When xpt went offline I was most worried about losing track of fatman's status.

I have a crush on a cute little "borderline" comic.

Petite [5'3" or 4", ~34B], light-brown/dark-blonde hair, small light eyes, very manic, cute fake English accent.

From her dress and conversation, I think she is likely lesbian at this time.





I forgot to mention her pixie nose and pouty lips.

What happened with the alchoholic Philippina?

She's an alcoholic-Bangladeshi. Nothing happened to her, as far as I know. I just added another unrealistic entity with complicating factors to "the cast".

Highly inaccurate, Random.



Where's GD Clyde? And, what!, no aluminium-foil!




Please Try again!

Got my gums scraped today. Ow!

All this talk about fires has me truly sad.

In Feb 1974 my house caught fire from bad aluminium wiring - which has since been banned by building code.

I still remember watching the volunteer firefighters risking their lives to same what was left of our house. Thanks again, guys!!!

I still smile when I think of the wirey guy who dove to catch my darting pregnant tabby "Friskies Buffet" when she tried to run back into the burning house and how she peed on him as he brought her to my sister. [she gave birth a day or two later - the cat - not my sister.].

I still wonder about the fact that everything in my grandmother's room was destroyed except for her pictures. That drawer somehow has left untouched.

I still wish pain upon the people that robbed our few remaining possessions from the smoldering husk of a house.

I still cannot imagine the panic my dad felt when he arrived home from work in the dark to an empty fire-damaged house with no family there and no one to tell him we were all o.k.

I still dread the instant memory tag I get anytime I smell a fire. It throws me right into the depths of depression.

I still question if I hadn't gone through the fire, and if it hadn't triggered off the start of my bi-polar, who I might be today?

I think I require some additional research on this ...

I need to hear Flick Shagwell say "Aluminium" with a cock in her mouth while being vaginally stimulated by Ashley and Angel Long.

ashley long was the best. long and lean anal machine

Brits say SHedule for schedule.

Why not SHool for school?

Yeah, but the Brits gave us the terms "wanker" and "bullocks", so they're cool in my book...except for all of the oppressing of my Scottish and Irish ancestors, but hey, let bygones be bygones.

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"wanker" and "bullocks", so they're cool

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MODS: This may be an XPT violation. The word "wanker" so near the word "cool" with no use of the word "NOT".

In response to Mr. YellowFlower's wardrobe advice, I have decided to respond here.


Casually for shopping, errands, etc., I wear mostly sweats and colored t-shirts.

Since I have been going to therapy daily, I've been wearing jeans with buttondown shirts.

My preferred dress is what I call "work casual": khakis and buttondown shirts.

Most of pants are Levis brand.
Most of my buttondowns are JA Bank, Polo or the like.


Even when I worked, I rarely had to dress.

I own no sports jacket at the moment. I don't like them.

My suits are tailor-made - stunning and impressive. They were made by a local of some renowned named Vihan. I get compliments every time I wear his suits. This is extremely impressive since many of you would feel it more accurate to refer to these suits as tents.

Vihan makes these quite impressive one-of-a-kind silk tie/handkerchief sets. I owned quite a few of these. Several were ruined when the ceiling of the small bedroom caved in during a rather violent Nor'easter.

My dress shirts are JA Bank or custom-made.

My shoes are shit. I fail to take proper care of really good ones, so I don't buy them. For me, I prefer comfort over style. So if I happen to find a comfortable shoe whose style appeals to me at a bargain, I get as many pairs of that style in that size as I can.

I only like black shoes.

My socks are from Costco [gold-toe]. I rarely wear underwear, but when I do it briefs [FotL or Casual Man's brand].

I only wear belts for formal occasions since I have a "belt phobia". When I was younger and got into many bar-type fights, I used to use opponent's belt as a handle to throw/control him. So, I would fear the same done to me. Now, it is an irrational fear since I haven't fought in years and years.





At the end of January, I had my hair cut and my beard removed after about 2 years or so of growth, I think.

My hair is cut fairly short now.
I am clean-shaven.

I'm a little concerned about the absence of underwear - don't your balls get tangled up?

I applaud your defensive maneouver with respect to the belt. I bet that bus driver would have beat your ass if she could have grabbed you by the belt!

That coward!!

She didn't even show for the "trial".

My lawyer tells me she got disciplined for giving false statements to the police - just a "memo" in her file, but it's something.



What would my balls get tangled up with??



They get squashed in briefs, and boxers makes me feel like I've got two pairs of pants on - I don't like that. I find that they itch less when "set free".

You just have to make sure you zip up or it could be a felony.

I was a vicious mother.

If I get brave I'll post a couple of pictures of me with my various Fu-Man-Chus, etc.

I was quite scary.
I still can be.
I have a booming scary voice and a psychotic death-stare.



I would beat up townies who came into our parties and anyone who molested our whores ... I mean our fair virtuous ladies!! Or correct any radical male bully behavior. Though most of it was of the "save a ho' from some asshole drunken bully" variety.


I liked hurting bad men.
Correct that.
I LOVED hurting bad men.

Little in my Unhappy Life has been as satisfying as hearing the crack of a bully's collarbone against a door post, the feel of it giving way, his surprised cries of pain & anguish, and that wide-eyed look of impending helplessness.






I LOVED IT.
FUCKING LOVED IT!

Anyone else wishing they lived in NJ so they could hang out in places with the mentally ill giant prone to sudden fits of violence?

Thought so.

Writing Therapy.
10 min exercise.

YES/NO

YES, she caught my eye,
But, NO she looked away.
YES, she walked nearby,
But, NO she did not stay.

And, YES, I chased her down.
And, YES, I asked her name.
And, NO, she did not frown.
And, NO, I played no "games".

And, YES, she slowly smiled.
And, YES, I bought us wine.
And, YES, we talked a while.
And, YES, her eyes did shine.

[inhale]

YES. It went too far too fast.
And, YES. It's over now.
NO. I could not make it last ...
... for I've forgotten how ...

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any real Jew would have taken that as a challenge to move forward and defeat any obsticle. - Scott Fayner on Luke Ford

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This rings quite true for me ...

Among the "benefits" I find in being raised Jew are:

* I am unfazed if I am against the tide of opinion - my whole religion is against the tide of common opinion.

* Since I am almost always in the minority, I am open to and value minority opinions. [Talmud study]

* I was taught to question authority. You want me to do/believe something, convince me. [Talmud study again]

* I believe that my moral code is something I have elected to live my and applies only to ME and should not be forced upon others. [In Judaism Jews have 613 "commandments to fulfill. We believe NON-JEWS HAVE ONLY 7!]


And, thus I believe that there are many paths equally as viable and valuable as my own.

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Do You Keep Up With High School Friends?

You don't really have time to bond with people in college because your studying or working. - Sergio/Chico

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I bonded very closely with people in college.
Part of that bonding was through studying.
I was best man for 2 guys I used to tutor/study with in college and I tutored "psych stat" for one of my other friends who is a dean of a SUNY college.


I didn't do any real "working" while I was in college.

I graded 2nd year calculus and intro prob/stat homework for the dept head [min wage, like $3/hour or less for 40 hours/month].

I typed papers [pre-PCs, obviously] [pizza & six for a paper ~$8-10 - I also corrected spelling and grammar]

I sold completed Fortran and COBOL programs. [$15-50]

I ref-ed HS football and intramurals. [HS I forget - not much, IM $3/game]

I also lucked out into selling many 1 oz silver ingots I bought at $5-7 for up to $35 when silver went absolutely FUCKING CRAZY!!


I was much in demand for tutoring computer programming [mostly COBOL]. Most of it I did for girls for free.

I also did all kinds of math tutoring and physics [which was my major for 3 years].

My REAL $$$$ I made $15-20/hour tutoring high school math in 1981-3 - which was prohibitive at the time. One of my students went from a 440 to 690 math on the SATs!! I only took 2 students per semester.






I'm thinking about becoming an inner-city math teacher when I get better if I can.

Just out of curiousity, using IAFD, of the pornstars whose scenes I currently collect or have collected for any reason at some in the recent past ... these are the ones with whom our friend Christian XXX has worked ...


Angel Long
Annette Schwarz
Ava Vincent
Cali Marie
Cherish
Courtney Simpson
Jezebelle Bond
Mia Rose
Monique Alexander
Nicole Sheridan
Sasha Grey
Sunny Lane
T.J. Hart
Teagan Presley

The same but this time for Brandon Iron:

Alana Evans
Anastasia Blue
Angel Long
Anna Belle
Annette Schwarz
Ashley Long
Austin O'Riley
Ava Rose
Bree Olson
Briana Banks
Britney Madison
Cailey Taylor
Cherry Poppens
Courtney Simpson
Dani Woodward
Fallon Sommers
Felix Vicious
Flick Shagwell
Gauge
Hailey Young
Holly Wellin
Kelli Tyler
Kelly Wells
Krysta-Lynn Lovely
Lea De Mae
Leah Luv
Molly Rome
Monica Sweetheart
Patricia Petite
Sasha Grey
Sierra Sinn
Sunny Lane
T.J. Hart

For Ryan Knox:

Kelly Wells.

For Bishop:

Kelly Wells.

She's rallied quite a bit.
She's settled into a slower pace.
She is still quite frail and thin.

She makes more demands to be petted.
She's happiest when she's sleeping with her daughter.
Age is a bitch.

She surprises me how she can get around without being able to see considering I'm always moving stuff.

Here are some girls on that list that I have worked with, that you forgot to mention:

Alana Evans
Anastasia Blue
Annette Schwarz
Courtney Simpson
Hailey Young
Holly Wellin
Kelly Wells
Leah Luv
Sierra Sinn

Note: IAFD Doesn't have all of their info together but they always work towards correcting info very well.

Props to IAFD.

Who was "nastier" Blue or Schwarz?

Schwarz but I just realized that I typed "Anastasia" Blue when I thought I was reading "Alektra" Blue. My mistake.

Cool.

Anastasia was a good fucking whore. Not the most beautiful by conventional standards, but cute enough and you got the impression the whore was down for anything.

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Should I...

Give it to the Make a Wish foundation so a couple of kids can have a final dream hurrah before a cruel God takes them from this plane way too soon?

Give it to Red Cross to help with the painfully slow Katrina recovery effort?


Give it to SOS Children to help treat and house African AIDS orphans.

Go the old fashion yet still highly commendable route and donate it to anyone of the hundreds of cancer charities?

Or should I give it to a derelict meatpuppet who played a role in killing a child and maiming the child's mother so his lawyers can do everything in their power to get him back on the streets?
------ Random on donating to the 'Pirate Defense Fund'

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I donated a bunch of stuff to Katrina.
I support Breast Cancer research since I think of it as a male equililent of losing part of your dick, and I like breasts.

Otherwise, if I don't know/like/care about the person I'm helping out, I generally don't give money/help.

Writing Therapy.
10 min exercise.

LOVE/HATE


LOVE obscures Emptiness.

LOVE is a vivid finely woven quilt
Which barely covers up a scabby, ever festering wound.

LOVE shines an array of brilliant colors
To distract the eye from
The bottomless, blank, bleak, blackness beneath.

Love is Blindness for the traps of Reality.
Love is Apology for the Scars of the Past.
Love is Denial of the Scars of the Future.
Love is the Malady of Hope in the face of Total Defeat.

Love is Danger.
Love is Pain.
Love is a Curse.
Love is a Poison.

I HATE LOVE!

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Who would care for the cats??

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you were getting a lil Plathlike there...

But as far as the cats go, your body would no doubt sustain them for a few weeks at least.

... which is why the cops/firemen used to come here every week or so when no one would see me going in or out ... "Cats Feast on Dead Owner" ... no one wants to deal with that kind of headline ...

The only people who will remember your passing will be the 8 to 10 guys who knock down the front of your apartment so they can arduously remove your body in a piano crate. The cats will forget about you long before they start feasting on your corpse or urinating and defecating on you precious belongings.

I weigh under 300lbs. It should likely take 2 - and no way more than 4 - of North Hudson's Bravest to carry me out. Those guys are fairly fit.

The cats can't get to my belongings. They are in the "treasure room" and they have no ability to unlock the door ... and even if it weren't locked, the cats aren't very bright ... you know how that can be ...


The main issue with finding me would be which foul odor would get the authorities to come first:

* The stench of my rotting corpse.
* The stench of unchanged litter boxes.