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Jun 27, 2002
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Things are going well during the heavy petting portion of making out. She makes the first move, unzipping your pants and having a go at your pink steel. (Or mocha thunder, for all the brothers)

"This is awesome!" you proclaim as you are both getting hot and bothered.

She finishes up and says, "Now me"

You make your way down between her legs to show her how much you rock in the sack. Gently pulling her panties down in sweet anticipation. You know you are in.

Then a small forest springs out from its containment a la Scary Movie.

"Whoa," you say, not really thinking.

"What?" she inquires with a confused look.

"Nothing, you are just so hot right now," as you try and save yourself. And you think to yourself, "So hot because you're wearing wool shorts underneath your skivvies."

Its too late, you're already committed. Nothing to do but dive in with a hope and a prayer. You know you are in for a challenge, but you are a guy. You've been through worse. Like when that drunk girl puked on you after seeing if she could deep throat. There is no way this could be any worse than that.

Not even a minute into giving her a tongue lashing, you feel a tickle in your nose. Seems as though your gals short and curlies are doing a number on your nostrils.

You move your head real quick.

"AhCHOO!"

"Oh my, bless you" she offers.

"Thanks" you say, making sure you don't touch her with the hand you just snotted in. "Damn," you say to yourself, "I should keep a bottle of hand sanitizer next to the bed."

Back you go, working like a champ. Nothing is going to stop you from ruling all over the place. She moves her hips, getting into the moment. Forcefully pulling your head into her, almost suffocating you. Then you feel the tickle again. Not in your nose this time.

In your throat.

Panic. Its like eating popcorn and you get a husk stuck in your throat, only now it's a pube. Shit, shit, SHIT! You can't go on because you are going to cough up a storm. You can't stop, because she'll wonder whats up.
What to do?

1) Try breathing heavily, but don't hyper ventilate. Just do it like you are panting from the exertion of what you were doing. Hopefully this will dislodge your little problem, and you can peel it off your tongue with the utmost discretion.

2) Clear your throat. This almost never works, and usually makes it worse. Sometimes it just moves from the back of your throat to your nasal cavity and makes the situation worse. Snorting and dry heaving tend to kill the mood.

3) Take your game to the next step. Spit. Not that snot spit. Just the saliva spit. Make sure you get it from the back so when you hork, you bring your little friend out from the back. Do it a couple times if you need to, but always be ready for a slap. Some chicks just don't dig the spit. Come up with something fast in that case. "But baby, I was just thinking of you. I was trying to make it comfortable when I do this," then give her the old standby. The Freshman Finger Bang. Hit her G spot, and you are home free.

The choice is yours, so choose wisely. And never, EVER let her see you pull a pube from out of your teeth or tongue.

Guys who don't go down on chicks are not real men.
 
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I learn how to be a father as I go. I didn't have a father as I grew up..well, I did have a father but I rarely saw him and when I did he didn't teach me much on how to be a father and a man. The only advice I gleaned from my dad on life in the 22 years I knew him was:

1) Don't shit in your own backyard. Which confused me as a lad. But I later interpreted to mean: don't get drunk at the local bar and fuck your neighbors wife.

2) Its all good sums just better than tuthers. Which was unnecessary advice that naturally reveals itself to every young man.

I grew up angry lonely and scared. I would see other boys with their dads and tell myself that if I ever have kids when I am a man I will not ignore them, I will be a good dad and do all the things with my kids that I wish my dad would do with me.

I made a lot of bad decisions when I was a kid and got into a lot of trouble. I am not blaming my dad for my fuck ups. I made those wrong decisions> not my dad, but what I am sure of is if he had been around to keep my feet to the fire and teach me how to become a man I probably would have made better decisions rather than the decisions I made based on anger and lack of impulse control.

When I did become a father I quickly realized that just doing things with them and paying attention to them was not enough to help them into becoming well adjusted adults. Helping your children develop is hard work . You have to punish them but make sure not to abuse them. You have to teach them every damn thing from wiping their ass to using silverware.

It was overwhelming. So I just said fuck it and drowned them all in the bath tub then shot my wife for giving birth to them

The end.
 
Jun 27, 2002
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I caught Hernandez when I was 9 years old. I always had a thing for catching stuff and putting them in jars. Hernandez, at the time, was very small; fresh out of the egg sack where I captured him and took him away.

At the time, I was fully aware that Hernandez was a poisonous Black Widow spider that could probably kill anything my size or smaller. I was very cautious about Hernandez. I put him in a small jar since I was here in southern California visiting and kept him there. I'd feed him small things such as tiny crickets and beetles. I also had to not allow anyone in my family to know that I had a poisonous spider. For six years, the duration of his life, Hernandez was kept a secret from my parents.

When I arrived home, back in Illinois, I gently took Hernandez out of his containment device and put him in a large, clear jar. Hernandez wasn't upset with his surroundings. He was a very content little spider. He got fed every day, had a lot of room to mess around, build webs, and behave in ominous ways. He was a happy spider. Are you curious to know how I know? The spider managed to stay alive for the better part of a decade.

The jar was set up perfectly for a little spider like Hernandez. There was white fish tank gravel in the bottom and a nice stick poking out of it. Every day, like all good little spiders, he would tear down his old web and build a new one. Every day, I'd drop a new, interesting insect in there for him to eat. He was not a picky little spider, but refused to eat:

-Wood lice
-Millipedes
-Bees
-Water beetles
-Toads (but would eat frogs)

I would like to first point out why he wouldn't eat bees. I tried it once and he got stung. He didn't die, surprisingly enough, but he was knocked out for a while. He just laid there for a day or two. I knew if he was dead he would curl up into a little ball of death, but Hernandez did not do this. Hernandez was alive.

I did research on Hernandez and found that he would only get about an inch long and live 2-3 years. That was fine. However, Hernandez defied all odds. First, he lived nearly seven years. Died a few weeks short of his seventh date of hatch. Second, Hernandez got huge. He was to the point where he would eat small animals that I found outside. He slowly became nothing short of a badass spider.

During his fourth year, his size hit a plateau. He was over twice the size a usual spider would get. With this, I assumed that Hernandez's' venom would get twice as potent. After the fourth year, I got a terrarium with a little pop-off lid that opened and closed easily without having to take the entire lid off. It helped to keep him in when it was feeding time. I also got a few more sticks to put in there.

This is when Hernandez started to get scary. The entire bottom of the terrarium was covered in a thick layer of webbing. Within this webbing were the shells of large insects and animals. Dead frogs, horseflies, other spiders and even a guppy lay down among the death. Hernandez was laying waste to the local ecosystem. He was becoming some kind of mega spider.

With that, I took him out to the garage and killed him. Oh, except for the part where HE DIDN'T DIE. I read online somewhere that sometimes smashing spiders doesn't actually kill them and they remain alive for a while. I didn't want the spider to go through that, so I decided to whip out the Raid on him. So there I was, raiding the spider to death. I dumped him on the workbench and gave him a good spray. I stood there and watched for a minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes?

FIFTEEN MINUTES!?

This spider wasn't about to be killed. The raid did not kill him. I rinsed him off with some water and shoved him back in his terrarium. He then finished a meal that he had ben given that day and acted like nothing had happened.

I knew he watched me when I slept after that one.

For the next nearly three years, he lived a happy spider life. He endured cat attacks and two different moves. Finally, though, one day, Hernandez's little body just couldn't handle any more and he died. He died four years later than he was supposed to.

I drink to you, Hernandez
 
Jul 25, 2004
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mustynutz said:
I learn how to be a father as I go. I didn't have a father as I grew up..well, I did have a father but I rarely saw him and when I did he didn't teach me much on how to be a father and a man. The only advice I gleaned from my dad on life in the 22 years I knew him was:

1) Don't shit in your own backyard. Which confused me as a lad. But I later interpreted to mean: don't get drunk at the local bar and fuck your neighbors wife.

2) Its all good sums just better than tuthers. Which was unnecessary advice that naturally reveals itself to every young man.

I grew up angry lonely and scared. I would see other boys with their dads and tell myself that if I ever have kids when I am a man I will not ignore them, I will be a good dad and do all the things with my kids that I wish my dad would do with me.

I made a lot of bad decisions when I was a kid and got into a lot of trouble. I am not blaming my dad for my fuck ups. I made those wrong decisions> not my dad, but what I am sure of is if he had been around to keep my feet to the fire and teach me how to become a man I probably would have made better decisions rather than the decisions I made based on anger and lack of impulse control.

When I did become a father I quickly realized that just doing things with them and paying attention to them was not enough to help them into becoming well adjusted adults. Helping your children develop is hard work . You have to punish them but make sure not to abuse them. You have to teach them every damn thing from wiping their ass to using silverware.

It was overwhelming. So I just said fuck it and drowned them all in the bath tub then shot my wife for giving birth to them

The end.

God Damn.