How can they afford the fuel?

SamScribble

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For the first few years of my life I lived ‘just over the fence’ from an RAF base. There was a squadron of early jets based there, but most of the aircraft were prop driven. I still remember lying in my bed at night listening to the Doppler drone of a dozen or so aircraft as they returned from wherever they had been. It was a sound that I quickly got to love.

Much later in my life, I lived ‘just over the fence’ from another RAF base. This base was home to several ‘fast jet’ squadrons and the last of the Canberras. When these guys flew over, it wasn’t so much a ‘drone’ as a hum, followed by a rumble, followed by a roar, followed by a ‘Geez! What was that?’ Some of my neighbours used to grumble at every opportunity. Personally, I loved the sound.

Now, I wake up at night to the sound of the one-bombers. Up goes a new story, up goes the score, up goes the red H, and in come the one-bombers. And then, when the score has recovered, the bombers are back for another run. And another. How can they afford the fuel? That’s what I want to know. :)
 
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I live in Singapore right now. Fighter jets fly over us up to a dozen times a day (more during the lead up to National Day celebrations when they practice their drills). I know exactly the sound you’re referring to. And it’s especially loud living in a high rise apartment, which 90% of us do. The roar is intense!
 
That's the sound, and cost of Freedom. Freedom is not cheap, in any sense. Thank you tax payer!
 
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I live in a remote mountain hamlet at elevation in a slender California county rising from the Central Valley to the Sierra Nevada crest, not quite reaching Lake Tahoe. Wilderness starts just over the ridge. We are not under flight paths to or from metropolises. Jet and prop noises are almost never heard. A helicopter means either a forest fire or a fugitive.

Valley people drive our thin Kit Carson Pass highway to reach forests, ski runs, casinos, and other recreations. Many drive big fucking bloated pickup trucks too fast. Those fat turds get about ten miles per gallon down in the flatlands. Speeding uphill, the mileage is closer to seven, less if they're hauling boats, jet-skis, snowmobiles, or horses.

How can they afford the fuel?

(Answer: credit card debt makes their net worth about US$100.)
 
Many drive big fucking bloated pickup trucks too fast. Those fat turds get about ten miles per gallon down in the flatlands. Speeding uphill, the mileage is closer to seven, less if they're hauling boats, jet-skis, snowmobiles, or horses.

Over here, such a bloated rig is called a "Chelsea Tractor".
 
Whenever we see one of those huge pick ups that are in pristine shape-meaning they're not used for work-my wife says "Oh, look, a penis extension.

Good one.
In our case, one often sees them driven by a woman (often taking the kids to school, usually a walking distance away).
 
Good one.
In our case, one often sees them driven by a woman (often taking the kids to school, usually a walking distance away).

Around here its not Pick ups we see the women in its the huge SUV's. When I see women in those I think 'status symbol' regardless of other things changing, one thing that never will is 'keeping up with the Jones'"
 
Now, I wake up at night to the sound of the one-bombers. Up goes a new story, up goes the score, up goes the red H, and in come the one-bombers. And then, when the score has recovered, the bombers are back for another run. And another. How can they afford the fuel? That’s what I want to know.

Delightful! I think it's a pity there isn't a contest for one-paragraph imagery.
 
Whenever we see one of those huge pick ups that are in pristine shape-meaning they're not used for work-my wife says "Oh, look, a penis extension.

The one's I grew up with were all of off farms or guys whose Dad's used them for work and they were all pretty beat up. Love them though - and besides, I need one to carry all the guns and ammo down to Tex's. The bounty on those Literotica trolls covers the cost of the gas... :D

https://cbsboston.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/cohasset.jpg?w=628&h=353&crop=1

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The one's I grew up with were all of off farms or guys whose Dad's used them for work and they were all pretty beat up. Love them though - and besides, I need one to carry all the guns and ammo down to Tex's. The bounty on those Literotica trolls covers the cost of the gas... :D

https://cbsboston.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/cohasset.jpg?w=628&h=353&crop=1

https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQdG0OvH-6Ldu2EA3wutT2tOZT9fN7CmDCP7_uqou3cAChn3E0nOw

Easy Chloe....if the flaming liberals of the GB see that they'll be starting threads about you and put you on the "Trumper List'
 
Now, I wake up at night to the sound of the one-bombers. Up goes a new story, up goes the score, up goes the red H, and in come the one-bombers. And then, when the score has recovered, the bombers are back for another run. And another. How can they afford the fuel? That’s what I want to know. :)

I think their fuel is mostly cheetos and burritos, so it's partly subsidized by government agricultural programs, and it's pretty inexpensive.
 
I think their fuel is mostly cheetos and burritos, so it's partly subsidized by government agricultural programs, and it's pretty inexpensive.

Their fuel is hate, bitterness, and time and they have plenty of both.
 
First, I love the sound of jet fighters and bombers flying over head. I was one of the guys that protected them while they were on the ground. U.S. Air Force.

Those one bombers are usually mom and dad subsidized basement dwelling ugly monsters, who live in the dark and have bad eyesight, chewing on jerky and drinking Mountain Dew. :eek:
 
In the end, who knows what drives them. They could have had a bad day and somehow, your story got in their way.

I've come to see them as guys (or gals, for that matter) who are masturbating before they even open my story. If my story gets them off right away then it's a 5* story. If my story kills their buzz then it's a 1* story. That's rational, right?

So maybe fueled by frustration more than hate.
 
I've come to see them as guys (or gals, for that matter) who are masturbating before they even open my story. If my story gets them off right away then it's a 5* story. If my story kills their buzz then it's a 1* story. That's rational, right?

So maybe fueled by frustration more than hate.

Perhaps all Lit stories should be preceded by a standard form disclaimer that can be adapted via checking boxes to the peculiarities of the story involved. It would read something like this:

Don't start stroking if you:

etc. etc.
 
I've come to see them as guys (or gals, for that matter) who are masturbating before they even open my story. If my story gets them off right away then it's a 5* story. If my story kills their buzz then it's a 1* story. That's rational, right?

So maybe fueled by frustration more than hate.

Here's a question for you...actually this could make a decent thread. When it comes to trolls the first thing to come to mind is LW both in the amount and the viciousness of the comments.

Am I the only one that feels that demographic is 99% men? IN general my impression of trolling anons based on their comments, speech, etc...is that its mostly a male thing here.

Agree, disagree?
 
Here's a question for you...actually this could make a decent thread. When it comes to trolls the first thing to come to mind is LW both in the amount and the viciousness of the comments.

Am I the only one that feels that demographic is 99% men? IN general my impression of trolling anons based on their comments, speech, etc...is that its mostly a male thing here.

Agree, disagree?

Oh, I gotta agree totally with this. From tone alone, yes. But isn't that to be expected in LW? I mean, men don't like being made a fool of and isn't that what cucking is about? I don't really know. I've never read there and it's not in my list of 'gotta try that once'. But, it seems to me that a reader usually places themselves in the shoes of a character...it stands to reason that if they place themselves in the lead role a LW story and it's a cuckold story...they'd get a bit angry. No excuse, but logical response.

The $64,000 question is, why do they continue to go back? The answer is: They are cuckolds! It's a never ending story. smh
 
Oh, I gotta agree totally with this. From tone alone, yes. But isn't that to be expected in LW? I mean, men don't like being made a fool of and isn't that what cucking is about? I don't really know. I've never read there and it's not in my list of 'gotta try that once'. But, it seems to me that a reader usually places themselves in the shoes of a character...it stands to reason that if they place themselves in the lead role a LW story and it's a cuckold story...they'd get a bit angry. No excuse, but logical response.

The $64,000 question is, why do they continue to go back? The answer is: They are cuckolds! It's a never ending story. smh

Yes they're sexual masochists who because they can't admit what they like keep coming back, getting off then become enraged and full of self loathing that you, the author, caused in them and they lash out.

Rinse, repeat....
 
Agree, disagree?

Agree 100%.

It's always hard to tell for sure about the gender of the authors of comments, but I feel pretty confident that in almost every case the author of troll comments has been male. I think troll-ism fits hand in glove with the misogynistic/incel "the world is not giving me my due" mentality, and troll comments give them a brief respite from feelings of impotence or grievance.
 
Perhaps all Lit stories should be preceded by a standard form disclaimer that can be adapted via checking boxes to the peculiarities of the story involved. It would read something like this:

Don't start stroking if you:

etc. etc.
They're called 'tags'. My later stories list the tags up front, along with the standard disclaimer of overage fiction and it's not about ME.
 
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