Any good news ?

Any ?

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No. There never were and never will be. Go, leave while you can!

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Aww, how sweet! They finally found an adoption agency that accepts "those types?"

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My life long cocaine habbit is now costing me £3000 a day. I get constant headaches, and my imaginary friend tryed to kill me last night

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Dick

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Dick, you're not a dick.

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Hello Eden

Glad to see your doing well and entering CEGEP in a technical program. You'll no doubt find it too easy and probably think of switching into the 2 year preuniversity program. Time will tell.

I was glad to see Cindy post. Hope she comes around more often so we can get into the meat of things once again, with the absence of ego. That's what's refreshing with most women, you can communicate from the heart and not the little ego-mind. I've been making some good ground with my spiritual path even though i am meditating much less. It's possible to make most of your daily actions into meditative actions, with thoughtfullness and awareness of the moment. In such a way things take on deeper meanings than what they did in the past. The universe is unfolding in a most beautifull way.

Also, find the time to chill and be foolish in college, there's a lot to learn with such behaviour. But do it all from the heart and fock the ego.

dany


<font color=green>"Nothing is good or bad, it all has to do with intentions!"</font color=green>

Hello

I don't beleive we've met. Let me introduce myself. My name is dany and i'm canadian, married and father of 3 lovely daughters. i live near Ottawa and work as a water treatment technician.

I would pay more attention to the underlying causes to your addiction. As for your imaginary frined, well, in a similar situation i was told from an undisputable source that nothing out there can harm what you are in essence.

dany

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That's just too much zp. I did two 12 hour shifts in a row but that was the most and it was against company rules, but had i to doo another 12 i would have sleap through most of it and that's the problem...then who do you beleive gets the blame if something goes drastically wrong? Anyway, those days are over *cross my fingers* i'm now on cosy 8 to 4 shifts 5 days a week with no overtime and weekends always free. hihi eat your heart out ..so to speak

<font color=green>"Nothing is good or bad, it all has to do with intentions!"</font color=green>

Did you work 36 hours straight? How?

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Not for whatever you are hunting .

Yes, the week off is awesome although the kids are in school so you can't actually take off with the family anywere. Night shifts are hell too. It all balances out in the end.

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Hey Dany,

I'm definitely staying in my technic. I love it. My problem is with the general courses. Damn French 103 with the MEQ exam at the end!
Passing that would definitely remove a lot of my worries. It's one of the biggest collegial hurdles in order to get a DEC.

And switching to a pre-u program would mean going into sciences or arts, which I have no interest in, especially for the former.
Don't get me wrong, arts and sciences are fun, but they're not what I want to get into at all, for my future.
I'm doing what I like now, and it's fun. And I can still get into university afterwards.
It's getting harder now though, with more multimedia programming, and it isn't the best term too, with mostly textual material. Thank god we have graphic design and visual classes here and there, to keep us sane and happy.

In other news, yes Cindy-Lou's appearance was most surprising! I missed her, and there she pops up. But it seems she's leaving again for a long time. I loved her presence though, fun woman for a forum full of ricocheting hormones.

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Then Ned's last name would be head, right?

Gort, Klaatu nicto barada...Patricia Neal

Have you tried the barbless hooks...they make it easier to get the acorns on and easier to remove the hook. Of course sometimes the squirrel will just swallow it too deep. You have to set the hook quickly because if you wait they sometimes bury the bait.

Gort, Klaatu nicto barada...Patricia Neal

<b>Have you tried the barbless hooks...they make it easier to get the acorns on and easier to remove the hook.</b>

You know, I never thought of that. I'll give that a shot this weekend. We're heading up to Golden Gate park in SF. Not the biggest squirrels, but the looks on peoples faces when you're reeling in a screamer is priceless. People in SF sure are a jealous lot though. I get called a lot of names. You know, there's so many squirrels up there and a decent rod/reel don't cost much, you'd think they'd just go buy a setup for themselves rather than scream profanities out of jealousy at me. Some people are just plain stupid.

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There's actual squirrel hunting?!

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You can hunt squirrel anytime.

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In all those years, did you ever catch/land/mount any?

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What he means to say is, any worth bragging about.


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Yours?

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Well, most of us have heard about one that was NOT worth bragging about, except from a bravery standpoint.

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Yeah, like I didn't know that answer. You may have to tell Rich about the jungle.

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Link up with the jungle story. I'd like to read that bush tale again.

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Just for Zpyrd, dug up from a dusty corner of the Polls....

1994, late summer, weekend pass (again) so a few of us head out for local entertainment. Not much doing, but we hear motorbikes and music in the distance. Intruiged, we ask a native and it traspires that it's the local speedway track. So off we go, pay the admission and promptly hit the bar and watch mad men race on bikes with no brakes.

A few pints in, I need a piss and wander off in search of the gents. Walking along the terracing, I notice a not-unattractive, voluptuous woman watching me. Well, curious, I check her out and think not bad. Might move on her later. But onto the most pressing issue, namely my bladder.

2 minutes, and 10lbs lighter, I'm walking back the way I came, only this time making a mental note to check this woman out properly, and it starts to rain. Absolutely pissing down. Don't mind though, rain doesn't bother me, so I continue walking the way I came and I see her, underneath the stand, out of the rain. I'm now thinking she's not bad. Admittedly no stunner, but she looks to have a nice bod and I'm feeling familiar stirrings in the trouser department, so I move over towards her. She turns round so she's facing me and then I see something that very nearly made me blow my stack in my jeans there and then. The sudden downpour had caught everyone by suprise, and she was soaked, not suprisingly. But what made a trouser tent was the fact that she absolutelty enourmous nipples protuding through her now tight fitting t-shirt, that showed off the shape of her breasts superbly and highlighted the massive struggle her bra was having keeping those puppies at bay.

Well, now it's love. OK, not love, but, phwoar, f**k me! But I can't make a move 'cause I've got a huge boner and I need to wait for it to subside. About 5 of the longest minutes of my life pass by before she moves in the direction of the bar on the opposite side of the track. Strange, but I follow at discreet distance, although close enough to see he nicely rounded bum in her jeans. Stirrings again.

I walk into the bar and stand next to her as she orders her drink. She looks at me with some of the deepest, innocent yet at the same time filthy eyes I've ever seen. I'm transfixed. 100% her slave. I buy her a drink and she admitted that she deliberately walked to the bar furthest away to see if I followed. I said she had caught my eye earlier in the evening, and she said it was because I was looking at her tits! Slight blushing and start to look at the floor, feel like a schoolboy again. She extends a hand, cups my chin and moves her hand so I'm looking at her again and she said she didn't mind! Really? says I? Yes. They're nothing to be ashamed of and she was proud of them (PROUD!!!). Feeling new found confidence surge through me again, not to mention another stiffie, am certain that this sexually charged conversation is leading somewhere, casually mention that I followed her so I could see how nice her arse was (Actual truth, but thought comedy moment was in order). She laughed. Phew! So a couple of drinks in and we're getting on real well, and I still can't help looking at her massive breasts.

...Now, at this point, I have to say that she had the broadest west country accent. Absolute farmer material. Could have driven a tractor professionaly, it was that broad. Anyway, onwards and upwards...

We're still chatting in the bar and before we know it, the night has finished. Suddent silence ensues, before she casually mentions she lives about 5 minutes awayand would I care for another drink. Would I? Asking a soldier that! F**kin' too bloody right I do!

We get outside the ground and she pulls me to her and we start kissing. Feel large boner again, but, horrifyingly, she feels it too. While kissing, she grabs it and comments that he (adressing my peter) wants more than a drink. Blush again. She kisses me again and says "so do I". Bone bigger than ever at this point. She starts to walk off without me, turns and says "well, thought you were coming?" (Don't know how phrophetic that comment will be until later)

5 minutes to her place? My arse. 2 miles more like. Felt like I'd been tabbing on an exercise! But she was fit and seemed to enjoy the walk, and we enjoyed copious amounts of fondling and kissing along the way. Eventually make it to her flat. Slam door shut and just tear at each others clothes until I'm naked (except, bizarrely, for my socks!) and she has just her panties on. Off with the socks and throw her onto the bed, to open procedings with my resistance crushing, guaranteed pleasure tongueing. So I slowly ease her panties off to reveal.....

...more jungle than I'd seen in Belize. Jesus H Christ. You could have knitted a sweater, there was that much! And it was dark dense bush. I was scared I'd need a search party, but I carefully decided that, in time honoured fashion, I'm going in.

Within 30 seconds though, my carefuly crafted technique is meeting heavy resistance in the shape of her thorn bush like pubes, and their immense attraction to my mouth, and more importantly, my teeth. I'm constantly spitting the damn things out when, in a worrying devolpment, she grabs my head with her hands and grinds herself onto my face. F**king hell, thought I'd suffocate. After a few minutes of hair infested teeth and gagging for breath, decide to head for goal. And very nice it was too.

Although the wooly minge was still evident in my mouth (and for a fair few hours after), she's ramming her tongue in like there's no tomorrow and in the fella pops sans parachute (she told me she was on the pill and I beleived her like an arse) and away we go. Don't know whether the rain had made her wet down there but my god she was, so I'm off and running. Twenty minutes, several positions and one Lucinda orgasm later, I'm still going. Like the energizer bunny!

...Beer has either two effects on my dick. Either he's not up for action, or he has more staying power than you would believe. Tonight, he's going for the endurance record...

Thirty minutes. Forty minutes. more. At this point she thinks I am wonderful as another orgasm hits her, but the blatant truth is, I so desperately want to shoot my load, I'm concentrating so hard I though my head was going to explode. 5 minutes later, and Lucinda takes things over and begins to suck me off, and yep, it's pretty good. She speeds the motion up and I think I'm gonna fill her mouth and then...nothing. Gone. Bone still there, just no end product. 5 minutes of considerable sucking later and she gives up and asks why I can't? I don't know. She then lies back on the bed, quite tired, when she has a thought. Reaching over to the chest of drawers beside the bed, out comes a vibrator, and a large one at that. And then she starts to play with herself.

Needing no further cajolong, I start stroking furiously, and it does the trick, within 30 seconds I'm shooting all over her breasts and jungle. Satisfied, sleep soon follows, but only after she legs it to the bathroom to clean herself up.

I slept all the way through until morning, woke her up with a slip of the fingers and a tongue down her throat. Got her phone number, promised to call (yeah, right!) and headed for the door as she drifted back off to sleep. Strange thought occurred as I'm leaving to steal the panties she wore. Quickly grabbed them (they were very nice!) and I'm off into the early morning daylight.

And suddenly realise I haven't got an absolute bloody clue where I am.....

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