-D TVs, it could add to the experience.Quality idea. But if you to decide to make an official pitch to executives, perhaps consider taking it to HBO or something similar.
That way you can show the 10 competitors totally naked rather from just the waist up, giving viewers a far more entertaining product.
The viewership numbers won't be as high as it would on network, but it will develop a cult following that lasts longer and makes you millions.
Have I............totally overthought this? Yes. Yes, I have.
Sure! That will give you time to write Jaws while I produce reams of "flapper verse".Can I be Peter Benchly? I will resign from my dream job in a rage after they fire you.
We already have @Lord Pmann
This would be insufferable
I absolutely trust that you meant Robert Benchley and merely mistyped.That was New York -- they just wanted to be Paris.
Can I be Peter Benchly? I will resign from my dream job in a rage after they fire you.
I did! Peter was his grandson, heh. I blame shark dreams in my mind, a lack of coffee, and that I'm an idiot. (Horrible novel by the way, Jaws. I would have loved to hear Dorothy give Robert shit over it).I absolutely trust that you meant Robert Benchley and merely mistyped.
I totally didn't catch that either!!I absolutely trust that you meant Robert Benchley and merely mistyped.
And further compounded my sins by transposing generational bodies of work!I did! Peter was his grandson, heh. I blame shark dreams in my mind, a lack of coffee, and that I'm an idiot. (Horrible novel by the way, Jaws. I would have loved to hear Dorothy give Robert shit over it).
See? This is what happens when I try to be even remotely clever when I first wake up.Sure! That will give you time to write Jaws while I produce reams of "flapper verse".
Oh, I thought you had caught me trying to be clever and failing....failing generationally, in fact.I totally didn't catch that either!!
And further compounded my sins by transposing generational bodies of work!
*goes to sit in corner*
Well, the "pure torture" part is right...The constant unrequited love you have for me must be pure torture.
Alas, no. I'm not too clever . . .Oh, I thought you had caught me trying to be clever and failing....failing generationally, in fact.
Well, the "pure torture" part is right...
Utique.Et tu, Brute?
That has not been my experience in reading your posts.Alas, no. I'm not too clever . . .
Well, at any time, really.![]()
Oh! Well, thank you.That has not been my experience in reading your posts.