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whos geting laid tonight?
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Another "self-serve" night; AGAIN!!! |
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I think they should all post photos without shirts and bending over to pick something up!!!
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Dark Chocolate
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i would cover my entire body with it if I could and lick and smell my way into a trace.
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South Of Here!
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I wrote it because I hate when, dare I say, our euro-centric culture equates what we perceive as civilization as the only way to live that has value. When it fact the people that i had the pleasure of meeting from place south are happy with less, they have a richness of spirit we can't duplicate.
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Dark Chocolate
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I dig black chicks. |
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Bad bosses
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I seen one of my bosses get his azz kicked right in the office one time by a dude he fired. Hilarious. I try my best to not have to fire people or be a jerk ,but I have had threats made to me as well. I usually fire them on the spot when they do that. |
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South Of Here!
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The Southern Hemisphere is my hearts home.
It's sparse landscape, it's hot and passionate. It's bold and unforgiving, it's often uncultivated. It's people browned by the sun's constant rays and pungent with the earth's fragrances. My heart dwells in its ocean coves. on humid mountain peaks, over vast desserts. I do not weep for the Northern Hemisphere. It's cultivated landscapes, it's cold and reserved. It's leach-like soul sucking, it's cultured nothingness, its people pale by constant raining of thought and pungent with rotting hearts. I weep for the South. It's my hearts home. I belong there, to die there! |
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Thank you! Those are awesome. I love, especially, the ones of him watching McCain's speech... his look screams humility. |
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http://flickr.com/photos/barackobamadotcom/sets/72157608716313371/show/
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STEELERS ARE ON THEIR WAY!
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BOO YA
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Double Standard?
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Men don't realize women actually listen to them and read what they write. They don't reciprocate, so they don't see it as a problem. The fact that they are presenting as a derranged person does not compute. It doesn't matter anyhow, they don't read the response, just the fact that you respond gives them hope.... Some guy yesterday asked me why I responded when I wasn't interested. I told him I pretty much respond to everyone in some way, even if I'm not interested. He said it only gives a guy hope and makes them think someone is interested, because most don't bother. My thing is if they'd actually read the response, they can tell right away if I'm not interested. So yes, I guess that's true that most don't even bother to read what you write. NOW I understand my problem. I READ the responses and deduce that they aren't interested. Next time I'll just take a response as "Hey, let's get it on!" regardless of the content. I think this is going to work out much better for me. You mean there are guys out there who actually read? |
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Double Standard?
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The few times I have said anything remotely like that. men have high tailed it out of there. Even though I qualified it with, "what I want ultimately"
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Double Standard?
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I think we are getting a little side tracked. I want to know why guy think they can say that stuff?
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Guess i am online dating jaded, after 5 years of it on and off, but at this point if I still feel interested in them after a 15 minute phone conversation,I try to meet ASAP. I have invested a lot time talking over the phone talking only to find i have absolutely no chemistry with them in person. That can be really disappointing if you have become connected.
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Double Standard?
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It seems to me that men feel it is perfectly all right to express their excitement about a woman in ways that would send them running for the hills if a woman said the same thing. Example of things men have said to me are as follows:
Did you read my profile, cause you are the exact women I have been looking for! You are perfect for me, i want to make this happen. Will you marry me? I will drop whatever I am doing to meet you, just tell me the time and the place. Yes, i know that this is playful banter. But my question is why are men allowed and feel comfortable doing this while women saying the same thing would be seen as desperate or just plain crazy? |
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Topic:
Paris Sketches
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as her left the park
the old man removed his hat and bowed to the statue. this was no ordinary statue, for him it was the General who's harshness kept him alive and returned him to those burdened arms. burdened because of having nothing to do but wait. Leaving Paris, leaving you! Leaving Paris, leaving you! Leaving Paris, leaving you! paris stop! I LOVE YOU! there! I said it and I don't feel any better. can'ttalkcan'tthinkcan'tbecan'tbreath. Give me an inch. I'd be satisfied! |
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Midget
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Topic:
Something Strange About Her
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WOW! goodone! I liked this, very awesome. SMiles |
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Midget
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Towering above me
Sad, sleepy eyed Oh, when you smile I tremble inside Too too serious Far too serious For a lover To be. Is it wrong That All I want Is to touch To be Touched? Towering above me Silent, sleepy eyed Oh, when you speak I heave inside Too too stern Far too stern For a lover To be. Is it wrong That All I want Is to desire to be Desire? Towering above me Saturnine, sleepy eyed Oh when you move I ignite inside Too too separate Far too separate For a lover To be. Is it wrong That All I want Is to need To be Needed? |
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Something Strange About Her
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There was something strange
about her. It was a though she had a part of every woman somewhere in her. One, but many. Consequently, she likes almost everyone and everyone liked her, especially men. She liked the fact that she was liked especially by men. However, she only loved one man, over and over again. One man whose face was always changing. This was very confusing for her. At times the man was dark, other times fair. It was difficult to get to know him. In the beginning she asked the same questions, but he constantly changed the answers. Frustrated she gave up asking questions all together. She tried to let her eyes of every women ask the questions. The man enjoyed being questioned this way but continued to give different answers anyway. With every blink of her eyes of every woman she changed from one woman to the next. At, which point the man began to babble in amazement. Answering questions she never asked, saying things she never wanted to hear. With her eyes swelling, she would wrap her arms herself and tears would begin to fall. The man would try to console her to no avail. When her storm had passed the man had once more gone through a metamorphosis. Her eyes sparked again as the sky after a storm. He was his tender self again. How could she have doubted him, for he too was every man. |
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