Dramaaaaaa!!!!!

Any platform on the planet, regarding anything on the planet, will involve dudes trying to cyber if there's any way for them to talk to you. If there's a text box for people to communicate with each other, there will be cybering. haaaa

All this talk has me worked up. Anyone interested in chatting???
 
It's the only reason I've stuck around this long.

Speaking of squirting, I want to publicly state that I wasn't responsible for the flooding in South Carolina recently. Any mention of my name in such matters is completely baseless and without merit.

Thanks for everyone's attention to this matter.
 
Does that mean touching on top of clothing and some dry humping?
Do you WANT me to send you away to prison for the rest of your life?? :eek:
Speaking of squirting, I want to publicly state that I wasn't responsible for the flooding in South Carolina recently. Any mention of my name in such matters is completely baseless and without merit.

Thanks for everyone's attention to this matter.

Relax, it was only a few people saying that.
 
There seems to be a rash of "he wanted to fuck me" <the horror> and "he didn't try to fuck me" <equally horrific> incidents involving not-really-dating hook-up sites.

I suspect no gay guy ever had the above misunderstandings happen on Grinder.

If the name of the site is not "eHarmony," "Match," "ChristiansMingleButTheDon'tFuckingDoThat" odds are good that one or both of you is at least thinking that if you didn't lie in your profile or use a 10 year old picture some human contact is not beyond the realm of the possible.
 
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Just you and the bitch I won't name. Here's the thing, which you seemed to have forgotten: I don't care what your opinion is of me. I don't care how you see me. You in particular. The day I care about your opinion on anyone or anything is the day I douse everyone in lighter fluid and set the planet on fire and you're pretty safe from that.

Just because you don't care doesn't mean I can't speak on it. You're talking about someone behind their back, and that makes you a pussy.
 
Just because you don't care doesn't mean I can't speak on it. You're talking about someone behind their back, and that makes you a pussy.

I never said you couldn't say anything. It's weird how the fact that I'm talking about her behind her back out in the open where she can read it flew right past you. It doesn't surprise me, though. You're no better than killswitch, flapping your gums about whatever.
 
Any platform on the planet, regarding anything on the planet, will involve dudes trying to cyber if there's any way for them to talk to you. If there's a text box for people to communicate with each other, there will be cybering. haaaa

Fortunately, on lit, all the men are just friends looking for help from other friends for their newest Choose Your Adventure erotic novel.

I'm no great author, but I know they're sitting there, working on an intimidating number of Venn diagrams to get this story just right. And so many details they need to know.

Where would you put it, how, would you like this, would you like that?

You can tell when they're really at a good part, it's like they can hardly type at all to respond to you.

After, you just feel good that you were able to spare the three minutes to help an artist.
 
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Just because you don't care doesn't mean I can't speak on it. You're talking about someone behind their back, and that makes you a pussy.

You're whining about her talking behind someone's back. That makes you a pussy.
 
I make a great weed/booze/Rohypnol cocktail. It's to die for.

Oh, you're totally the sort of guy a lady could ride the rails with, you can feed her your cocktails, she can tell you about her submissive unconscious hobo sex fantasies, and then, friend-spooning.
 
Fortunately, on lit, all the men are just friends looking for help from other friends for their newest Choose Your Adventure erotic novel.

I'm no great author, but I know they're sitting there, working on an intimidating number of Venn diagrams to get this story just right. And so many details they need to know.

Where would you put it, how, would you like this, would you like that?


You can tell when they're really at a good part, it's like they can hardly type at all to respond to you.

After, you just feel good that you were able to spare the three minutes to help an artist.

^^Another indelible truth of Lit.
 
I never said you couldn't say anything. It's weird how the fact that I'm talking about her behind her back out in the open where she can read it flew right past you. It doesn't surprise me, though. You're no better than killswitch, flapping your gums about whatever.

If I were to talk about Query in the open without putting his name to it makes it indirect. That's punk shit. You call her a friend, her being a friend you should be able to about her directly, if you wanna talk about her. Not indirectly.

"That short, white, bald headed, motherfucker, I hate him" This will make me a pussy.

"Query short white bald headed ass, fuck em."

See the difference?

You're a fucking punk,now deal with it.
 
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