Reply With QuoteAurora thought it upOriginally Posted by sunshine
Well gay men do give the best blowjobs, that's an established scientific fact.
take some kah!
Aurora thought it up
i drink it up!
I thought toothless women did.... like young toothless women.
Think up your own name. That one sucks.Aurora thought it up
says "sunshine"
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So much ****ing semen.
same here. just lost my job last week. fun times.
A good myth, but a myth nonetheless.
Take the horniness of a man + love of the cock and you have someone who must put a lot of time into blow jobs and, thus, be better than average at it.
My two cents: I say live in your parents closet until you have your own to come out of.
So much ****ing semen.
matt.....is there something you haven't told us yet?
i drink it up!
I have the best name on the boards.
I was born on April 6, 1981 in West Philadelphia, Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania. I lived in West Philly til I was 2. I still remember my first house fairly well. Then we moved to a neighborhood called "Northern Liberties" in northern central philly. At the time the place was straight ghetto, sorrounded on 3 sides by abandoned factories, and just down the block from a crack house. Our house cost $14,000, had no plumbing, no heat, no bathroom, and no kitchen. This was the place that I, too this day, most I identify as home, and the home which I have the fondest memories of. Funny how that works.
So my mom left, and got an apartment in New Jersey. She didn't see this as leaving my father when she did it, but that's what it was to him. They broke up not long after, but I still spent almost as much time at my dad's house as my mom's. He'd make the drive every other day to have me spend the evening with him. I went to school in New Jersey.
My dad fixed up the house (he's a carpenter, this was his intention all along), and it came out pretty nice. Still didn't have heat, but apart from that, it wasn't so rugged. The neighborhood was bad, and we got robbed a few times. There was a big arson problem too, and we had some cars burnt. But me I was a kid, and I was completely oblivious. All was well: the insurance covered us.
My dad remaried when I was 3. My mom met the man who was to become my stepfather when I was 7. He seemed nice enough at the time, and bought me crap to impress my mom. Then he got my mom knocked up, so they got a house, and eventually got married. Turns out my stepfather was an obsessive compulsive, emotionally stunted, abusive asshole who lived with his mother until he was 45, and things really went downhill from there. My mother isn't really right in the head either and between the two of them I just couldn't take it.
So from the time I was 9 until I was 11 I devoted all my energy to getting out of my mother's custody. At 11 she grudgingly handed me over to my father. I was accepted into Masterman, a school for the gifted in Philadelphia, but when my stepmother got pregnant, they opted to move to Jersey, and I never attended.
So then I ended up in Woodbury a little shit suburb about 5-10 miles outside of Philly. It's cute to look at, but I never adjusted all that well socially. I always had freinds, but never a real clique. My freinds rarely liked each other, nor did their freinds like me. I never liked the people in my high school, never went to dances, never dated a girl from my home town (Dated a few from nearby towns though, I wasn't completely alone throughout highschool). I started to make more and more long distance freinds. My dad was pretty lax about things like curfew, so overnight trips to new york were cool as long as I let him know before I left. I still have alot of these freinds (most of them orthodox jewish girls... don't ask).
I was a depressed teen, like so many. I spent most of my teenage years on various anti-depressants that didn't work. I eventually became really self-loathing and self destructive, and when I was 17, I turned to alcohol as my medium for self destruction. I quickly spun out of control, drinking sometimes 20 or so drinks a night, drinking all the time, just to get to sleep, going to school drunk... I was a mess. I indulged in other recreational drugs as well, but none of them fucked with me like alcohol (At least not in the addictive sense... I did have one really bad amphetamine overdose experience). I was bad to my freinds too. I still really hate who I was at this time, but what didn't kill me made me stronger.
I got sober at 18, and stayed that way for 2 or 3 years (I still only drink in small amounts, and only socially). When I finally managed to get the hang of sbriety, I found I had a much clearer image of myself and a renewed optimism. I've been pretty happy from then on. I graduated high school with the lowest GPA and the highest SATs in my graduating class. I went to Camden County College in Camden, NJ for a year where I maintained a 4.0 GPA and then transferred to Rutgers. CCC was cool, there were cool people there. It was a good year.
Coming to Rutgers was great. I made freinds easily freshman year (and have made frighteningly few since) and for the first time had a real clique of freinds I could hang out with as a group. My first year at Rutgers is probably the best year I've had. Sophomore was slightly worse, but still great. But the cracks were starting to show. Junior year one of my best freinds moved away to go live down south, and I became anti-social toward the end of the year. This year my freind moved back, and things were more or less like old times, and she and I are getting ready to move in together, and things have been pretty good overall, except the coherence of my little circle of freinds is quickly dissolving as we all near graduation. Kinda depressing, but inevitable.
Which brings us to the present. I guess I haven't had a very happy childhood, but I've been a happy adult. I really do have an indominable sense of optimism, and live a contented life.
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