Cracks? Neither I nor Arse created that picture and that is a fact. You're a moron for bringing it up years later, because all it does is shame your kid. In essence, you are using it as leverage for negative attention and I find that to be gruesome.
Hold on a sec. It was a bit soft but not flaccid. I was in no rush and oodles of love did I give. I always make sure she has an orgasm first. So as a result of the klonopin things were a bit mellow; no, she has absolutely no right to be pissed.
Still trying to figure out why the woman was "frustrated" after I spent some decent dough trying to have a good time with the woman.
WE ONLY DID WHAT YOU WANTED TO DO.
The woman gets pissed because I am kind of spontaneous and random. So in this case I print out movie theaters in carson city, possible casinos, eateries, various alternatives she could have chosen. In short, to sidestep my usual random shit, I developed an itinerary of alternate possibilities.
but noooooooooooooooooooooo NOW she is pissed because I PRINTED something out and IT IS ALL ABOUT ME.
Everything goes fine except we both pop half a Klonopin. I have hardly ever taken this shit but I thought it'd be a smooth even ride. Well, we both saunter out of the hot tub after getting buzzy wuzzy and we start to get 'er on. I give her the weakest orgasm she's ever had but she thanks me by trying to suck me off. Because of the Klonopin, I fell asleep while she's sucking my dick and she falls asleep with her mouf over my knob.
Fast forward to 9 am. She's sitting in the hot tub by herself and I wake up with some splashing noises. I ask her if anything is ok and she says: "I am just frustrated so I don't want to talk right now." I'm like, "um, excuse me, for part of your christmas gift we come up here, listen to some great live music, have free dinner courtesy of a local pizza/diner/bar, we then do a bit of gambling, we sit in a hot tub for part of the night, we pop some god damn benzo (very small dose) and you are frustrated?
This woman unloads on me and told me shit about me that even I didn't know.
He's going to call up his new AA sponsor and regale late night tales of imploding woe, where he became so enraged that the little plastic tube he blows into to interact with his internet enemies melted like a candle.
There were tons of sean.nli posts. Most were mine.
You aren't very good at this, ferret.
Thank god your photoshop skills BLOW and you are too lazy to learn. Instead, you are stuck making dumb graphics.
Oh never mind him. He has a lisp on the phone and stutters. I like to make him think that he's the smartest man in the world because I hope he whisks me away to Canada so that I can escape my creditors here
It was in relation to a few cal threads that were posted. Somebody posted "this is who I went to cal with" or something like that. On the same day I start a thread saying "yeah" with a link to the guy's photo to try to stir up shit.
Ferret takes this and thinks that because I went to Cal, I must be the guy who knows this guy, and therefore the site MUST BE MINE.
It's the one dimensional thought process rearing it's ugly head.
Ferret is one dumb bumbling Internet Detective. Inspector Closeau.