ME, D, AND HIV

[HermitParticipant]

Went to one of the hangouts last night. Was huggin’ on the little waitress. She showed me some pictures of herself on her cell phone. She is fukkin’ hot when she’s not in her waitress attire! Damn I’m glad she’s just my waitress and not my girlfriend. I’d be in for all kinds of heartbreak when things would inevitably go south.

I tell ya’, this single life is the cat’s pajamas. Hang out with the pretty girls, but never have to put up with the relationship bullschit. Life is wonderful.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Went to one of the hangouts last night. Was huggin’ on the little waitress. She showed me some pictures of herself on her cell phone. She is fukkin’ hot when she’s not in her waitress attire! Damn I’m glad she’s just my waitress and not my girlfriend. I’d be in for all kinds of heartbreak when things would inevitably go south.
I tell ya’, this single life is the cat’s pajamas. Hang out with the pretty girls, but never have to put up with the relationship bullschit. Life is wonderful.

Has she a full set of gnashers?
Careful, it seems you are frequenting that place a touch too much.
Do you think she dreams about you being young and slim, a high school sock Jim?

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Went to one of the hangouts last night. Was huggin’ on the little waitress. She showed me some pictures of herself on her cell phone. She is fukkin’ hot when she’s not in her waitress attire! Damn I’m glad she’s just my waitress and not my girlfriend. I’d be in for all kinds of heartbreak when things would inevitably go south.I tell ya’, this single life is the cat’s pajamas. Hang out with the pretty girls, but never have to put up with the relationship bullschit. Life is wonderful.

Has she a full set of gnashers?Careful, it seems you are frequenting that place a touch too much.Do you think she dreams about you being young and slim, a high school sock Jim?

She’s in her mid 20’s and retains yet her full dental set.

I go to the place once every week as I’ve done for years and how dare you lecture me, with your pathetic penchant for cheap, drugger whores?

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Went to one of the hangouts last night. Was huggin’ on the little waitress. She showed me some pictures of herself on her cell phone. She is fukkin’ hot when she’s not in her waitress attire! Damn I’m glad she’s just my waitress and not my girlfriend. I’d be in for all kinds of heartbreak when things would inevitably go south.I tell ya’, this single life is the cat’s pajamas. Hang out with the pretty girls, but never have to put up with the relationship bullschit. Life is wonderful.

Has she a full set of gnashers?Careful, it seems you are frequenting that place a touch too much.Do you think she dreams about you being young and slim, a high school sock Jim?

She’s in her mid 20’s and retains yet her full dental set.
I go to the place once every week as I’ve done for years and how dare you lecture me, with your pathetic penchant for cheap, drugger whores?

Merely words of advocation my dimensionally challenged friend.
Yeah, but my D had a dream about me!
I was however, clean-shaven as she wants a beta-male. With the lions mane I am a scary hairy bald monster in her current life. Clean-shaven in her fantasy life of which she will not and cannot attain.
No more D. That fateful day has arrived.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Listen well you Waldorf salad.
My D is going to contact me and we are going to be
Together for eternity!

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Went to one of the hangouts last night. Was huggin’ on the little waitress. She showed me some pictures of herself on her cell phone. She is fukkin’ hot when she’s not in her waitress attire! Damn I’m glad she’s just my waitress and not my girlfriend. I’d be in for all kinds of heartbreak when things would inevitably go south.I tell ya’, this single life is the cat’s pajamas. Hang out with the pretty girls, but never have to put up with the relationship bullschit. Life is wonderful.

Has she a full set of gnashers?Careful, it seems you are frequenting that place a touch too much.Do you think she dreams about you being young and slim, a high school sock Jim?

She’s in her mid 20’s and retains yet her full dental set.I go to the place once every week as I’ve done for years and how dare you lecture me, with your pathetic penchant for cheap, drugger whores?

Merely words of advocation my dimensionally challenged friend.Yeah, but my D had a dream about me!I was however, clean-shaven as she wants a beta-male. With the lions mane I am a scary hairy bald monster in her current life. Clean-shaven in her fantasy life of which she will not and cannot attain.No more D. That fateful day has arrived.

You pathetic clown, with your out of control emotions and your so called loneliness, I don’t give a schit what this b!tch dreams about. You see, unlike you, I can be around women and not fall to pieces hopelessly wanting to be in some stupid relationship with them. I just want to watch her ass when she walks and look down her shirt when she bends over and have a little fun talking to her briefly, very briefly. We share some food and laughs and then I happily go home alone and forget about her until the following week.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Listen well you Waldorf salad.My D is going to contact me and we are going to beTogether for eternity!

I hope so. At this point I’m rooting for your downfall. Drag your cretinous ass from filthy trollop to filthy trollop, pathetically begging them for affection, only to have them use you again and again, leaving you to cry in your stench filled little bedsit because you have resolved yourself to believe you are the unlovable one.

Be sure to take pictures as the story progresses and post them here for our amusement.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

I’m never lonely when I converse with a perverse in verse such as yourself.
If (God forbid) I reach your age, I do dearly hope I am not as acidic as you.

She is standing by the phone booth now, crackpipe in hand, the other on the knife in her tracksuit pocket.
Neurons sizzling, her synapses processing a 6ft 3 specimen who she yearns and aches to beseech into her widows lair.
She can’t, yet already has me.
The others look on in earnest…….

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

It is the hour of delight in blighty little Worm. Where lovers entwine inside the Proton. All without a rubber John.
Will I ever caress her bones again?
That is the question Shakespeare should’ve posed.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Listen well you Waldorf salad.My D is going to contact me and we are going to beTogether for eternity!

I hope so. At this point I’m rooting for your downfall. Drag your cretinous ass from filthy trollop to filthy trollop, pathetically begging them for affection, only to have them use you again and again, leaving you to cry in your stench filled little bedsit because you have resolved yourself to believe you are the unlovable one.
Be sure to take pictures as the story progresses and post them here for our amusement.

I will send you a Golden crackpipe and a soiled condom.
Address you fat mess?

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

I’m never lonely when I converse with a perverse in verse such as yourself.If (God forbid) I reach your age, I do dearly hope I am not as acidic as you.
She is standing by the phone booth now, crackpipe in hand, the other on the knife in her tracksuit pocket.Neurons sizzling, her synapses processing a 6ft 3 specimen who she yearns and aches to beseech her into the widows lair.She can’t, yet already has me.The others look on in earnest…….

My acidity is the product of living day to day around evil and stupid people. I want to be left alone and I don’t want anything expected of me. I mostly have a wonderful life. It’s those times however, when I am affected by the encroachment of unwanted people into my life, that sour my attitude and I get sick of it.

My own fault, I admit, for not better dealing with it. I have gotten better, but at times it comes in large waves. It only serves to eventually strengthen me nonetheless.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

I’m never lonely when I converse with a perverse in verse such as yourself.If (God forbid) I reach your age, I do dearly hope I am not as acidic as you.She is standing by the phone booth now, crackpipe in hand, the other on the knife in her tracksuit pocket.Neurons sizzling, her synapses processing a 6ft 3 specimen who she yearns and aches to beseech her into the widows lair.She can’t, yet already has me.The others look on in earnest…….

My acidity is the product of living day to day around evil and stupid people. I want to be left alone and I don’t want anything expected of me. I mostly have a wonderful life. It’s those times however, when I am affected by the encroachment of unwanted people into my life, that sour my attitude and I get sick of it.
My own fault, I admit, for not better dealing with it. I have gotten better, but at times it comes in large waves. It only serves to eventually strengthen me nonetheless.

by
Yes, you are soiled by life, I get it.
At your great age, the nanos are precious.
I wish I knew where you lived so I could give you a great big hug.
Trust me, it’s what you need.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

I’m never lonely when I converse with a perverse in verse such as yourself.If (God forbid) I reach your age, I do dearly hope I am not as acidic as you.She is standing by the phone booth now, crackpipe in hand, the other on the knife in her tracksuit pocket.Neurons sizzling, her synapses processing a 6ft 3 specimen who she yearns and aches to beseech her into the widows lair.She can’t, yet already has me.The others look on in earnest…….

My acidity is the product of living day to day around evil and stupid people. I want to be left alone and I don’t want anything expected of me. I mostly have a wonderful life. It’s those times however, when I am affected by the encroachment of unwanted people into my life, that sour my attitude and I get sick of it.My own fault, I admit, for not better dealing with it. I have gotten better, but at times it comes in large waves. It only serves to eventually strengthen me nonetheless.

byYes, you are soiled by life, I get it.At your great age, the nanos are precious.I wish I knew where you lived so I could give you a great big hug.Trust me, it’s what you need.

You are so fukked up in the head………….

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

I’m never lonely when I converse with a perverse in verse such as yourself.If (God forbid) I reach your age, I do dearly hope I am not as acidic as you.She is standing by the phone booth now, crackpipe in hand, the other on the knife in her tracksuit pocket.Neurons sizzling, her synapses processing a 6ft 3 specimen who she yearns and aches to beseech her into the widows lair.She can’t, yet already has me.The others look on in earnest…….

My acidity is the product of living day to day around evil and stupid people. I want to be left alone and I don’t want anything expected of me. I mostly have a wonderful life. It’s those times however, when I am affected by the encroachment of unwanted people into my life, that sour my attitude and I get sick of it.My own fault, I admit, for not better dealing with it. I have gotten better, but at times it comes in large waves. It only serves to eventually strengthen me nonetheless.

byYes, you are soiled by life, I get it.At your great age, the nanos are precious.I wish I knew where you lived so I could give you a great big hug.Trust me, it’s what you need.

You are so fukked up in the head………….

The problem I find with most people, is they ain’t got a fackin scoob.
You are not the exception.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

The problem I find with most people, is they ain’t got a fackin scoob.You are not the exception.

Yes……..it’s everyone else’s problem…………not yours………..

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Branched offParticipant 10928]

Evening gents. Good to see you both on such good form.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[HermitParticipant]

Branched off wrote:

Evening gents. Good to see you both on such good form.

Hello Branch.

I try to be nice to the trollop loving buffoon, but it only serves to bite me in the ass. He’s always been insane, but sometimes does a good job at pretending to be normal. He’ll not pull the wool over my eyes again. He’s probably been posting all this schit from the dayroom in the asylum.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

What you see, isnt always what you get…

The turtle goes back into his shell.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

The problem I find with most people, is they ain’t got a fackin scoob.You are not the exception.

Yes……..it’s everyone else’s problem…………not yours………..

You do dearly don’t want a problem with me. I’m the man(I don’t know what in).

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Branched off wrote:

Evening gents. Good to see you both on such good form.

I’m winning, as per usual.

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