My wife still kids me that on our first date, at the end of the date (she was wearing a low cut shirt), she asked me what color her shoes were, and I answered honestly, sorry, never got lower than your boobs. Been married 38 years now.
Since making this post did you at least read a few posts down on the first page to see that he meant actual flipflops that you wear on your feet were on the actual table that food is eaten from or did you simply not read that far? Then again after reading your post again, maybe you didn't read the OP at all, just the title, the image and straight into fap mode?
You got nowhere if you haven't figured out that you falling for your your own unconsciously held opinions is who you are on a very regular basis. You dance in the clouds because you don't want to see the mud on your feet. You have been shamed so much you've lost a sense of humility. Self confrontation is a bitch that heals and few there will be who have the wisdom or the strength to tell you. Good luck.And now that I'm in on it... I have an appreciation for it... Took a heartbeat or several but I got there.
Shes like the Trump of Anandtech, she has people making excuses for her, and she admits to nothing when shes wrong, but she dopes come up with some pretty interesting "reasons" as to why.To be fair, she did read the entire post. She just misinterpreted "flipflops" as a slang for boobs instead of actual flipflops on the table.
Shes like the Trump of Anandtech, she has people making excuses for her, and she admits to nothing when shes wrong, but she dopes come up with some pretty interesting "reasons" as to why.
You got nowhere if you haven't figured out that you falling for your your own unconsciously held opinions is who you are on a very regular basis. You dance in the clouds because you don't want to see the mud on your feet. You have been shamed so much you've lost a sense of humility. Self confrontation is a bitch that heals and few there will be who have the wisdom or the strength to tell you. Good luck.
And don't forget, the only difference between you and me is that I may have had to eat more self pride more than you have. I have less to hide and less reason to dance. Well maybe, anyway but I'm not the one who matters here.
LOL Me?Are you two done yet? I reread the thread again, I fail to see her crimes and she did in fact backtrack once the dime dropped.
Moonie; you may want to reflect on why you are getting off on ganging up and telling her off.
My wife still kids me that on our first date, at the end of the date (she was wearing a low cut shirt), she asked me what color her shoes were, and I answered honestly, sorry, never got lower than your boobs. Been married 38 years now.
Et tu, Brute? I’m talking about her feet on the table while you see only her breasts. Her crimes aren’t just here against Amused against whom anybody with an ounce of intuition and two brain cells paying attention would have immediately suspected their buttons were being triggered, but that she consistently does the same things to others in thread after thread. She demeans her own humanity, thereby, and so I tell her so because I’m probably the only real friend she has here. I’m your friend too so I hope this straightens you out.Are you two done yet? I reread the thread again, I fail to see her crimes and she did in fact backtrack once the dime dropped.
Moonie; you may want to reflect on why you are getting off on ganging up and telling her off.
Et tu, Brute? I’m talking about her feet on the table while you see only her breasts. Her crimes aren’t just here against Amused against whom anybody with an ounce of intuition and two brain cells paying attention would have immediately suspected their buttons were being triggered, but that she consistently does the same things to others in thread after thread. She demeans her own humanity, thereby, and so I tell her so because I’m probably the only real friend she has here. I’m your friend too so I hope this straightens you out.
Many a melted snowflake becomes a dew drop.
And don’t forget that the filthiest of swine, if that is what you fear I am saying, are beauty itself in the eyes of the Swine King.
Oh, my Beloved, wherever I look, it appears to be Thou.
See how she sings to me? She refuses to apologize to me because I am stupid. If that’s not love I don’t know what is.
Occasional angry personal excesses aside (for which I, too, am oft guilty), I love Younigue. You can feel the living, breathing person behind the words. I'm more than sure Moonie does, too. But here, and in his previous post, that starry-eyed sage really brings the wood and nails her to the cross.Et tu, Brute? I’m talking about her feet on the table while you see only her breasts. Her crimes aren’t just here against Amused against whom anybody with an ounce of intuition and two brain cells paying attention would have immediately suspected their buttons were being triggered, but that she consistently does the same things to others in thread after thread. She demeans her own humanity, thereby, and so I tell her so because I’m probably the only real friend she has here. I’m your friend too so I hope this straightens you out.
Many a melted snowflake becomes a dew drop.
And don’t forget that the filthiest of swine, if that is what you fear I am saying, are beauty itself in the eyes of the Swine King.
Oh, my Beloved, wherever I look, it appears to be Thou.
See how she sings to me? She refuses to apologize to me because I am stupid. If that’s not love I don’t know what is.
Occasional angry personal excesses aside (for which I, too, am oft guilty), I love Younigue. You can feel the living, breathing person behind the words. I'm more than sure Moonie does, too. But here, and in his previous post, that starry-eyed sage really brings the wood and nails her to the cross.
After reading the all too intimate back and forth in these last couple of 20 post pages, I strangely find myself with an importune erection that just won't quit. Down boy! Down, I say, down!
When y'all exhaust yourselves with these lovers quarrels, won't each and every one of you please pause for a moment and take the time to thank Amused for making this all . . . possible?
I'm nominating this for BEST . . . P&N . . . THREAD . . . EVAR!
Agreed.After reading the all too intimate back and forth in these last couple of 20 post pages, I strangely find myself with an importune erection that just won't quit. Down boy! Down, I say, down!
When y'all exhaust yourselves with these lovers quarrels, won't each and every one of you please pause for a moment and take the time to thank Amused for making this all . . . possible?
I'm nominating this for BEST . . . P&N . . . THREAD . . . EVAR!
love you too Perk!Occasional angry personal excesses aside (for which I, too, am oft guilty), I love Younigue. You can feel the living, breathing person behind the words. I'm more than sure Moonie does, too. But here, and in his previous post, that starry-eyed sage really brings the wood and nails her to the cross.
Here is where my actual oblivious nature kicks in though because I don't feel nailed even in the slightest... I'm not even walking funny.Occasional angry personal excesses aside (for which I, too, am oft guilty), I love Younigue. You can feel the living, breathing person behind the words. I'm more than sure Moonie does, too. But here, and in his previous post, that starry-eyed sage really brings the wood and nails her to the cross.
Moonie never panders, just to "make friends." Moonie always brings his truth. He lets those chips fall where they may.Here is where my actual oblivious nature kicks in though because I don't feel nailed even in the slightest... I'm not even walking funny.
It's got me feeling a bit let down about what Moonie's bringing to the party. Loose fittin' jeans I presume and a cross all dressed up and no where to go. In my opinion he really knows how to let a date down. But hey when/if he's ever done rubbing it down I won't get a single splinter if he ever manages to nail me and I notice.
How's that saying go? A good polish makes for good lovin'? <--- as far as I know I just made that up but I think it should be a keeper.
Indeed.Moonie never panders, just to "make friends." Moonie always brings his truth. He lets those chips fall where they may.
The way I see it, in a thread about misdirection, we can’t take occasional angry personal excesses and put them aside. In a thread about misdirection that is not acceptable to me. What I see is a person who went straight to angry excess at Amused and blamed it on being on vacation.Occasional angry personal excesses aside (for which I, too, am oft guilty), I love Younigue. You can feel the living, breathing person behind the words. I'm more than sure Moonie does, too. But here, and in his previous post, that starry-eyed sage really brings the wood and nails her to the cross.
After reading the all too intimate back and forth in these last couple of 20 post pages, I strangely find myself with an importune erection that just won't quit. Down boy! Down, I say, down!
When y'all exhaust yourselves with these lovers quarrels, won't each and every one of you please pause for a moment and take the time to thank Amused for making this all . . . possible?
I'm nominating this for BEST . . . P&N . . . THREAD . . . EVAR!
So about this lover's quarrel... I've barely engaged SNC or Moonie. I'm beginning to wonder whatchu all consider foreplay to be. They haven't even slightly warned me up.