I just hate it when...

Shankara20

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I just hate it when I set down to go potty and my balls dip into the cold water.
:eek:



What do you "I hate it when...."?
 
People have to stand still where a lot of people is walking, like in the middle of the aisles in the supermarket
 
People have to stand still where a lot of people is walking, like in the middle of the aisles in the supermarket

or when people stand around on a really busy corner or in the middle of the street!! SO annoying.
 
I can't reach the new roll of TP without getting up off the pot

:mad:
 
Never seen that happen too long in Toronto.

'Cause Canadians are sort of polite that way.

I hate it when people are walking around the grocery store, talking at the top of their lungs about personal stuff that you do not wish to know. It is one thing to hear "Do we need eggs too?" but last week I learned the following about total strangers:

Lisa was mad at Ryan because she found lubed condoms in his briefcase so he is probably playing around because something in the lube in most condoms makes her pussy itch so why did he have them since they buy unlubed and add their own?

Three members of the footie team all got the same std in the same week but they were not sure which of two women was "hot".

This lady's brother was got with meth, but it was not his, it was his lover's, but he cannot tell the police that because then his parents would know he is gay.

TMI people!

As an aside...

A long time ago, there was an accident at the Three Mile Island Nuclear power plant in the US. I was reading up on it. The designation for the two generators were TMI1 and TMI2. I find it ironic that while power and information are generally good things, both have the ability to create great damage when handled improperly. In any case, TMI has the potential to be a very bad thing...
 
I just hate it when I set down to go potty and my balls dip into the cold water.
:eek:



What do you "I hate it when...."?
:eek::eek: (one for each testicle) DUDE...step away from the weighted bondage clamps! Too much of a good thing? :rolleyes: DUH!
 
OK, I go out on this date with this cute little honey, right?

Everything is going fine...she smells good, cute little butt, sweet smile...

We both like the same things and we get along great.

She likes when I open all the doors for her, and pull back her chair for her, at dinner...

She blushes so sweetly when I comment on her beauty and how enamored I am with her.

She snuggles up to me in the movie, and grabs my arm during the scary parts.

Did I say she had a cute little butt?

Anyway, we're driving home and I'm feeling it...and she seems to be, too...

Then, to my surprise, I look over and see that her hardon is bigger than mine.:eek:

I guess I should have questioned it more, when I felt the razor stubble when she went down on me in the movie?

Man, and she had such a cute little butt, too.


LOL, had you goin' I'll bet.:D
 
so I'm home sorting my porn video clip collection into files

I just hate it when I can't decide to put the file into the "bj" file or the "hj" file...



and I sorta just hate it when I get fixated on a clip and then that left hand on mine get all busy and it take forever to post here...
 
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you're walking in a mall, and a family (mom, dad, rug rats, even one in a stroller) are walking on the wrong side, and don't even seem to care that they are taking up all of the walking space, like a semi truck on a hiway, forcing you to move to the side until they pass.

Or the above is coming at you, and you're in a hurry to get somewhere, just as their little Johnny darts out in front of you and you have to come to a complete stop, to keep from mowing the kid down.

Then, there you are, soles of your shoes still smoking, from the abrupt stop you made, and momma FINALLY looks over and very calmly says, "now Johnny, don't get in the way of the nice man. Johnny...JOHNNY! And the kid just stands there, looking at me, like he's never seen a man's shoes smoke before.

And I just wanna say..."Hey lady! Try a leash next time? Shoes don't grow on trees, ya know!" :rolleyes:
 
A long time ago...
Ouch. I just hate it when someone starts out a story with the words "A long time ago" and it just happens to be something you remember...like it was only yesterday.:rolleyes:
 
I just hate it when I do the dishes a little violently and get a big splash all over me and the floor.
 
so I'm home sorting my porn video clip collection into files
Sorting? What an interesting concept. It would tend to make sense. It's difficult to find the right vid, when they are all mixed up in New Folder, New Folder (1), New Folder (2), New Folder (3)...New Folder (99), etc.
 
Sorting? What an interesting concept. It would tend to make sense. It's difficult to find the right vid, when they are all mixed up in New Folder, New Folder (1), New Folder (2), New Folder (3)...New Folder (99), etc.

but sorting takes so long
sort
sort
sort
sort
stroke
sort
stroke
sort
stroke
sort
stroke


stop to clean up

take nap
sort
sort
sort



that can take days to finish
 
you're walking in a mall, and a family (mom, dad, rug rats, even one in a stroller) are walking on the wrong side, and don't even seem to care that they are taking up all of the walking space, like a semi truck on a hiway, forcing you to move to the side until they pass.

Or the above is coming at you, and you're in a hurry to get somewhere, just as their little Johnny darts out in front of you and you have to come to a complete stop, to keep from mowing the kid down.

Then, there you are, soles of your shoes still smoking, from the abrupt stop you made, and momma FINALLY looks over and very calmly says, "now Johnny, don't get in the way of the nice man. Johnny...JOHNNY! And the kid just stands there, looking at me, like he's never seen a man's shoes smoke before.

And I just wanna say..."Hey lady! Try a leash next time? Shoes don't grow on trees, ya know!" :rolleyes:

When I was 4 or 5 and my brother was 3 or 4 my parents bought a kidleash for him because he used to run around so much. He hated the thing and used to throw fits about having to wear it.

On the other side of my dad would be me thowing fits because I wasn't allowed to wear it. :eek:
 
I just hate it when I set down to go potty and my balls dip into the cold water.
:eek:

Aw, geeze, this a thousand times over. HATE IT.

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:eek::eek: (one for each testicle) DUDE...step away from the weighted bondage clamps! Too much of a good thing? :rolleyes: DUH!

Mine have never been clamped, stretched, or otherwise altered. They're just large.

No, I'm not kidding.
 
Ouch. I just hate it when someone starts out a story with the words "A long time ago" and it just happens to be something you remember...like it was only yesterday.:rolleyes:

I am sorry. I cannot help that it was before I was born! Forgive me? :rose:
 
When I was 4 or 5 and my brother was 3 or 4 my parents bought a kidleash for him because he used to run around so much. He hated the thing and used to throw fits about having to wear it.

On the other side of my dad would be me thowing fits because I wasn't allowed to wear it. :eek:

I have one of those for D. He loves it, but instantly won't stop barking and growling at strangers. :rolleyes:

I hate it when people stop to make a right hand turn onto a completely empty street and then sit there for a second staring at the empty street like a car is going to jump out of nowhere.

I hate it when I've got my blinker on to make a left hand turn, and I sit and wait for forever for the line to go by and the last person in the line SLOWS DOWN. You know, cause I waited for all those people to go by and I'm gonna cut that person off. PUT YOUR EGO BACK IN YOUR POCKET, MORON.

:rolleyes:

Oh, and I hate driving. How'd you guess?
 
and I just hate it when it happens at 3:00 am when spending the night in some place other then home...

*shudders*

Yes. The fact that the boys will trend lower and lower as I age scares me. "The Dip" will become even more likely.

Ugh.
 
I just hate it when I set down to go potty and my balls dip into the cold water.
:eek:



What do you "I hate it when...."?

Does this happen? Ew ew ew, maybe I don't want to be a guy next time around, I'd never even THOUGHT about this!

I love me some pendulous balls though. High tight little nutsacks are the bane of my enjoyment.
 
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