I think I look better nude, I also dress like a boss.
[QUOTE=Satansick;44180477]I think I look better nude, I also dress like a boss.[/QUOTE]
I'm quite the opposite (at least imo)
I can dress well and look good with clothes on but clothes off i just look fat and hairy :v:
I... I'm a 20 year old man and I've never masturbated in my life.
I know you probably won't believe me.
[QUOTE=Loadingue;44182795]I... I'm a 20 year old man and I've never masturbated in my life.
I know you probably won't believe me. Not even my friends do. Not even my parents would.[/QUOTE]
You told your parents you never masturbated?
No, that's why I said "would". They wouldn't believe I've never done it.
(I snipped that though)
[editline]9th March 2014[/editline]
Erm... is it something common? Having never masturbated, I mean.
I have flexible eyes.
I can make them vibrate really quickly and I can move one inwards whilst keeping the other straight. I'm currently learning to make one stay inwards and the other move OUTwards. Its possible, but very difficult.
[QUOTE=Loadingue;44182880]
Erm... is it something common? Having never masturbated, I mean.[/QUOTE]
No. Very, very no. I hope you talked to a doctor about this.
I have an insane love for food and cooking, Not overboard but its making me fat.
Not sure if it fits in here, but whatever.
This isn't just a thing about me, but the whole household.
In 2001 I (6 at the time) moved with my family to a house in the country. It was old, big and had stood there since 1950. The guy who owned it got too old to preserve it, and decided to sell it. We bought it because we needed a bigger place than the small apartment we lived in for five years, as there were no room for three people, let alone [I]four[/I]. '
Anyways, my dad begun extensive renovations, and was more or less done with the vitals in 2003. Though the house was habitable, it lacked general luxury.
The house was, however, old and me being young and dumb thought that it was haunted, something which my mother reassured me it [I]wasn't.[/I] I could hear sounds and they'd say it was because of the house being old. My sister also complained about noises, and she insisted she even heard her name at times. My parents told her it was her mind playing tricks.
However, a few weeks ago my mother confirmed that it wasn't just our imagination. [I]The house was indeed haunted.[/I] She just didn't want to startle us.
The guy who owned the house have lived there ever since he was born, and had two older uncles living with him. One of the got lung cancer and died sometime in 1980, and the other passed away due to shit health in the late 90's. None of them died in the house, not even close. But they were bound to this place, as they helped set it up, and spent most of their days inside it, especially in the upper and lower kitchens. And that's why they decided to haunt this place.
And looking back, it was obvious something was going on.
My sister had a heart deformity. A vein was tighter than usual, and she required a heart surgery in order to open it up so that her blood could flow normally. She was ill most of the time. She told my mom that she always felt watched, and that she could hear someone whisper her name now and then. Sounds really clichè, I know. But when my mom in 2009 got in touch with a psychic she knew through a friend of hers, she learned that there was indeed someone watching over my sis. She could tell that the guy who died of lung cancer was more or less watching her (breaking a few lighbulbs in the process, that asshole). He was the guy who whispered her name now and then, and creeped around her and caused the noises.
The reason for him watching over her was because of her deformed heart, but why he was so obsessed with it, we don't know.
Another thing about him was that he was a heavy breather, because he smoked a lot (which caused the lung cancer in the first place). When my mom was alone in the kitchen, she could feel that someone was breathing heavily, and that someone was bothered by her presence. His presence was often felt in the lower and upper kitchen (the upper which has been redone into my current bedroom) and the stairs. My mom said that she had never ever felt so creeped out in her life, and we're talking about a woman who have had a stalker on her ass once.
She wasn't the only one who felt his presence. Once, a friend of her came to visit. She's a full blown atheist, even today. But when they sat on the couch, sipping Pepsi and discussing the latest episode of some drama show, the friend froze up, turning completely white. My mom asked if there was something wrong, and she silently told her that someone was standing behind her. The friend was staring at some pictures hung up on the wall, and she said that in the reflection, she saw a man standing casually behind her. And then she took off, as she didn't feel so good.
The other guy wasn't all that active, but he was still present. Apparently, he hated dogs because Fabian, a Whippet we had at the time, was for some reason acting as if he was scolded. He could bark at nothing, only to quickly back off and whimper like if he had been beaten. Same happened to a chihuahua (my mom is a chihuahua breeder), but in her case it happened rarely.
A friend of my dad, who is called "Beb" could see stuff. Like, see ghosts. He didn't look the type to be psychic, as he wasn't eccentric or anything, he was just a chubby guy with a wife and son and a passion for football and cars. When my dad told him about the house, he got curious, and soon admitted that he had the ability to see stuff, but he neglected it because he didn't feel it was his kind of thing. Dad asked if he wanted to come over and have a look, and he accepted. Bringing his wife, he was instructed to go upstairs and check every room and every corner and see if he felt anything. While he did that, my parents told his wife about all that we had experienced, and when he came down, he nearly repeated what had been told. He said he saw two guys, both whom roamed the upper kitchen turned bedroom, and that they looked like complete shit. He said that he got their attention, and that they tried to communicate with him, but that he didn't know how to talk to ghost so he more or less ignored them. He said that they often looked disgruntled when they for some reason begun doing smoking gestures around the kitchen and my sister's bedroom. He assumed they weren't happy with my dad's renovations. Assholes.
He didn't want to go down to the lower kitchen. He could stay inside for like three minutes and then begin feel uncomfortable, almost as if he wasn't wanted there. So that's that, really.
There was a lot of other things, like cold spots, feelings of being watched and lights that went out. Once, the whole house smelled like if several artists gathered inside it and decided to take a 5-minute cigarette break. That's when my parents had enough, and my mom called the psychic mentioned earlier. At one point, she offered to cleanse the house [I]through the phone[/I]. So my mom called her one night in 2010, was instructed to leave the phone on the table, and do her stuff while the psychic did hers. Half an hour later, she could hear the psychic calling for her, and she told my mom that the house was cleansed, and that the house would be completely "ghost-busted" in the course of a few months.
I personally had never experienced anything paranormal except the noises, the cigarette smells and this one time when I was awake, toying with a DS I borrowed from a friend. When I looked at my computer desk (and the memories of it still vivid today) I saw a man [I]squatting[/I] under the desk, doing smoking gestures. I fucking ran out of the room like a pedophile in the park and came crying down to my mom, telling her what I saw. She dismissed it as my imagination, and it could have been if it weren't for the fact that it corresponded to what my mom told me a few weeks back about the ghosts.
So idk, I'm usually skeptical about the paranormal despite my interest in it, but after my mom told me all this? It sure as hell explained some things. I doubt you'll believe me, and I'll assume you won't. I can assure you, however, that the psychic mentioned a couple of times here did not get paid for her services, as she already was busy with running a kindergarten.
Anyways, that's my "fun fact". [B]Sorry for the long read.[/B]
My tongue is so long that I can rim somebody while I'm deepthoating them
One of my pet rats has colored her tail blue on multiple occasions
I made my own buttplug cat tail
I talk to cleverbot more than I do with actual humans...
I think its leaving its mark, I can never stay on topic
I've never seen snow.
I've had over ten fractures. All in my nose. It's destroyed all the pain receptors in my face. I take punches like a brick wall with mild occasional bleeding.
[QUOTE=Teracotta;44187123]I've had over ten fractures. All in my nose. It's destroyed all the pain receptors in my face. I take punches like a brick wall with mild occasional bleeding.[/QUOTE]
You should become a boxer or an MMA fighter and be a badass.
[QUOTE=ThatSwordGuy;44187264]You should become a boxer or an MMA fighter and be a badass.[/QUOTE]
I've actually had the state title for my age rank and weight for judo, jiu jitsu, and tae kwon do something like seven years ago. Ended up not doing much after that. Never officially fought anyone after that so I guess I still technically have the titles.
[QUOTE=Teracotta;44187397]I've actually had the state title for my age rank and weight for judo, jiu jitsu, and tae kwon do something like seven years ago. Ended up not doing much after that. Never officially fought anyone after that so I guess I still technically have the titles.[/QUOTE]
weight class?
[QUOTE=Ganix565;44187965]weight class?[/QUOTE]
Back then I was probably 90's to 100. Martial arts tournaments split it differently compared to boxing or wrestling.
I've always wanted to do things like kick boxing but (fun fact incoming) i've always been terrified of hurting someone. I have like, hugely strong and massive legs and every one has always played them up, talking about how I could kick semis and shit so I feel like i'd hurt someone. Kinda self conscious about them, actually, as much as I like them.
[QUOTE=DeVotchKa;44188456]I've always wanted to do things like kick boxing but (fun fact incoming) i've always been terrified of hurting someone. I have like, hugely strong and massive legs and every one has always played them up, talking about how I could kick semis and shit so I feel like i'd hurt someone. Kinda self conscious about them, actually, as much as I like them.[/QUOTE]
Cool name, like his work.
Physically hitting something is a great way to blow off steam. No need for it to be a person. Just use it as an excuse to hit the gym or punching bag. Nothing wrong with being big. If you really wanna do some fighting just go into tae kwon do. They'll pad you up and let you socker bopper for a good five minutes. Great for cardio work.
[QUOTE=Hat-Wearing Man;44125767]My spirit form is a walrus.[/QUOTE]
no
I can remember music in my head, like it is playing for real. Feel like Quagmire, but without the STD's i hope...
[video=youtube;GZ8kI35kWFU]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZ8kI35kWFU[/video]
I have overdeveloped canines, and dragons are the only thing i can draw without panicking in front of a blank canvas.
[QUOTE=Drake Fazuku;44189540]I have overdeveloped canines[/QUOTE]
That sounds pretty metal
pics pls
[QUOTE=Fatfatfatty;44172734]I am really afraid of getting into fights because I am not exactly a figther and I am also a huge pussy so I would probably start crying and humiliate myself.[/QUOTE]
I'm the exact opposite of this. I know fightings bad and I hate it, but there's this charm for the adrenaline burst for when you're in a fight, and I know how to keep a crowd excited.
Few days ago actually I got in a fight with some random guy on the street, he kept getting pissed off at me for ''looking smug''. So he decided to throw a punch which I didn't see coming.
Then it started, I grabbed him and flung him out of the tram, onto the street. He gets up and starts saying how he's gonna fuck me up and everything. So there's this massive crowd, and everybody keeps trying to stop the fight but some of the guy's friends kept telling them to watch him beat up a little faggot kid. Blood pumping, nose bleeding and I'm so ready for this. Take off my jacket and everything.
He instantly tries to go for my face, but I dodge it by just moving my head to the right. I followed that with a few straight punches to the lower abdomen to punch him in the kidneys so he'd just fall over and that this would be over. Doesn't work, so I end up just uppercutting him in the face and hook to follow. He falls over then, but still no bleeding. Crowds going absolute crazy over this, everybody cheering either his name or my name.
The guy goes FUCKING APESHIT, he starts screaming, rips his shirt off and tries to tackle me onto a wall and beat the shit out of me, I throw another hook and he falls right onto his back, he's not even trying to get back up at this point. Crowds yelling for me to finish it, so I pick him up by his arms and fling him back into the tram.
shit was fun
I was born with a hole in my heart and during my first year of life I just stop breathing several times scaring the crap outta my mother.
[QUOTE=GentlemanLexi;44190432]
shit was fun[/QUOTE]
did you pull a half nelson
I'm rich.
I am funny but only on accident. I have gotten involved in the most ridiculous situations you can imagine
I have been stranded on an island before for 3 days, at least thats the coolest I can make it sound. When I was young my family went out camping on a small land mass on the middle of a river nearby, boat dies when we get there. We already had the supplies to make it the 3 days so we waited and got a ride from some family member out.
I may be related to John Browning.
I own two rats.
I lived less than 2 miles from south park studios for almost 13 years and didn't know until I moved to Arizona.
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