Why I give women false hope

Nod.

Speaking of which, is he still alive? Worried about him...

Yeah, right? Fucker was a fixture here like an STD rash that didn't go away. :D

He did try to hang on, though. Trying to think of the last alt he had on here before life came at him, but forget.
 
It's utterly hilarious that this narcissistic brag and boast thread wasn't utterly torn apart. Apparently being a white knight simp covers up sufficiently for one's glaringly obvious shortcomings.
 
It's utterly hilarious that this narcissistic brag and boast thread wasn't utterly torn apart. Apparently being a white knight simp covers up sufficiently for one's glaringly obvious shortcomings.

If one is going to profess to being better than everyone, they should at least be better than everyone.
 
If one is going to profess to being better than everyone, they should at least be better than everyone.
The funny part is that there is no 'better than everyone'. Not everyone has the same sexual desires or tastes. And it ain't even a competition. If they come back to jump in bed with you again, you're probably doing it right. But when you think you have to be better than anyone else at sex, you're almost certainly doomed to fail.
 
The funny part is that there is no 'better than everyone'. Not everyone has the same sexual desires or tastes. And it ain't even a competition. If they come back to jump in bed with you again, you're probably doing it right. But when you think you have to be better than anyone else at sex, you're almost certainly doomed to fail.

I think most people with superiority complexes don't realize they have one.
 
Holy fuck
Fyoodin over an 11 yr old thread.
*tumbleweed rolls by*
You fogies ain't gonna start tellin war stories, are ya?
Yeah yeah, I know~I shoulda seen it in color.
 
Holy fuck
Fyoodin over an 11 yr old thread.
*tumbleweed rolls by*
You fogies ain't gonna start tellin war stories, are ya?
Yeah yeah, I know~I shoulda seen it in color.

I Cannot Live With You
by Emily Dickinson

I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf

The sexton keeps the key to,
Putting up
Our life, his porcelain,
Like a cup

Discarded of the housewife,
Quaint or broken;
A newer Sevres pleases,
Old ones crack.

I could not die with you,
For one must wait
To shut the other's gaze down,
You could not.

And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's privilege?

Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus'.
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.


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