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So I'm writing a story I'm planning on submitting, but suck at titles. I know it's hard to come up with a title without reading the story, but I'll do my best to give an overall description
Main character (male) travels to Themiscyra (mythical home of the Amazons in Greek mythology). After being captured and several horrible jokes, he is invited to temporarily stay... saying anymore I believe would ruin the story.
Main character (male) travels to Themiscyra (mythical home of the Amazons in Greek mythology). After being captured and several horrible jokes, he is invited to temporarily stay... saying anymore I believe would ruin the story.
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Why no option for second person? You know...
"The taste of cum on your lips intoxicates your, making you feel light headed"
I tried to keep that gender neutral.
And a bit weirder example
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That second part is a joke. If you kind of felt like you were going to throw up reading it yet you were laughing at the same time, I did what I wanted to.
No judgement on anybody who's into that stuff.
"The taste of cum on your lips intoxicates your, making you feel light headed"
I tried to keep that gender neutral.
And a bit weirder example
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That second part is a joke. If you kind of felt like you were going to throw up reading it yet you were laughing at the same time, I did what I wanted to.
No judgement on anybody who's into that stuff.
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Mine's kind of hard to explain, but I'll do my best. Two ropes suspended about 8 feet one above another crossing a creek. The task it so commando crawl from the top one half way across, then switch to the bottom one and commando crawl the rest of the way. I got halfway and was too short to actually make the switch safely so I'm told not to. I continue across the top, then my hand slips and I get crotch-ed on the bottom rope. Roughly 20 people saw me get crotch-ed and proceeded to laugh.
Other than that, doing a flip off a high dive but over turning into a belly flop (so a 450 splash from 20 feet up). My gut looked like a lobster, roughly 60 people saw and proceeded to laugh.
Other than that, doing a flip off a high dive but over turning into a belly flop (so a 450 splash from 20 feet up). My gut looked like a lobster, roughly 60 people saw and proceeded to laugh.
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Find out her fantasies and fulfill them. You will have better sex if she keeps fulfilling yours (stockings et cetera) she may get more into the sex if you are fulfilling her fantasies, also if hers seem weird to you (i'm no deviant but let's say... it involves having sex while both of you are hanging upside down from a wall) just go with it, yours apparently seem weird to her, and it's highly possible that hers will seem weird to you, but just go with it if it makes her happy, I mean, you're getting laid maybe doing something that seems unusual, it'll still be fun (unless her idea of a fantasy involves filling tying you down, tying your cock extended from your body (flaccid or erect) and she takes a rubber chicken filled with rocks and proceeds to flail your cock with it. (that was a joke, at least I hope that's nobody's fantasy... I'm pretty open minded, but that just seems fucking weird))
Oh god, I'm going to have nightmares about being beaten by a rubber chicken filled with rocks now...
Oh god, I'm going to have nightmares about being beaten by a rubber chicken filled with rocks now...
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When it becomes clear the relationship will end, go into seclusion writing a brute force or keylogger and a DOS program. When it ends, use the brute force, then hit the ex with the DOS. Using your new information, wreak havock. I have never done this (except writing the various programs) and therefore can't speak to it's perfect use. But be careful with this information. A few passwords is a dangerous thing
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I change the encryption on my hard drive and my passwords monthly, Think nothing of it.
Although.... I am currently running TAILS as my OS...
If you are concerned, I wrote a brute force program that will work if you can get the length of the password within a couple days... but if you do that I'd say there's a 90% chance he will break up with you. Don't brute force anything until you are positive something shifty is going on.
Although.... I am currently running TAILS as my OS...
If you are concerned, I wrote a brute force program that will work if you can get the length of the password within a couple days... but if you do that I'd say there's a 90% chance he will break up with you. Don't brute force anything until you are positive something shifty is going on.
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Punch Brothers covering Cars (Just what I needed) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yxgr-Ebpidw
followed by Gwar covering Kansas (carry on my wayward son) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=baExq6xNhQ8
followed by Gwar covering Kansas (carry on my wayward son) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=baExq6xNhQ8
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What was your favorite response to a pick up line you used, or response you gave.
Mine isn't actually from a pick up line, but from a "how would you respond to this pick up line"
Me: (sits down, tents fingers, looks person directly in the eye) Excuse me, would you be interested in fornication, if not I do have Flunitrazepam"
responder: (wide eyed at first, then bursts out laughing) "I'd have to say I'd give you a ten dollar bill, tell you to go buy a hooker, then back away slowly before turning around into a full sprint"
Mine isn't actually from a pick up line, but from a "how would you respond to this pick up line"
Me: (sits down, tents fingers, looks person directly in the eye) Excuse me, would you be interested in fornication, if not I do have Flunitrazepam"
responder: (wide eyed at first, then bursts out laughing) "I'd have to say I'd give you a ten dollar bill, tell you to go buy a hooker, then back away slowly before turning around into a full sprint"
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In the states, having sex with someone who is intoxicated is , it's more likely that the drunk sex will not go to court, but in the event it does, whether you are drunk or not, you don't have a leg to stand on in the event of charges on drunk sex.
In other words, don't go there man, I hear prison's not fun, especially for people put there on sex offender/ charges (even if statutory or drunk)
Damn, do I know how to ruin a topic or what?
In other words, don't go there man, I hear prison's not fun, especially for people put there on sex offender/ charges (even if statutory or drunk)
Damn, do I know how to ruin a topic or what?
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The Bard by Vasily Zhukovsky
My friends, can you descry that mound of earth
Above clear waters in the shade of trees?
You can just hear the babbling spring against the bank;
You can just feel a breeze that's wafting in the leaves;
A wreath and lyre hang upon the boughs…
Alas, my friends! This mound's a grave;
Here earth conceals the ashes of a bard;
Poor bard!
A gentle soul, a simple heart
He was a sojourner in the world;
He'd barely bloomed, yet lost his taste for life
He craved his end with yearning and excitement;
And early on he met his end,
He found the grave's desired sleep.
Your time was but a moment - a moment sad
Poor bard!
He sang with tenderness of friendship to his friend, -
His loyal friend cut down in his life's bloom;
He sang of love - but in a doleful voice;
Alas! Of love he knew naught but its woe;
Now all has met with its demise,
Your soul partakes of peace eternal;
You slumber in your silent grave,
Poor bard!
Here, by this stream one eventide
He sang his doleful farewell song:
"O lovely world, where blossomed I in vain;
Farewell forever; with a soul deceived
For happiness I waited - but my dreams have died;
All's perished; lyre, be still;
To your serene abode, o haste,
Poor bard!
What's life, when charm is lacking?
To know of bliss, with all the spirit's striving,
Only to see oneself cut off by an abyss;
Each moment to desire and yet fear desiring…
O refuge of vexatious hearts,
O grave, sure path to peace,
When will you call to your embrace
The poor bard?"
The bard's no more… his lyre's silent…
All trace of him has disappeared from here;
The hills and valleys mourn;
And all is still… save zephyrs soft,
That stir the faded wreath,
And waft betimes above the grave,
A woeful lyre responds:
Poor bard!
My friends, can you descry that mound of earth
Above clear waters in the shade of trees?
You can just hear the babbling spring against the bank;
You can just feel a breeze that's wafting in the leaves;
A wreath and lyre hang upon the boughs…
Alas, my friends! This mound's a grave;
Here earth conceals the ashes of a bard;
Poor bard!
A gentle soul, a simple heart
He was a sojourner in the world;
He'd barely bloomed, yet lost his taste for life
He craved his end with yearning and excitement;
And early on he met his end,
He found the grave's desired sleep.
Your time was but a moment - a moment sad
Poor bard!
He sang with tenderness of friendship to his friend, -
His loyal friend cut down in his life's bloom;
He sang of love - but in a doleful voice;
Alas! Of love he knew naught but its woe;
Now all has met with its demise,
Your soul partakes of peace eternal;
You slumber in your silent grave,
Poor bard!
Here, by this stream one eventide
He sang his doleful farewell song:
"O lovely world, where blossomed I in vain;
Farewell forever; with a soul deceived
For happiness I waited - but my dreams have died;
All's perished; lyre, be still;
To your serene abode, o haste,
Poor bard!
What's life, when charm is lacking?
To know of bliss, with all the spirit's striving,
Only to see oneself cut off by an abyss;
Each moment to desire and yet fear desiring…
O refuge of vexatious hearts,
O grave, sure path to peace,
When will you call to your embrace
The poor bard?"
The bard's no more… his lyre's silent…
All trace of him has disappeared from here;
The hills and valleys mourn;
And all is still… save zephyrs soft,
That stir the faded wreath,
And waft betimes above the grave,
A woeful lyre responds:
Poor bard!
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The Bard by Vasily Zhukovsky
My friends, can you descry that mound of earth
Above clear waters in the shade of trees?
You can just hear the babbling spring against the bank;
You can just feel a breeze that's wafting in the leaves;
A wreath and lyre hang upon the boughs…
Alas, my friends! This mound's a grave;
Here earth conceals the ashes of a bard;
Poor bard!
A gentle soul, a simple heart
He was a sojourner in the world;
He'd barely bloomed, yet lost his taste for life
He craved his end with yearning and excitement;
And early on he met his end,
He found the grave's desired sleep.
Your time was but a moment - a moment sad
Poor bard!
He sang with tenderness of friendship to his friend, -
His loyal friend cut down in his life's bloom;
He sang of love - but in a doleful voice;
Alas! Of love he knew naught but its woe;
Now all has met with its demise,
Your soul partakes of peace eternal;
You slumber in your silent grave,
Poor bard!
Here, by this stream one eventide
He sang his doleful farewell song:
"O lovely world, where blossomed I in vain;
Farewell forever; with a soul deceived
For happiness I waited - but my dreams have died;
All's perished; lyre, be still;
To your serene abode, o haste,
Poor bard!
What's life, when charm is lacking?
To know of bliss, with all the spirit's striving,
Only to see oneself cut off by an abyss;
Each moment to desire and yet fear desiring…
O refuge of vexatious hearts,
O grave, sure path to peace,
When will you call to your embrace
The poor bard?"
The bard's no more… his lyre's silent…
All trace of him has disappeared from here;
The hills and valleys mourn;
And all is still… save zephyrs soft,
That stir the faded wreath,
And waft betimes above the grave,
A woeful lyre responds:
Poor bard!
My friends, can you descry that mound of earth
Above clear waters in the shade of trees?
You can just hear the babbling spring against the bank;
You can just feel a breeze that's wafting in the leaves;
A wreath and lyre hang upon the boughs…
Alas, my friends! This mound's a grave;
Here earth conceals the ashes of a bard;
Poor bard!
A gentle soul, a simple heart
He was a sojourner in the world;
He'd barely bloomed, yet lost his taste for life
He craved his end with yearning and excitement;
And early on he met his end,
He found the grave's desired sleep.
Your time was but a moment - a moment sad
Poor bard!
He sang with tenderness of friendship to his friend, -
His loyal friend cut down in his life's bloom;
He sang of love - but in a doleful voice;
Alas! Of love he knew naught but its woe;
Now all has met with its demise,
Your soul partakes of peace eternal;
You slumber in your silent grave,
Poor bard!
Here, by this stream one eventide
He sang his doleful farewell song:
"O lovely world, where blossomed I in vain;
Farewell forever; with a soul deceived
For happiness I waited - but my dreams have died;
All's perished; lyre, be still;
To your serene abode, o haste,
Poor bard!
What's life, when charm is lacking?
To know of bliss, with all the spirit's striving,
Only to see oneself cut off by an abyss;
Each moment to desire and yet fear desiring…
O refuge of vexatious hearts,
O grave, sure path to peace,
When will you call to your embrace
The poor bard?"
The bard's no more… his lyre's silent…
All trace of him has disappeared from here;
The hills and valleys mourn;
And all is still… save zephyrs soft,
That stir the faded wreath,
And waft betimes above the grave,
A woeful lyre responds:
Poor bard!
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For me, if she wants it (clearly, I'm kind of stupid and don't pick up on signals) and can provide at least one good conspiracy theory, knowledge of conspiracy theories and their favorite can tell a lot about a person. Looks are a plus, but I'm not terribly picky ( a dry spell of longer than I care to admit has dispelled most (if not all) standards).
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