Justa Redux. Still nothing to see, is a redux ever better than the original

So why are you reading this thread

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  • I lurk, she is one crazy ass bitch, but she still turns me on/makes me cum

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  • I participate, she is one crazy ass bitch, but she still turns me on/makes me cum

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  • I lurk, she is fucking hilarious, and also turns me on/makes me cum

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  • Not turned on, but come because that bitch is fucking hilarious

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So, I had a rambling topic planned for today, but then I saw this on the GB board as well as, well, everywhere and it changed my desired topic for today.
https://www.scarymommy.com/vulva-versus-vagina-twitter/

In here, Paul starts arguing with female gynecologists and women that the correct terminology for women’s sexual body parts are vagina, and not vulva. It is so bizarre that he continues to provide not insanely worded but completely incorrect arguments, refusing to back down, even though obviously wrong. Why do men do this? Is it that hard to admit the simple possibility that he may not know as much as a female gynecologist about the female anatomy? Now, I am not saying you won’t get into an argument with a woman who is wrong, and not backing down, but here is the difference. Paul seems completely rational but has some sort of obvious brain impairment that seems to only present as him being a douche, acting rational while defying all logic.

See when a woman is standing her ground, while being wrong, and defying all logic, she is usually not rational and it is obvious. In person, this is often demonstrated by sobbing hysterically, screaming nonsense, and even in writing, you can not miss the stream of nonsensical words, skipped words, run on rambling of a woman who is being irrational in an argument.

Since I am picking on Paul being a douchebag for not admitting he was wrong, I thought I would share a few examples from my bored mommy group, of women refusing to be wrong.

The conversation starts with a woman sobbing uncontrollably on the floor of a grocery store bathroom, and just can’t stop to finish shopping, so she does what anyone does, and reaches out to complete strangers who are also your closest friends on the internet. What happened was her husband wouldn’t let her have a chicken salad salad. See, they were grocery shopping and she saw a chicken salad salad in the deli. Maybe he said “No bitch, it is too expensive, here is lettuce and canned chicken, shut the fuck up, get your ass in the kitchen where it belongs, and make it yourself” or maybe he said “you know, you could make that for half the cost, it is just lettuce, some extra veggies, and canned chicken”. Oh, I probably should inform you, the woman is pregnant. (smart men are now like… oh my god, that was such a bad mistake). In her mind, he said the first when she relayed the situation, though really, he probably said he second. So, we get her to stop crying enough to leave the bathroom, and to go demand her chicken salad salad, and smack him with the canned chicken if he tries that shit again to say no. She got her salad and did not beat him to death with a can.

This inspired us to admit our crazy. Surprisingly, or not, a lot of the worst crazy was while pregnant, though don’t underestimate pms, and most involved food. We have women sobbing at restaurants because they are out of or discontinued a food item. A woman who asked her husband to get her some cans of Dr Pepper and he came home with a bottle because it makes more sense and was on sale, and the screaming and sobbing that came after. Women yelling at waiters then sobbing because bacon was cooked in sausage grease. My mother, while not pregnant, once shouted unintelligible obscenities and threw a pizza at a delivery boy (wrong toppings). My worst pregnant story, wasn’t so bad as at least I was home alone, but involves me getting my assed kicked in a video game, sobbing on the floor with a bag of Doritos (and I don’t cry, like almost ever), turning the game off, then watching Grey’s, which I sobbed through (in my defense on Grey’s, it was the season premier after the plane crash).

There was almost a food one with me too. I got my own food mostly. The last trimester, I went to the last fast food place on my commute pretty much every day. It was small, a town of 200, no one was ever there, it was kind of slow, but they were very nice. I bought other things for hubby and myself, but the most important to me were the jalapeno poppers and chocolate pies. Every single day, those were in my order. So I go in and place an order for myself and hubby. The 16 year old girl then tells me they are out of jalapeno poppers. I can only assume I gave her the death stare from hell, as she starts apologizing, telling me they should be on tomorrow’s truck so they will have them tomorrow. I assume my death stare continues, as then she is all “but I can give you free chocolate pies to make up for it. Here, have one now” she dumps several pies in a bag, and opens one, hands it to me, with a spork. Before this girl took my money, or even finished ringing me up, she had chocolate pie in my mouth. This little girl was clearly wise beyond her years and upbringing. I ate my pie, and was not crying on the floor of a Burger King while screaming about jalapeno poppers.

Now my favorite very wrong crazy lady story, well we will call them Lisa and Mark. Yes, Lisa is pregnant. Every day Lisa wants a McChicken and small fry, and Mark gets it on his way home from work. Here is the thing, every day, Lisa is still hungry and wants another small fry. So the first 3 times her goes back to McDonalds and gets Lisa another small fry. The fourth time, being the smart and logical man he is, seeing he is wasting time, money, and gas, gets Lisa a large fry. After all, it is the same as two small fries, and less expensive, right. So he gets home, and gives Lisa her bag. Lisa sees the large fry, and starts sobbing. The large fries is him calling her fat. Which then rolls to her doesn’t love her, then to he is having an affair, then to she will be alone for the rest of her life because no one will love her because she is fat. So she is sobbing in the corner, screaming at him for a non affair, throwing fries at him, while laughing because she knows she is being insane, but just can’t stop. After like an hour calming her down, he had to go get her small fries because she threw them all at him while screaming about the imaginary affair, because he called her fat, by giving her a large fry.

So what is the moral of these stories?

1) Don’t screw Paul as it will not likely be all that fulfilling as he is unaware of the existence of some very important things.

2) Don’t screw with a woman’s food. Even if you are correct and the Dr Pepper, chicken salad salad, or fries are a better value.

3) When a woman gives you the death stare, first ask yourself, if you are being Paul. If you are not being Paul, try offering chocolate. At least it is harder to yell at you with food in their mouth.

4) Don’t be Paul. Admit there is a possibility a woman might know more about something than you. Admit you could actually be wrong about something. If you are going to spout complete nonsense, and least go all in by being completely irrational too. I mean sobbing, throwing French fries, while spouting irrational shit that makes no sense at all and is just random words and what does string together has nothing to do with the topic. Paul is just a big old giant douche and is always a big old giant douche. Lisa is a lovely woman who just lost her ever loving freaking mind for an hour. One will return to a person people want to be around, the other will always be a douche.

5) Be Mark. Want to know how the Mark and Lisa story continued? The next day and every day thereafter, Mark stopped at McDonalds, got a McChicken and a small fry, as well as another small fry in a separate bag. Mark then sealed the small bag real tight, and stuck it somewhere in the car, probably glove box. Then he gave Lisa her McChicken and small fry. When she inevitably said she wanted more fries, he slow walked to his car, dicked around on his phone for a few minutes, then brought her her small fry. He stopped wasting time and gas by having to go back, but listened to the fact she wanted a small fry even though she was wrong about the value. Lisa knows he did this and was never making the second food run, and loves him for it. Mark is a good man. Mark is a smart man. Be Mark.
 
well I do like nipple clamps, so that works

I was trying to put the fear of hell into you, but your made of sterner stuff
 
I see why it made you laugh. I have the mind of a 12 year old .. actually I have the mind of a child from 1 to 57 haha

lol

well I do like nipple clamps, so that works

I was trying to put the fear of hell into you, but your made of sterner stuff

oh sorry, yeah I kind of am

Oh Paul you sorry soul ... Men Men Men :rolleyes:

I'm just really hoping Paul is gay.

Lovely arse, :caning::caning::caning: speed hump indeed. :D

Enjoyed the titty dildo vid as well. It almost got lost in between.

thank you. yes, my mature mind saw a speed hump sign and had to have one. of course, older now, so I can't decorate my house with street signs so there are some in the yard.

the video is actually a repost from right before the break I took. It just seemed pp might enjoy it.
 
I'm no expert but I am a gynecologist

The difference between vulva and vagina is the difference between the snack bar and the drive in. Arguing with a pussy mechanic who has a pussy of her own is shaky ground to be on. My two cents!
 
The difference between vulva and vagina is the difference between the snack bar and the drive in. Arguing with a pussy mechanic who has a pussy of her own is shaky ground to be on. My two cents!

nice analogy. and yeah I thought it was quite funny. unless I would have been arguing with him myself, then there probably would have been death stares lol
 
For the record, I am not that Paul. Sincerely, Paul Who Knows The Difference Between The Vulva and The Vagina. LOL

I definitely agree with the wise warning placed by your civic officials, just for you. Speed Bump indeed!

As for the crazy - I've got the scars to attest to the various levels of crazy that people are capable of in relationships. Don't make eye contact. Don't make any threatening moves. Back slowly away while agreeing profusely. Then, you might survive. (Oh, and do not dodge the flying fries, that will only result in more fries or other handy objects.)

As for the HR rep I mentioned earlier - the culprit is wine. Free wine. Lots of free wine. (One of our accounts is a major winery. We are on their marketing list and so get cases of free wine on a regular basis at work. You are free to take a few bottles home. Some people take a few bottles every day. I won't name names. But, LOL, the bleary morning gaze and the "I'm locked in my office for the first few hours doing important stuff dammit" gives them away.)
 
LOL you're so funny. Happy VD!!!

thank you. you too.

For the record, I am not that Paul. Sincerely, Paul Who Knows The Difference Between The Vulva and The Vagina. LOL

I definitely agree with the wise warning placed by your civic officials, just for you. Speed Bump indeed!

As for the crazy - I've got the scars to attest to the various levels of crazy that people are capable of in relationships. Don't make eye contact. Don't make any threatening moves. Back slowly away while agreeing profusely. Then, you might survive. (Oh, and do not dodge the flying fries, that will only result in more fries or other handy objects.)

As for the HR rep I mentioned earlier - the culprit is wine. Free wine. Lots of free wine. (One of our accounts is a major winery. We are on their marketing list and so get cases of free wine on a regular basis at work. You are free to take a few bottles home. Some people take a few bottles every day. I won't name names. But, LOL, the bleary morning gaze and the "I'm locked in my office for the first few hours doing important stuff dammit" gives them away.)

lol. good job.

and it is speed hump.

haha. scars huh? Well Lisa is mostly a lovely sane person, just don't give her a large fry when she asked for a small I guess.

ah, and I want lots of free wine damn it.
 
Giggles

So, I had a rambling topic planned for today, but then ... (sic) ... Mark is a good man. Mark is a smart man. Be Mark.

omg Justa that was a great rant!
... ain't it the truth about hormonal fluctuations, doesn't matter what happens, when that estrogen elevates all Hell breaks loose. Erm ... I (feins a blush) know from experience as well and have been called "a crazy bitch" more than a few times. You're so lucky you have a girls group, I would just die to have something similar (giggles) and be accepted as "one of the girls."
 
thank you. yes, my mature mind saw a speed hump sign and had to have one. of course, older now, so I can't decorate my house with street signs so there are some in the yard.

the video is actually a repost from right before the break I took. It just seemed pp might enjoy it.

Back in my youth, roadside construction repairs were barriered and Lit with a lantern of sorts. It was a box with 3 thick glass lenses to magnify the paraffin filled wicked light. I borrowed one to hang in my student accommodation. Only got rid of it about 10 years ago.

Similar to this one https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/EARLY-19...Railway-Road-Lantern-Lamp-PATIO-/223337598608
 
Speed hump, lol. First thing I saw...for real.

lol, so you have the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy too.

omg Justa that was a great rant!
... ain't it the truth about hormonal fluctuations, doesn't matter what happens, when that estrogen elevates all Hell breaks loose. Erm ... I (feins a blush) know from experience as well and have been called "a crazy bitch" more than a few times. You're so lucky you have a girls group, I would just die to have something similar (giggles) and be accepted as "one of the girls."

I guess you might know even more so. I mean we have had these emotional swings as long as we can remember. I can pretty much predict when I will be up, when I will be completely insatiable, when I will be down, when I will be cranky. I mean obviously life plays a part too, but there is a strong likelihood of predictability assuming everything else stays the same.

And yes I never really thought about it, but it is harder for a man to be accepted as one of the girls, versus one of the girls to be accepted as one of the guys. Guys are bonded more by the current now than shared history. As long as you can always actively hold your own with a group of guys, they will accept you fairly quickly. even as a predominantly straight woman. I am thought of as "not them" (ie a woman) or "sort of a woman" I get to speak for all womankind as they have elected me to in debates, but no thought is given to my presence, eventually. You eventually would too, but it would take much longer, and you would have to try twice as hard. always be nice, except when talking about outsiders, you would have difficulty knowing what it is like growing up female, which is a strong bond between females. I have once had a group where a transish man become one of the girls, it took almost a year of regular contact and he succeed because he was the life of the party and fucking fun and hilarious. And in this day in age, I still don't even know how to "label" him. He spent most days as a gay man, though sometimes in drag, and most nights in drag, well I don't know when he was home alone. but yeah he had to be funnier and nicer than us to be one of us, even subconsciously with us, because he just didn't have the shared bonds and know what we know. and he still wouldn't show the horror of a girl saying she has to be a bridesmaid and the dress is strapless. wouldn't know the rules of being a young female, thus not have a true understanding of how we got where we are. just a lot to have to be more relatable in areas he could to make up for the areas he could not.

gaining a woman's trust as an outsider is more difficult than gaining a mans trust as an outsider

it must be very tough.

I wanted to come up with a cleaver way of describing how desirable you are...but just kept coming up with " Me Want" *LOL*:devil::devil::devil:

lol. me like.

Back in my youth, roadside construction repairs were barriered and Lit with a lantern of sorts. It was a box with 3 thick glass lenses to magnify the paraffin filled wicked light. I borrowed one to hang in my student accommodation. Only got rid of it about 10 years ago.

Similar to this one https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/EARLY-19...Railway-Road-Lantern-Lamp-PATIO-/223337598608

well that is interesting. I have an actually barricade somewhere, yup, took the whole barricade, don't ask. that then ended up getting really well painted by hippies

That’s an amazing photobomb!

thank you

Yes: the Speed Bump/ Speed hump sign... :))

Love your thread; Thank you. You are a fun, hott & sexy woman.

well thank you. yeah young me just had to have a speed hump sign in the bedroom. Also the tank crossing sign I saw one day was irresistible lol
 
Speed Hump is even better! LOL - dammit, they were watching. Oh well, as I often say, I'm not that good, but at least I'm fast. :cool:

We get all kinds of crazy free things at work, based on client relationships that are being nurtured by companies. They give us free stuff, so we can enjoy it and (theoretically) give it to our other customers and hence do free marketing for them. Some stuff goes straight down the pipeline - LOL - other stuff never makes it through the office. I think the weirdest (to me) free thing we get is cases and cases of eye drops, contact solution, and other eye care related products. I mean, more than we can possibly use or give to customers, so we literally give it away to anyone in the office building.
 
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