No Expression In My (Cha) Grin

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

There appears to be something askew in the synapses
Killing time or passing through?
Matters not of the punctilious
As I’ve always knew

I try and keep an even keel
But the Metatarsals still press
I don’t need to peel the layers
As it’s something I feel
Yet unable to address

I’ve always lived on the edge
Never betting a hedge
Sobriety is one thing I couldn’t forever pledge

When will I learn?
Twice bitten
Yet still I try at every turn

The current delight of the night
Caressed the heart-burn
Yet still I yearn to return smitten

My moral compass headed south
As I go down with my mouth
To her opening with stealth

There is no rubber
Only flesh
Fused as one mesh

It’s a risk
But did I pass the test?

[Branched offParticipant 10929]

There is a strange almost Catholic guilt in you Colin. You express guilt for doing what you want to do, repent a little but not enough to stop you doing it again because in the end, after your satisfying self flagellating confession you will both forgive yourself and blame yourself again as you know in your heart your repentance is incomplete and you will relapse.

Why also the obsession with rubbers? The fact that you stress their absence suggests an importance?

You do enjoy puzzling us Colin and to an extent I am drawn in.

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

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Branched off wrote:

There is a strange almost Catholic guilt in you Colin. You express guilt for doing what you want to do, repent a little but not enough to stop you doing it again because in the end, after your satisfying self flagellating confession you will both forgive yourself and blame yourself again as you know in your heart your repentance is incomplete and you will relapse.
Why also the obsession with rubbers? The fact that you stress their absence suggests an importance?
You do enjoy puzzling us Colin and to an extent I am drawn in.

Tis the Irish in me. Place the blame on Grandma who had an affair with a Belfast man.
Is there not a need to wear a rubber when straddling pros? I have emptied my ginger tea-bags up 5 of them now(over a 6year period). How many more can I do without getting something?

No Grey areas with me, what you see is what you get.

I am a soiled specimen in need of affection. Due to my low self-esteem, I try and find it with fellow f*ck-ups. Even they don’t want me!

I will try my upmost to not go and see D again. There is no hope for us.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

I’ve now spoken direct with the Combover Islander himself. Contrary to some peoples misinterpretation of poems and dark humor, Combover is not a gay or anything of the sort. The dude is a hardnose roughneck type. He also lives frugally than most here.

I say to you Colin, do not give up on the quest. We are all in a phase right now. Uncertain about everything, our lives, our finances, even this website.

The mystery is, What new leaf will turn over tomorrow? It seems tomorrow is the same as yesterday and that it never ends. But I have seen things change very rapidly.
Everything around is in constant unpredictable flux but YOU and I must remain steady and uncorrupted by it all.

Its raining today…

[Gravel PitParticipant]

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Gravel Pit wrote:

I’ve now spoken direct with the Combover Islander himself. Contrary to some peoples misinterpretation of poems and dark humor, Combover is not a gay or anything of the sort. The dude is a hardnose roughneck type. He also lives frugally than most here.
I say to you Colin, do not give up on the quest. We are all in a phase right now. Uncertain about everything, our lives, our finances, even this website.
The mystery is what new leaf will turn over tomorrow. It seems tomorrow is the same as yesterday and that is never ends. But I have seem things change very rapidly. Everything around is in constant unpredictable flux but YOU and I must remain steady and uncorrupted by it all.
Its raining but there is bursts of light inside us all.

Was a pleasure to put voice to words that will be repeated in the near future.
I would like to be Gay, but only in the original form of the word.
Thanks for the kind feedback, have a productive afternoon.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

A man goes to the doctor and says “I’ve got a problem, I have 5 penises.”
The doctor says “Wow, how do your pants fit?”

He replies, “Like a glove.”

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Gravel Pit wrote:

A man goes to the doctor and says “I’ve got a problem, I have 5 penises.”The doctor says “Wow, how do your pants fit?”
He replies, “Like a glove.”

Mines the left one.

[HermitParticipant]

Gravel Pit wrote:

I’ve now spoken direct with the Combover Islander himself. Contrary to some peoples misinterpretation of poems and dark humor, Combover is not a gay or anything of the sort. The dude is a hardnose roughneck type. He also lives frugally than most here.
I say to you Colin, do not give up on the quest. We are all in a phase right now. Uncertain about everything, our lives, our finances, even this website.
The mystery is, What new leaf will turn over tomorrow? It seems tomorrow is the same as yesterday and that it never ends. But I have seen things change very rapidly.Everything around is in constant unpredictable flux but YOU and I must remain steady and uncorrupted by it all.
Its raining today…

Did you motherfukkers talk about me? I have a brand new out the front automatic knife and I’m itching to stab someone who talks about me.

I’ve always wanted one of these knives for as long as I can remember. It was expensive but on sale so I couldn’t resist.

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:

Gravel Pit wrote:

I’ve now spoken direct with the Combover Islander himself. Contrary to some peoples misinterpretation of poems and dark humor, Combover is not a gay or anything of the sort. The dude is a hardnose roughneck type. He also lives frugally than most here.I say to you Colin, do not give up on the quest. We are all in a phase right now. Uncertain about everything, our lives, our finances, even this website.The mystery is what new leaf will turn over tomorrow. It seems tomorrow is the same as yesterday and that is never ends. But I have seem things change very rapidly. Everything around is in constant unpredictable flux but YOU and I must remain steady and uncorrupted by it all.Its raining but there is bursts of light inside us all.

Was a pleasure to put voice to words that will be repeated in the near future.I would like to be Gay, but only in the original form of the word.Thanks for the kind feedback, have a productive afternoon.

Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to use that innocent word as a label for queers?

So what did you and Brad talk about, how you both want to come visit me at my little hideaway and smoke cigars and drink brandy by the fire in my back yard?

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:

Gravel Pit wrote:

I’ve now spoken direct with the Combover Islander himself. Contrary to some peoples misinterpretation of poems and dark humor, Combover is not a gay or anything of the sort. The dude is a hardnose roughneck type. He also lives frugally than most here.I say to you Colin, do not give up on the quest. We are all in a phase right now. Uncertain about everything, our lives, our finances, even this website.The mystery is what new leaf will turn over tomorrow. It seems tomorrow is the same as yesterday and that is never ends. But I have seem things change very rapidly. Everything around is in constant unpredictable flux but YOU and I must remain steady and uncorrupted by it all.Its raining but there is bursts of light inside us all.

Was a pleasure to put voice to words that will be repeated in the near future.I would like to be Gay, but only in the original form of the word.Thanks for the kind feedback, have a productive afternoon.

Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to use that innocent word as a label for queers?
So what did you and Brad talk about, how you both want to come visit me at my little hideaway and smoke cigars and drink brandy by the fire in my back yard?

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

You didn’t even entertain our thoughts, you’re that insignifc*nt!

We actually did mention you briefly. Me having a hearty chuckle at you being so scared at divulging your address/phone number. Mickey and Brad can now testify that I am a STRAIGHT white masculine male.

You and your weapons. Mine are natural and are at the end of these 16inch organically grown arms.

I am serious as regards to visiting you trans goons. Be fun to chill and reminisce of good days gone by…..although mines a whisky, please.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

You didn’t even entertain our thoughts, you’re that insignifc*nt!
We actually did mention you briefly. Me having a hearty chuckle at you being so scared at divulging your address/phone number. Mickey and Brad can now testify that I am a STRAIGHT white masculine male.
You and your weapons. Mine are natural and are at the end of these 16inch organically grown arms.
I am serious as regards to visiting you trans goons. Be fun to chill and reminisce of good days gone by…..although mines a whisky, please.

Ok, I’ll concede that maybe you’re not a f@g, but only knowing you from what you type on this screen still gives me cause for apprehension. Just because I’m weird myself doesn’t mean I want to hang around other creepy weirdos.

I don’t keep whisky at my house. If you come visit me, your choices will be beer, wine, brandy, mezcal, or gin. I will occasionally drink bourbon, but not enough to make space for it in my liquor cabinet.

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:You didn’t even entertain our thoughts, you’re that insignifc*nt!We actually did mention you briefly. Me having a hearty chuckle at you being so scared at divulging your address/phone number. Mickey and Brad can now testify that I am a STRAIGHT

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

You didn’t even entertain our thoughts, you’re that insignifc*nt!We actually did mention you briefly. Me having a hearty chuckle at you being so scared at divulging your address/phone number. Mickey and Brad can now testify that I am a STRAIGHT white masculine male.You and your weapons. Mine are natural and are at the end of these 16inch organically grown arms.I am serious as regards to visiting you trans goons. Be fun to chill and reminisce of good days gone by…..although mines a whisky, please.

Ok, I’ll concede that maybe you’re not a f@g, but only knowing you from what you type on this screen still gives me cause for apprehension. Just because I’m weird myself doesn’t mean I want to hang around other creepy weirdos.
I don’t keep whisky at my house. If you come visit me, your choices will be beer, wine, brandy, mezcal, or gin. I will occasionally drink bourbon, but not enough to make space for it in my liquor cabinet.

Did you know, “f~~” is slang here for cigarettes?
I love women too much, hence why I fall quickly for them.
Ale or wine sounds good. How far is Dallas from Kansas?

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Did you know, “f~~” is slang here for cigarettes?I love women too much, hence why I fall quickly for them.Ale or wine sounds good. How far is Dallas from Kansas?

Yes, it has many meanings.

400 miles, or 7 hours.

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]

A 7hour drive for Brad and a 7hour flight for me.
Gives you ample time to cook us some tumbleweed soup and Armadillo pie.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

A 7hour drive for Brad and a 7hour flight for me.Gives you ample time to cook us some tumbleweed soup and Armadillo pie.

That’s just to get from England to New York. You’d still have almost 3 hours flight time to get to my state and then a few more hours driving time to get to where I live. The armadillo would be all dry and chewy and the tumbleweed soup would be ice cold. If you’ll both be visiting, you’d be better off taking the nonstop to Dallas and driving up with Brad. Geez, I’ve never flown commercial in my life and even I can figure out that schit, you buffoon.

If you’re coming all this way anyway, bring us a couple of those cheap British whores, or at least that one that has taken control of your life. I’d gladly pay her for a suck.

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 10929]

Oh no don’t get him done for trafficking innocent women! Who knows what benefits that might bring his tart and what felonies he could be convicted off for taking a whore on a working holiday.

If Colin is putting the whore on tour, he could let me vet her first. I actually don’t want to pay any whore to do anything for me (I haven’t done that for over a decade since I realised that I like my money more than I like shooting my load in a rubber bag inside an over used slut). But I would like to see him with her. I have a curiosity to understand things and I have never met a whore in a non professional capacity and it would be interesting just to see what she thought (drugs, money, security, phone, bitching, f~~s, booze and sausage rolls in that order I suspect but you never know I could be surprised).

Are our whores cheaper than your whores then? Is Britain still competitive in some area?

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

[Gravel PitParticipant]

Hermit wrote:

So what did you and Brad talk about, how you both want to come visit me at my little hideaway and smoke cigars and drink brandy by the fire in my back yard?

We mentioned you and had a good laugh, remarking on how guarded you are and how you love guns. Nothing but love for ya buddy.

Id be down for some cigars. Would love brandy too but too afraid of relapsing. Id have to stick to hot coco. LOL

It would be cool to shoot off a few guns but I reckon you dont do that on your property, you go to the range which makes sense.

In any event, I dont much leave Dallas. I may be taking a little trip to Denver in about a month to help a buddy move some furniture though.

Have a good day gentlemen. Keep it interesting out there

[HermitParticipant]

Branched off wrote:

Oh no don’t get him done for trafficking innocent women! Who knows what benefits that might bring his tart and what felonies he could be convicted off for taking a whore on a working holiday.
If Colin is putting the whore on tour, he could let me vet her first. I actually don’t want to pay any whore to do anything for me (I haven’t done that for over a decade since I realised that I like my money more than I like shooting my load in a rubber bag inside an over used slut). But I would like to see him with her. I have a curiosity to understand things and I have never met a whore in a non professional capacity and it would be interesting just to see what she thought (drugs, money, security, phone, bitching, f~~s, booze and sausage rolls in that order I suspect but you never know I could be surprised).
Are our whores cheaper than your whores then? Is Britain still competitive in some area?

I’ve no idea, as the only time in my life I ever paid for sex was in my early 20’s. She sucked me off for a bottle of vodka. Fair trade I think.

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.

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