brian10x

I just got a spanking from the moderator (Not saying I don't enjoy a good spanking) so from here on in, I will not be using any colorful language.

I love so far away as well.

I love exploring Gila bend. I dig abandoned places and weirdness. If I survive surgery, (Jan 27!!) I need to get back there. Most of my postings are bullshit, BTW.

I passed pysch with flying colors. I spoon fed her an epic level of bullshit. Or did you not see that in my personality yet? I have no friends. Surprised? Did you miss the post where I admitted as such?

It just got real. They are going to cut me up January 27.

My lawyer advised me not to comment.

I'm exploring all options. My friends are holding a special event this weekend to help me prepare. They claim its 100% effective if somewhat out of the mainstream. Some kind of consecration by the Luciferic Knights of Dusk. They swear to me it doesn't involve pagan sacrifice or strange rituals, but I have my doubts.

As I mentioned on another thread here, I'm going to sign a form to decline anesthesia. My holistic wiccan healer is giving me a potion of mineral water and a pinch of jasmine to help deal with any discomfort. I also have a special chant to drive away negative thoughts.

I think I have to sign a form. Can't possibly be more painful than having a broken piece of PCV pipe extracted from my rear end.

Automotive service advisor

Unfortunately , I offend a lot of people. If its not the body odor, then its my abrasive personality. I've been told I have the personality of 120 grit sandpaper. And I am in sales. Go figure. Oh, and I sincerely hope to lose my man boobs someday. And see my penis again.

Sounds really great! I'm looking forward to getting my old job back in the adult film industry!

Well, I wasn't talking about the boobs of women who have had surgery. I was only referring to my surgeon. I was hoping for a surgeon with big melons so that when she is bending over me I get an eyefull. It would certainly take my mind of the procedure and put me in a great mood. Even better if one of them accidentally brushes up against me. Does that make me a bad person?

Yeah, he works out of TMC. Did your friend survive?

My primary physician sent me to him. Ideally, I was looking for a bariactric surgeon who was female and hot with big boobs, but I'll settle for a guy with 3000 (successful?) surgeries.

Also, you can click on my name, it will send you to my profile. From there, there is a message icon at the top of the page.

My email is bsouza10x@gmail.com

Jeffery Monash

I don't have any family, and (as you can tell from my abrasive personality) my co-workers are already fighting over my estate. I'm tempted to just throw them the keys and the safe combination and have them fight it out (that would be fun) except for the car titles and 401K. I was thinking of making a lampshade from my old stomach. I wonder what that would cost?

I'm a bad, bad man. I think the picture of a man pretending to take a huge **** (but NOT actually performing said act) is inappropriate. Rude posts Obscenity, pornography and profanity. The following are examples of unacceptable content in photos: nudity Posts that contain derogatory references to sex, gender, ethnicity, religion, or sexual orientation, or endorsement of violence against any person or group, even if couched in humor. Don’t break the law

I can dream! You know, when you get to a certain age, you start to appreciate the simple things in life. Beautiful sunsets, the birds singing in the trees outside your window, warm happy puppies, the sweet dulcet tones of Rush Limbaugh, big shits, accurate firearms, and waking in the morning realizing you are , in fact, still above ground. For this I am thankful. If the good lord sees fit to continue the foot long shits, life will be perfect.

Also like to get back into competitive alligator wrestling again.

Too bad you are in Colorado, it might be fun to compete with someone with similar issues. I'd like to be able to squat again. While shooting. Not to mention the back pain. UUGH. Can't even stand for for than a couple minutes with a rifle.

It does feel like I'm slowly dying, and my body can't do the things my brain wants to do, like hiking, working on my cars, and (not to be too politically incorrect), competitive shooting.