Just Want To Tell You Guys Something

[Sweet Home Alabama]

Well from my experience how my underwear has ended up in some ones car is some girl I work with insist I shouldn't walk home tonight. I say oh the weathers not that bad I'll be fine. And eventually I give up on arguing about it. And then they suddenly make a detour and want to show me something.... And then opps in that isolated spot that burrito you knew was too old to eat gets it revenge. :P

Sounds like a deal breaker.....

 

[anotherbob]

Sounds like a deal breaker.....

yeah it's creepy when girls take you to isolated places and then look at you with this look of expectation. Like what do you want me to do? Can't you use words!? Yeah certain deal breaker, no reason to go into business with a lady or man that expects you to read between the lines. Or could just said you hit that nail right on the head.

 

[Sweet Home Alabama]

yeah it's creepy when girls take you to isolated places and then look at you with this look of expectation. Like what do you want me to do? Can't you use words!? Yeah certain deal breaker, no reason to go into business with a lady or man that expects you to read between the lines. Or could just said you hit that nail right on the head.

Some men already know what to do. No words necessary.

 

[macaroni]

I've been meaning to tell you guys something here for a while. No, it's not like when your wife shows up at work with a pair of underwear in a plastic bag that she found under the seat in the car. I have never had that experience but in a situation like that I can anticipate that I would feel very worried. What I want to tell you guys well it is difficult to say for me as I have a hard time expressing certain feelings. Let me start by giving you guys a bit of a back story. Well, I was sitting in my car the other day listening to Elton John, feeling rather emotional about what happened to him, I was smoking a bowl of Burley Rhapsody out of one of my Falcons. I was watching a bird sitting alone on a powerline. It was a frigid grey afternoon and the morning was spent trying to convince my district manager that investing in the installment of a bidet on our floor would boost productivity. Even after our two hour conversation he seemed reluctant to the idea. That bird looked so dang lonely but maybe I was projecting my own feelings onto him or her as it moved its head around, in that almost robotic way, that birds do. Grooming its feathers, I thought for a second "is grooming or pruning the correct word for this?" I got lost in my thoughts a bit and I recalled that day on the beach, I believe it was in El Kala but I cannot be sure. The sun was so hot, directly overhead, I recall staggering about that day in the blaring sun, parched yet, I still managed to have a bowl of Scirocco Latakia. Something happened to me that day but its story for another day, I only mention it as to create a bit of context although as I type this, I realize it might not serve to create the right amount of context as I am omitting a key details. Anyway, back to sitting in the car: I had the windows cracked and the vents of the heat and AC directed in a way that pushed the billowing smoke from my Falcon out of the car. The type of car I drive, it's nothing special, and I rather not mention at the moment the make and model. I will say that at the moment it has a thin layer of powdery white salt from the snow storm we had over the weekend. To say it's from the snow storm, I assume if you are reading this you will understand that I mean the white powdery salt is actually from the trucks that salt the roads due to the snow storm, not that the snow itself would leave such a film. That's what I was implying. I guess I should of been more specific, I do not want to create anymore confusion. Anyway, I just want to tell you guys that, you guys mean a lot to me.

Love your sharing, and your writing style and mind. Reading your post, I was with you in my mind. Lovely. Don't change a thing--just write more when you have a the time and the right moment in your spirit.
kindly
mike

 

[briarbuck]

seriously though you bring up one of my big pet peeves. The my real friends and my internet friends. As if the way you can get to know someone and become invested in their life is some how less of thing because you haven't shared meat space. The irony is often people online feel more comfortable opening up and there are friends I have that I never talked to more then a few times when we lived in the same town and went to school together or worked together. And it wasn't till internet conversations that they opened up enough to see who they are. Connections people make aren't predicated on physical contact or space but something more etheric and inside. I know that's not what you're saying. But I think it is appropriate. And I say to celebrate this post we say no to paragraph breaks for at least a whole week. Starting next week using this week to get as much practice in as we can. Cause if they can't handle a good stream of consciousness, that's their problem not ours! Oh and glad to have met you.

Very enjoyable read. Thanks for that, in sincerity. Still digesting what "shared meat space" is exactly...

 

[monty55]

Very enjoyable read. Thanks for that, in sincerity. Still digesting what "shared meat space" is exactly...

Was thinking the same thing

 

[brian64]

Still digesting what "shared meat space" is exactly...

I think it has something to do with supply chain shortages.

 

[cosmicfolklore]

MEATSPACE

 

[brian64]

MEATSPACE
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No, that would be space meat.

 

[woodsroad]

And the underwear you found in a bag in your vehicle please tell us you meant panties.

Yeah, what he said. Like, if you wear panties, that's OK with us. Really.

 

[PeterPipersPizza]

if you are reading this you will understand that I mean the white powdery salt is actually from the trucks that salt the roads due to the snow storm

After reading all that... I am sure that is not the white powdery substance you think it is. LOL

 

[SmokeRings79]

Initial post felt like the movie Inception, but without the fun of seeing a movie.

 

[didimauw]

I got through two pages. And after contributing to a lot of threads that the boss tends to close down, I'm just going to beat him to it.

My head is now spinning, but I wanted to thank whoever it was that started this thread. It will forever go down In history. I think.