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The other guys in the first picture were angry with me for not doing drunk faces like they were, so I forced into doing it lmao. These pictures also show something that is VERY WRONG with me. There is product on my hair and cologne on my sweater... The middle one had cornered me in his apartment before we met up with the other guy and his friends at the bar... he put "Dirt" by some hair stylist dude thing in my hair, then pointed his cologne at me threateningly. I seriously considered jumping off of his bed and out his second story window.

If I'm not mistaken, the ass in her crotch belongs to him. Am I right? My friend finally uploaded the bar pictures. I'm two of them and I hate them both passionately. Plus, I thought I had shaved... but it doesn't look like it. Oh well. ^^If you look closely my eyes are very patriotic LOL ^^That's my drunk face, apparently. This is the first I've seen of that picture. It shouldn't need saying but I'm the pale one on the left lol.

Monster sized banana sticks, eh? lol

A quick death by dozens of handguns and shotguns, or a slow death by garroting wire?

A year? Please, it would funded indefinitely!

I don't know if I can do it, nor do I intend on finding out. I've heard that when you push it all of the way down (when erect), you risk not only hurting yourself but your fertility as well. Something to do with the blood-filled sacks that make erections possible getting damaged. Now, I heard this from one of my old roommates, and let's just say I take what he says with a very large grain of salt, but I'd rather not run the risk. That said, my mini-me has only 90* worth in its range of motion, lol.

I'll keep my ears open, lol. Jokes aside, I think what you need to do is ask him to just leave you alone for at least a little while. In that little while you should consider your feelings for him, his feelings for you as you perceive them (and remember that if he cheated once already, there's no telling that he wouldn't do it again) and decide how you two should proceed from there. Honestly, I think you should forget any notion of a romantic relationship. I think friendship is still in the cards, but you need to make it absolutely clear that there will be no intimate benefits, and be sure to tell him why that is. Tell him exactly how you felt when he said he cheated on you and following the sex from the other night. If he's compassionate at all, he'll understand and he'll give you the space you need and not try to "hook up" with you anymore. One last thing -- you need to control yourself. It takes two to have sex (sometimes three or four, but we won't discuss that until chapter 6 ), so I sincerely doubt that he was the only one going through the motions. I don't know how attached you are to him, but you need to be able to say "no" and make sure he knows that "no means no". OFF-TOPIC: W00t! I'm not the only NJ member anymore!

Careful what you wish for. Yay! I'm not the only one here who thinks so! I don't shave down there for two reasons. 1. Sharp objects around sensitive areas make me nervous. 2. As soon as the hair starts growing back, it'll be rugburn-city!

You know, I TOTALLY forgot that this was happening! Not like it mattered anyway, I couldn't have gone due to plane tickets being so expensive... and hotels being so expensive. Perhaps when you guys do this in the tri-state area I can make it, with gas being the only expense lol. Warming up for the event that occurred as soon as the camera was shut off? How dare you turn off that camera!

Eh, I don't plan on peeing in the bathroom sink unless there is no other alternative. My alternatives include peeing outside, which I have done.

Lol am I safe with Head and Shoulders shampoo (I have dandruff, sorta) and Old Spice body wash? Even if you say no I will continue using those lmao.

I already have one. *puts on naughty thinking cap* I just need someone to plug into my service port and give me a good tuning. You know, adjust the balance, raise the gain, try out a new filter or two... I know my harmonics are way off

I did as a kid, but not recently. Actually it's funny you should mention that -- I was in a craft store the other day looking for uber strong glue for my trunk project, when I came across the isle full of model car kits... I was SOOOO tempted to pick up a couple and get back into it. Maybe when I finish my summer classes in July lol.

That's the interesting thing though... he and I have been to three of these gatherings, and he hasn't chimed in on anything regarding women or relationships, even when just standing there and doing nothing.

That would have no affect on me. I've had people do that to me, and I just cut hard left (or right) and floor it passed them, letting my Flowmasters sing to them haha. Then there are the people who brake-check me, to which I reply by tailing them so hard they must be crying. The last time someone hit their brakes on me, they pissed off both me and the Super Duty behind me -- I cut hard left and floored it passed the idiot while the truck cut hard right and floored it through the ditch around him. Whatever he was trying to pull, failed, because he surely found himself with a nicely sized shit-stain on his seat. Jack: Well then, never mind. lol

Re-reading my post, it sounds very dirty LOL so I'm going to clarify. I wasn't laying behind him for sport -- the work we were doing on his car was replacing a critical gasket, which required intensive surgery and took all day, given a few setbacks and the fact that we were also installing new performance exhaust manifolds on another car (also an all-day affair) parked nose-to-nose with his. Anyway, once his engine was buttoned up, it was required to change the oil before running it, since it was taken apart to the point where coolant was guaranteed to mix with the oil. It was dark at this point, so he needed me to lay behind him on the ground and shine a light on the oil pan and oil filter so he could see what he was doing. I couldn't lay the other way since there were many many tools and car parts in the way. I just aimed the light and enjoyed myself hahaha. It sucks enough already that cute men throw my wish-dar in a frenzy... it's worse when the gay-dar goes off too since it's almost completely unreliable (has only worked thrice so far)!

I had a feeling that that's how you wore it.

This may come as a surprise, but shopping carts here are referred to as "shopping carts", or simply "carts" I always used to get into arguments with an English friend of mine. It was always about terms for the parts of a car. Hood versus bonnet, top versus hood, trunk versus boot, windshield versus windscreen, etc. Then there is their terminology for car classes, such as saloon instead of sedan. I would go bat-shit insane if I ever visited England and needed to shop for anything.

It's unwritten state law to tail the ever-living-shit out of people with out-of-state plates, then pass them and go real slow in front of them. It's a visit-NJ-deterrence device. Damn right! :king: If that was a threat, then you failed. I haven't read it, so I know nothing about it, therefore taking it away won't make any difference. So bite me! Agreed! He looks a lot cleaner. Actually that's how short I wanted to cut my hair a few weeks ago, but the girl who did it cut it waaay to short. Imma go bug my friend with pictures now...

We use hoagie and sub interchangeably, depending on where you get it. If you get it at deli, it's usually called a hoagie. If you get it at Sub Way, it's a sub. If however someone was to call it a "hero", they would be promptly shot. I've noticed a lot of people in the northeast referring to remote controls as "clickers". Doesn't matter what the thing is controlling remotely, it's called a clicker and it pisses me off every time. Also, a lot of people in South Jersey refer to Reese's Pieces as "Reesees Piecees" and that pisses me off even more! As for the ice box comment... when someone says ice box I immediately think of a cooler, not a refrigerator. I was born in Florida, by the way.

Go to Virami's in Flemington and order a cheesesteak. It's, dare I say, fabulous! (You'll never see or hear me use that word ever again, that's how good their cheesesteaks are.) In New Jersey, we know how to drive. In Pennsylvania, driver's licenses are given to monkeys. In New Jersey, we have no Amish. In Pennsylvania, the Amish rule the eastern sector. In New Jersey, we can afford two license plates. In Pennsylvania, you're given one blank plate, a box of crayons, and are told to have a ball. In New Jersey, we're better than everyone else! Lol actually I can't wait to get out of this crap-shack and away from its deplorable government.

There's a guy in my local car club who I'm kind of attracted to, and guess what? He has a moderate amount of hair on his arms and legs and I could see a bit of hair poking out over the collar of his shirt the other day. Though to be fair, his leg and arm hair was kinda blondish while the hair on his head and his slight stubble is plain brown. Let's just say I enjoyed laying on the ground behind him, watching him work on his motor. *sigh* The other guys there went on and on about screwing chicks and blowing loads on them (the chicks), but I noticed that he never chimed in... meh, he's probably like me in that he respects women, not like me in being gay. Oh well.

Two things bug me about Dimitris plan, which have already been mentioned. Instinct and Helen will recognize Dimitri. The other deputies will not. Both are bad for him. I'm curious to see what the plan is. I'm thinking he may be able to get rid of the deputy guarding the door, but the bikers at the other ranch will see it and alert the other bikers guarding the house. Then comes WWIII, especially if Dimitri rushes into the house and starts stabbing anything that moves.

Truer words were never spoken. In fact, you can find some good ones 20 minutes into Jersey, as well as at a few select points along the Shore. I think once you get outside of a 2-hour radius of Philly, cheesesteaks stop being cheesesteaks.

I passionately hate artificial smells. Especially AXE. Indeed, my worst experience of high school was also the best... the mens locker room! It was great seeing all the handsome young men disrobing in front of me, but then after class they'd break out the AXE body spray and I would run for cover. Unfortunately the teachers WOULD NOT let anyone leave the locker room before the bell rang, so I had stand in that shit-scent for several minutes each day. That said, I very much enjoy most natural scents. Specifically, the smell of clean skin. There's also that "sun baked" smell that I tend to like (on myself, anyway). That smell where if you don't shower on a particular morning, then the sun bakes whatever oils that have accumulated on your skin, then you walk inside and you can smell it on your face and forearms. I don't know, I just like it.