KillTheCan.org Accountability Forum
Community => Introductions => Topic started by: Smokeyg on March 11, 2009, 02:09:00 AM
-
A couple of weeks ago I decided to leave this site and not post up until day 300 of my quit. I felt like I needed a break and "the announcement" gave me the perfect opportunity to make a scene and create a situation where I had to stay away to keep my integrity. That was bullshit. The truth is, I was having a hard time and I was feeling aggressive in my day to day life. Blaming this site was easy. My enormous online penis equalled a cocky persona in real life. I kicked a guy in the knee during a soccer game and I immediately realized I had gone off the deep end. Some guy called me "angry" soon after and I squeezed his balls as hard as I could and immediately subbed myself off the field. He was right.
Anyways, over the last few weeks I have visited the site and read some new and old Hall of Fame speeches along with some Introduction section posts. I couldn't bring myself to log-in as Smokeyg because then people would know that I had visted the site. My awesomeness would be diminished in some way. I was a martyr, fighting for the freedom of all....Whatever.
I read Greg's HOF speech and saw his shout out. I saw Theo's avatar message. I read Scooterscum's speech and revisited Samsdad's HOF speech. All reminded me that I still play a part in many people's quits and that my absence was selfish. You son's o' bitches made me log on 5 days sooner than I had planned. Actually, all you son's o' bitches made me log on 5 days sooner than I planned. I need support in my quit. I have built real relationships with many people on this site - especially my August brothers.
When I logged on this evening to post roll with the Bamfers, I saw that I had 16 personal messages. I made it through about number 5 before I started tearing up. At about message 10 I was full on crying. No one said anything super special or uber gay, but the support that this site showed during my absence, even though it was a dipshit absence, really hit home with me. Two people on this website have my e-mail address and new phone number. Neither of them contacted me. They knew I needed my space. BBJ sought out my phone number and texted me. He knew I needed support. I have never felt so much love. My time away has made the "internet personas" real to me. You are all a real part of my life and I need you to keep my quit. I thought I could make it without you but the bitch came back. I came nowhere near to caving, but I damn well thought about it. Recent HOFers....stick around, eh?
Admins - no hard feelings on my part. I know that "announcement" wasn't completely directed towards me. I am a blow-hard and chose to use that as a way to create some accountability for myself to stay away for a while. I didn't mean insult your decision in any way. Actually, at the moment, I did. But, I needed that time off to remember the big picture of what this site is all about. Shit, I even had the thought that Chewless Jim orchestrated the whole fucking thing on my behalf. Either way, CJ, thanks for paying attention to what I wasn't able to admit to myself.
I always regretted not setting up an introduction page to bitch and brag about my quit. Now I have one. Feel free to stop by anytime. Bitches.
Dave - 295+
-
I thought I could fix the brake pads on my mountain bike this evening. I was wrong. Why does everything mechanical I touch turn to shit? Fuck me in the daddy hole. At least now I can stimulate my local bike mechanic's economy.
296
-
Smokey,
Damn glad to see ya back and great introduction!!! This site works wonders no matter whether your on day 1 or closing in on 300. We all need help in our quits no matter where we are at in them. I appreciate what you wrote in your introduction. In your own weird way you are vital to this forum. THis forum is supposed to be a place for quitters to come to and rage and bitch, however, a lot of us don't have a lot of experience with actually speaking our mind. It takes a while to get comfortable conversing on this forum and pouring on the bullshit. I think alot of what you posted really helped alot of quitters forget about the difficulty of their quit and distract their mind for a few minutes. Did some of it go over the line? Probably, but the majority was worthy of being posted and read by others. Glad to have you back, stick around this time, control your anger, help support us and in return we will help support you! All for one, one for all!!!!! 'Cheers'
-
Been raining all fucking day, but I got a ton of shit done. Even let the bike mechanic bleed my brakes while I went to the dog park during the one 30 minute dry spell today. Last day in the 200's - EVER!
Next stop one year!!!
299
-
Lookin goo Smokes
-
Got my centennial blumpkin this morning. Good stuff indeed.
300
-
Did you ever appologize to the guy who's balls you squeezed?
-
Did you ever appologize to the guy who's balls you squeezed?
A very good question. Thanks for asking.
No, I most certainly did not apologize to the guy whose balls I sqeezed. He was furious and refused to shake hands with our team after the game. Everyone else shook my hand after the game with an air of suspicion. "What the hell is wrong with this guy?" I would have liked to have had the opportunity to apologize. Who knows, perhaps destiny will allow our paths to cross in the future.
Anyways, I hope that doesn't make me gay or anything. I didn't hold on any longer than absolutely necessary and my touch could not be classified as a caress. I kept my hand outside his shorts and broke off eye contact prior to that awkward moment we all know so well. If anything, it was a manly ball squeeze.
301
-
Did you ever appologize to the guy who's balls you squeezed?
A very good question. Thanks for asking.
No, I most certainly did not apologize to the guy whose balls I sqeezed. He was furious and refused to shake hands with our team after the game. Everyone else shook my hand after the game with an air of suspicion. "What the hell is wrong with this guy?" I would have liked to have had the opportunity to apologize. Who knows, perhaps destiny will allow our paths to cross in the future.
Anyways, I hope that doesn't make me gay or anything. I didn't hold on any longer than absolutely necessary and my touch could not be classified as a caress. I kept my hand outside his shorts and broke off eye contact prior to that awkward moment we all know so well. If anything, it was a manly ball squeeze.
301
LOL - oop ack! Damn you Smokey, I have inspirated my gum! 'crackup'
-
For whatever reason, I have been waking up in the mornings with that old familiar tingle in my lower lip the last couple of days. That momentary yearning pre-dumP throb from my previous life. I click my heels under the covers and whisper in my wife's ear: "There's no place like quit. There's no place like quit." She thinks I'm fucking insane but that's what marriage is all about. The throbbing subsides to a steady numbness and soon it has passed. I am ready to shit while I brush my teeth and insert my contact lenses. Such multi-tasking would have been unadvisable 303 days ago. Now I can shout it from the rooftops.
There's no place like quit! THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE QUIT!!
302
-
Orange posted a new day 1 today. It seems like he's the first person to return after a cave recently. It seems like people are still caving, but not manning up and returning again.
Wait a minute....
"manning up and returning again"
No, no, no. FUCK YOU ORANGE you spineless non BAMFer. Or maybe - THANK YOU ORANGE for providing me with a weaker example to help build my own strength. I often forget how amazing my quit is when I don't see weaker people give up on themselves for a while. That's one of the reasons I must stay around here - to see people fail. I am not you. I am quit. I will not make excuses for myself or settle for a year of quit and call it good. I will not demeen myself by turning back to the can. I am better than that and I am better than you. So, FUCK YOU ORANGE for shitting on this quit community. And THANK YOU ORANGE for reminding me of what I will never be again - a person lacking integrity and conviction.
I am quit. Fuck the rest.
303
-
I had a realization today after spending all morning on this website.
Every time I read of someone caving, I get fired up. It feeds my addiction to this website. If you fuckers would keep that shit out of your mouth, I could go on living my life successfully. When you cave, you are simply feeding my addictive personality and forcing me to waste hours and hours on this website. If for no other reason, you should stay quit just to shut me up.
Also, I stayed up until about 2am last night jigging and drinking. I woke up at 6am and did absolutely nothing at school today. I proctored a state test in the morning and showed a movie to my seniors afterwards. It was a Keanu Reeves movie (Little Buddha), so I had to keep the laptop on my lap to hide my raging manhood.
All in all, it was a recipe for disaster. Cavers, drinking, jigging, not sleeping, Keanu Reeves haunting me. Tomorrow will be better.
-
Call me a faggy Mcfaggerson all you want, but...
today was THE best day in Seattle sports history over the past 30 years.
UW Huskies dominate Miss St. in the NCAA tournament.
Seattle Sounders manhandle the NY Red Bulls in front of an inaugural fan base of 33,000 plus.
Damn, we need a championship in something. Anyfuckingthing.
-
Call me a faggy Mcfaggerson all you want, but...
today was THE best day in Seattle sports history over the past 30 years.
UW Huskies dominate Miss St. in the NCAA tournament.
Seattle Sounders manhandle the NY Red Bulls in front of an inaugural fan base of 33,000 plus.
Damn, we need a championship in something. Anyfuckingthing.
Nice game by the Sounders. My kid is big on soccer Under 10 top team in our Club. We watch all the games we can. The Beautiful Game. Go Rapids!! There is nothing wrong with being a fag- just keep your hands off the kids.
-
Call me a faggy Mcfaggerson all you want, but...
today was THE best day in Seattle sports history over the past 30 years.
UW Huskies dominate Miss St. in the NCAA tournament.
Seattle Sounders manhandle the NY Red Bulls in front of an inaugural fan base of 33,000 plus.
Damn, we need a championship in something. Anyfuckingthing.
faggy mcfaggerson 'mrt'
-
smokey I really like your new aviatar. thanks for the expainations it all makes since now. you are a great support.
-
Smokey your a dicknoodler?
Let me know if ya need anymore help. :lol:
-
Hey you fuckin' faggy dicknoodling McFaggerson
-
Smokey your a dicknoodler?
Let me know if ya need anymore help. :lol:
What the fuck is a dicknoodler? You make a habit of sticking your hands into underwater caves hoping a 40 lb cock magically grabs hold of your fist? Sweet Jesus. Take a long look in the mirror and repeat after me: "It's not my fault. God just made me this way."
Dicknoodler? Disgusting.
-
Hey you fuckin' faggy dicknoodling McFaggerson
So, let me get this straight...being a faggy dicknoodler automatically makes me Scotish? That's racism. That's what that is.
-
Smokey your a dicknoodler?
Let me know if ya need anymore help. :lol:
What the fuck is a dicknoodler? You make a habit of sticking your hands into underwater caves hoping a 40 lb cock magically grabs hold of your fist? Sweet Jesus. Take a long look in the mirror and repeat after me: "It's not my fault. God just made me this way."
Dicknoodler? Disgusting.
whatever...your the one reading this filth :lol:
-
Hey you fuckin' faggy dicknoodling McFaggerson
So, let me get this straight...being a faggy dicknoodler automatically makes me Scotish? That's racism. That's what that is.
Nope, sorry, there's nothing "straight" about you. The fact you enjoy sex with other men makes you faggy. The manner in which you patrol gay bars and fitness centers looking for you next unsuspecting victim makes you a dicknoodler. Oh, and Scottish isn't a race, it's a nationality, making you retarded.
Oh, by the way...
Good morning Smokey
-
Hey you fuckin' faggy dicknoodling McFaggerson
So, let me get this straight...being a faggy dicknoodler automatically makes me Scotish? That's racism. That's what that is.
Nope, sorry, there's nothing "straight" about you. The fact you enjoy sex with other men makes you faggy. The manner in which you patrol gay bars and fitness centers looking for you next unsuspecting victim makes you a dicknoodler. Oh, and Scottish isn't a race, it's a nationality, making you retarded.
Oh, by the way...
Good morning Smokey
Just because I have sex with men does not mean I enjoy it. You assume too much.
I patrol gay bars and fitness centers in a very respectful manner. There's nothing dicknoodlish about being respectful.
You're right about Scotish being a nationality. Race does not exist at all. We all belong to the human race. The fact that you did not point that fact out is racism. That's what that is.
-
Call me a faggy Mcfaggerson all you want
faggy Mcfaggerson
-
Call me a faggy Mcfaggerson all you want
faggy Mcfaggerson
faggy Mcfaggerson
-
Call me a faggy Mcfaggerson all you want
faggy Mcfaggerson
faggy Mcfaggerson
faggy Mcfaggerson
-
Hey you fuckin' faggy dicknoodling McFaggerson
So, let me get this straight...being a faggy dicknoodler automatically makes me Scotish? That's racism. That's what that is.
Nope, sorry, there's nothing "straight" about you. The fact you enjoy sex with other men makes you faggy. The manner in which you patrol gay bars and fitness centers looking for you next unsuspecting victim makes you a dicknoodler. Oh, and Scottish isn't a race, it's a nationality, making you retarded.
Oh, by the way...
Good morning Smokey
Just because I have sex with men does not mean I enjoy it. You assume too much.
I patrol gay bars and fitness centers in a very respectful manner. There's nothing dicknoodlish about being respectful.
You're right about Scotish being a nationality. Race does not exist at all. We all belong to the human race. The fact that you did not point that fact out is racism. That's what that is.
Well, fuck my ass I'm racist.
-
Hey you fuckin' faggy dicknoodling McFaggerson
So, let me get this straight...being a faggy dicknoodler automatically makes me Scotish? That's racism. That's what that is.
Nope, sorry, there's nothing "straight" about you. The fact you enjoy sex with other men makes you faggy. The manner in which you patrol gay bars and fitness centers looking for you next unsuspecting victim makes you a dicknoodler. Oh, and Scottish isn't a race, it's a nationality, making you retarded.
Oh, by the way...
Good morning Smokey
Just because I have sex with men does not mean I enjoy it. You assume too much.
I patrol gay bars and fitness centers in a very respectful manner. There's nothing dicknoodlish about being respectful.
You're right about Scotish being a nationality. Race does not exist at all. We all belong to the human race. The fact that you did not point that fact out is racism. That's what that is.
Well, fuck my ass I'm racist.
Will do, but I certainly won't enjoy it....
-
Hey you fuckin' faggy dicknoodling McFaggerson
So, let me get this straight...being a faggy dicknoodler automatically makes me Scotish? That's racism. That's what that is.
Nope, sorry, there's nothing "straight" about you. The fact you enjoy sex with other men makes you faggy. The manner in which you patrol gay bars and fitness centers looking for you next unsuspecting victim makes you a dicknoodler. Oh, and Scottish isn't a race, it's a nationality, making you retarded.
Oh, by the way...
Good morning Smokey
Just because I have sex with men does not mean I enjoy it. You assume too much.
I patrol gay bars and fitness centers in a very respectful manner. There's nothing dicknoodlish about being respectful.
You're right about Scotish being a nationality. Race does not exist at all. We all belong to the human race. The fact that you did not point that fact out is racism. That's what that is.
Well, fuck my ass I'm racist.
Will do, but I certainly won't enjoy it....
Wow, I guess the thought of some ass-humpin' got you quiet... Where you been today?
-
Hey, thanks for the shut the fuck up Donny (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3foXJfWlgoM), it meant a lot.
-
Hey smoke-stack... just came by to visit bro!! good shit you got in hrrrr. I speant the entire time laughing my balls off!! Hilarious stuff.
Now eat shit you pillow biter and have ur-self a super dooper homo day!!
WORD
Wildcat :ph43r:
-
Hey smoke-stack... just came by to visit bro!! good shit you got in hrrrr. I speant the entire time laughing my balls off!! Hilarious stuff.
Now eat shit you pillow biter and have ur-self a super dooper homo day!!
WORD
Wildcat :ph43r:
Wildcat, you ninja-gaiden wanna-be motherfucker. I will give you a sho-ryu-ken if you ever show your patent-leather face around here again.
'Finger' :ph43r:
-
I finally found a picture of Keanu Reeves naked! Click here! (http://www.smouch.net/lol/) (nsfw)
-
I finally found a picture of Keanu Reeves naked! Click here! (http://www.smouch.net/lol/) (nsfw)
Wow, Smokey!!! Keanu's penis is so beautiful and veiny. Thank you for finding this!!! I'm sure that your friends in May 09 will love this gorgeous, homo erotic photo!!
-
Hey smoke-stack... just came by to visit bro!! good shit you got in hrrrr. I speant the entire time laughing my balls off!! Hilarious stuff.
Now eat shit you pillow biter and have ur-self a super dooper homo day!!
WORD
Wildcat :ph43r:
Wildcat, you ninja-gaiden wanna-be motherfucker. I will give you a sho-ryu-ken if you ever show your patent-leather face around here again.
'Finger' :ph43r:
Smokey,
:ph43r: 'ninja2' 'nutkick'
Have a nice day,
:ph43r:
-
Hey smoke-stack... just came by to visit bro!! good shit you got in hrrrr. I speant the entire time laughing my balls off!! Hilarious stuff.
Now eat shit you pillow biter and have ur-self a super dooper homo day!!
WORD
Wildcat :ph43r:
Wildcat, you ninja-gaiden wanna-be motherfucker. I will give you a sho-ryu-ken if you ever show your patent-leather face around here again.
'Finger' :ph43r:
Smokey,
:ph43r: 'ninja2' 'nutkick'
Have a nice day,
:ph43r:
Nice New Green Dot Wildcat!!! 500! 'Finger' :ph43r:
-
Hey smoke-stack... just came by to visit bro!! good shit you got in hrrrr. I speant the entire time laughing my balls off!! Hilarious stuff.
Now eat shit you pillow biter and have ur-self a super dooper homo day!!
WORD
Wildcat :ph43r:
Wildcat, you ninja-gaiden wanna-be motherfucker. I will give you a sho-ryu-ken if you ever show your patent-leather face around here again.
'Finger' :ph43r:
Smokey,
:ph43r: 'ninja2' 'nutkick'
Have a nice day,
:ph43r:
Nice New Green Dot Wildcat!!! 500! 'Finger' :ph43r:
Dude, you noticed my new green dot!! I call it "cyber-bling" for all intents and purposes.
Man, I can't believe you and I got off on the wrong foot (actually, in retrospect I probably owe you an apology). Ur a good fucker man!! I kind of like ur punk ass (although not in the kind of way you would like me to like you, queer).
:ph43r:
-
Hey smoke-stack... just came by to visit bro!! good shit you got in hrrrr. I speant the entire time laughing my balls off!! Hilarious stuff.
Now eat shit you pillow biter and have ur-self a super dooper homo day!!
WORD
Wildcat :ph43r:
Wildcat, you ninja-gaiden wanna-be motherfucker. I will give you a sho-ryu-ken if you ever show your patent-leather face around here again.
'Finger' :ph43r:
Smokey,
:ph43r: 'ninja2' 'nutkick'
Have a nice day,
:ph43r:
Nice New Green Dot Wildcat!!! 500! 'Finger' :ph43r:
Dude, you noticed my new green dot!! I call it "cyber-bling" for all intents and purposes.
Man, I can't believe you and I got off on the wrong foot (actually, in retrospect I probably owe you an apology). Ur a good fucker man!! I kind of like ur punk ass (although not in the kind of way you would like me to like you, queer).
:ph43r:
Apologies are for pussies. Apologies are for ninja-gaiden wanna be motherfuckers.
'Finger' :ph43r: Apology accepted....
Good quittin'.
-
Hey smoke-stack... just came by to visit bro!! good shit you got in hrrrr. I speant the entire time laughing my balls off!! Hilarious stuff.
Now eat shit you pillow biter and have ur-self a super dooper homo day!!
WORD
Wildcat :ph43r:
Wildcat, you ninja-gaiden wanna-be motherfucker. I will give you a sho-ryu-ken if you ever show your patent-leather face around here again.
'Finger' :ph43r:
Smokey,
:ph43r: 'ninja2' 'nutkick'
Have a nice day,
:ph43r:
Nice New Green Dot Wildcat!!! 500! 'Finger' :ph43r:
Dude, you noticed my new green dot!! I call it "cyber-bling" for all intents and purposes.
Man, I can't believe you and I got off on the wrong foot (actually, in retrospect I probably owe you an apology). Ur a good fucker man!! I kind of like ur punk ass (although not in the kind of way you would like me to like you, queer).
:ph43r:
Apologies are for pussies. Apologies are for ninja-gaiden wanna be motherfuckers.
'Finger' :ph43r: Apology accepted....
Good quittin'.
Hey shit brick... if you read my post closely I said "i probably owe you an apology". I didn't actually apologize. Just wanted to clarify you know since you said apologies are for pussies and so forth 'arse' .
:ph43r: 'Finger'
-
I had my observation with my principal today and the 20 year old man-boy in my class said, "Ms. Principal, Mr. Green touches me inappropriately sometimes." And another girl said, "You too!?"
It was hot.
-
I had my observation with my principal today and the 20 year old man-boy in my class said, "Ms. Principal, Mr. Green touches me inappropriately sometimes." And another girl said, "You too!?"
It was hot.
that is despicable, can't you teach those turds to keep their fucking mouths shut?!? Did they mention they enjoyed it?
-
I had my observation with my principal today and the 20 year old man-boy in my class said, "Ms. Principal, Mr. Green touches me inappropriately sometimes."Â And another girl said, "You too!?"
It was hot.
that is despicable, can't you teach those turds to keep their fucking mouths shut?!? Did they mention they enjoyed it?
They don't have to tell me. I can feel it.
-
Hey smoke-stack... just came by to visit bro!! good shit you got in hrrrr. I speant the entire time laughing my balls off!! Hilarious stuff.
Now eat shit you pillow biter and have ur-self a super dooper homo day!!
WORD
Wildcat :ph43r:
Wildcat, you ninja-gaiden wanna-be motherfucker. I will give you a sho-ryu-ken if you ever show your patent-leather face around here again.
'Finger' :ph43r:
Smokey,
:ph43r: 'ninja2' 'nutkick'
Have a nice day,
:ph43r:
Nice New Green Dot Wildcat!!! 500! 'Finger' :ph43r:
Dude, you noticed my new green dot!! I call it "cyber-bling" for all intents and purposes.
Man, I can't believe you and I got off on the wrong foot (actually, in retrospect I probably owe you an apology). Ur a good fucker man!! I kind of like ur punk ass (although not in the kind of way you would like me to like you, queer).
:ph43r:
Apologies are for pussies. Apologies are for ninja-gaiden wanna be motherfuckers.
'Finger' :ph43r: Apology accepted....
Good quittin'.
Hey shit brick... if you read my post closely I said "i probably owe you an apology". I didn't actually apologize. Just wanted to clarify you know since you said apologies are for pussies and so forth 'arse' .
:ph43r: 'Finger'
Posting stuff in Smokey's den is like tormenting a cornered animal. It's going to lash out at you. You aren't going to like it. It's perfectly natural. So I'll just say this in advance: "Thank you sir, may I have another?"
'crackup'
-
I had my observation with my principal today and the 20 year old man-boy in my class said, "Ms. Principal, Mr. Green touches me inappropriately sometimes."Â And another girl said, "You too!?"
It was hot.
that is despicable, can't you teach those turds to keep their fucking mouths shut?!? Did they mention they enjoyed it?
They don't have to tell me. I can feel it.
I got busted listening to limp bizkit pulling into the parking lot today. It keeps me from ripping off stupid people's faces mother fuckers.
-
Spring break starts in 40 minutes.
It rained over an inch in Seattle yesterday. It will not rain during Spring break because Jesus loves me. This I know.
If it does rain, I'm going to blame it on May '09 and their raindancing antics. Goshdarn raindancing quitters.
Update: April 4th - Jesus Loves Me!
-
Spring break starts in 40 minutes.
It rained over an inch in Seattle yesterday. It will not rain during Spring break because Jesus loves me. This I know.
If it does rain, I'm going to blame it on May '09 and their raindancing antics. Goshdarn raindancing quitters.
Update: April 4th - Jesus Loves Me!
Have a good spring break homie!! :ph43r:
-
Update: April 4th - Jesus Loves Me!
Jesus may love you, but I think you and Wildcat are fags.
-
Sorry fellow quitters, but I've just got to get this off my chest....
I didn't set up this intro page for you to come here and call me names like "faggy mcfaggerson" "dicknoodler" "liono" and "tubesock rapist" (BTW - fuck you Greg. That was below the belt). This intro page is not a playground for your filthy minds. It's not a place to puff your cyberchest and take cheap shots at Smokeyg. Even strong men cry Mr. Jester...even strong men cry.
I realized this morning that this intro page should be a nest of love and acceptance. A place to shout your admiration and respect for fellow quitters who have paved the way for your own greatness. This intro page is now a page of love.
Fuck you Greg
Fuck you RoyJester
Fuck you Copefiend
Ricko, you're cool
Fuck you Wildcat
Fuck you Scooterscum
Fuck your ex girlfriend's mother Tfurrh
Chewless Jim, you're cool
Fuck you Scuba Steve
Fuck you Dean you Cunt
Niwot, you're cool, but fuck you anyways
And a huge FUCK YOU to Cordova Dave just because
-
Dear Tubesock Rapist,
First of all, I'd like to thank you for mailing me those photographs. I never knew a woman that old could look so much like Delta Burke. Notwithstanding, my landlord has asked that you please stop crouching in the darkness next to our mailbox.
Sincerely yours,
Dean
-
Dear Tubesock Rapist,
First of all, I'd like to thank you for mailing me those photographs. I never knew a woman that old could look so much like Delta Burke. Notwithstanding, my landlord has asked that you please stop crouching in the darkness next to our mailbox.
Sincerely yours,
Dean
Cunt,
You're welcome for the photographs. That wasn't a woman.
-
Smokey
Bringing some love into your house today. Love the Sounders handling of Toronto saturday. Love the fact that talented new forwards don't need to ask for pussy-just take it. Fuck the free sex from groupies-it feels better at gun-point! Love the school systems too! I love you! I love rain! LOVE LOVE LOVE!
-
Smokey
Bringing some love into your house today. Love the Sounders handling of Toronto saturday. Love the fact that talented new forwards don't need to ask for pussy-just take it. Fuck the free sex from groupies-it feels better at gun-point! Love the school systems too! I love you! I love rain! LOVE LOVE LOVE!
Fredy Montero can put his penis where he pleases. He's earned that right.
-
Speaking of Fredy Montero's penis, you can view highlights or watch any game live (for a $20 season pass) of any MLS game at the link below:
http://web.mlsnet.com/scoreboard/ (http://web.mlsnet.com/scoreboard/)
Only real men watch soccer. It's like being comfortable enough in your sexuality to admit you'd like to see Keanu Reeves naked.
-
Speaking of Fredy Montero's penis, you can view highlights or watch any game live (for a $20 season pass) of any MLS game at the link below:
http://web.mlsnet.com/scoreboard/ (http://web.mlsnet.com/scoreboard/)
Only real men watch soccer. It's like being comfortable enough in your sexuality to admit you'd like to see Keanu Reeves naked.
I'll check that out you Lawn Ferry!!
Did I spell that right?
-
as for the
This intro page is now a page of love.
comments, I have to resopnd to theFuck you RoyJester
by saying, "that's right, fuck me."
-
:ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'Finger'
'crackup'
And that's all i have to say about that...
:ph43r:
-
:ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'arse' :ph43r: 'Finger'
'crackup'
And that's all i have to say about that...
:ph43r:
'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'dance'
TAKE THAT BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
:ph43r:
-
:ph43r:Â 'arse'Â :ph43r:Â 'arse'Â :ph43r:Â 'arse'Â :ph43r:Â 'arse'Â :ph43r:Â 'arse'Â :ph43r:Â 'arse'Â :ph43r:Â 'arse'Â :ph43r:Â 'arse'Â :ph43r:Â 'Finger'
'crackup'
And that's all i have to say about that...
:ph43r:
'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'na na' 'crackup' 'dance'
TAKE THAT BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
:ph43r:
Wildcat - your overuse of emoticons reminds me of one of my favorite all time quitters up in this bitch.
Where's that cracking hazelnuts with his asscheeks psychopath been anyways? Perhaps he will grace us with his presence....
'Sno'
-
Congrats to all of the Resolution Quitters on hitting the HOF.
What's the next milestone?
101
-
Sorry fellow quitters, but I've just got to get this off my chest....
I didn't set up this intro page for you to come here and call me names like "faggy mcfaggerson" "dicknoodler" "liono" and "tubesock rapist" (BTW - fuck you Greg. That was below the belt). This intro page is not a playground for your filthy minds. It's not a place to puff your cyberchest and take cheap shots at Smokeyg. Even strong men cry Mr. Jester...even strong men cry.Â
I realized this morning that this intro page should be a nest of love and acceptance. A place to shout your admiration and respect for fellow quitters who have paved the way for your own greatness. This intro page is now a page of love.Â
Fuck you Greg
Fuck you RoyJester
Fuck you Copefiend
Ricko, you're cool
Fuck you Wildcat
Fuck you Scooterscum
Fuck your ex girlfriend's mother Tfurrh
Chewless Jim, you're cool
Fuck you Scuba Steve
Fuck you Dean you Cunt
Niwot, you're cool, but fuck you anyways
And a huge FUCK YOU to Cordova Dave just because
Smokey,
I have thought long and hard about the hateful comment that I made regarding the sexual orientation of you and Mr. Wildcat. The remorse that I feel for my harsh comment cannot be conveyed using the written word. I have asked God, Allah, Buddah, Zeus, and the Holy Yeti for help in bringing into my life more peace, love, and kind-hearted understanding that this exquisite introduction page of yours has shown me. May your days be full of the cheerful bliss that only the PLATONIC love of a fellow quit brother can bring you.
God Bless,
Greg40
-
Sorry fellow quitters, but I've just got to get this off my chest....
I didn't set up this intro page for you to come here and call me names like "faggy mcfaggerson" "dicknoodler" "liono" and "tubesock rapist" (BTW - fuck you Greg. That was below the belt). This intro page is not a playground for your filthy minds. It's not a place to puff your cyberchest and take cheap shots at Smokeyg. Even strong men cry Mr. Jester...even strong men cry.Â
I realized this morning that this intro page should be a nest of love and acceptance. A place to shout your admiration and respect for fellow quitters who have paved the way for your own greatness. This intro page is now a page of love.Â
Fuck you Greg
Fuck you RoyJester
Fuck you Copefiend
Ricko, you're cool
Fuck you Wildcat
Fuck you Scooterscum
Fuck your ex girlfriend's mother Tfurrh
Chewless Jim, you're cool
Fuck you Scuba Steve
Fuck you Dean you Cunt
Niwot, you're cool, but fuck you anyways
And a huge FUCK YOU to Cordova Dave just because
Smokey,
I have thought long and hard about the hateful comment that I made regarding the sexual orientation of you and Mr. Wildcat. The remorse that I feel for my harsh comment cannot be conveyed using the written word. I have asked God, Allah, Buddah, Zeus, and the Holy Yeti for help in bringing into my life more peace, love, and kind-hearted understanding that this exquisite introduction page of yours has shown me. May your days be full of the cheerful bliss that only the PLATONIC love of a fellow quit brother can bring you.
God Bless,
Greg40
Sorry, I didn't get past "long and hard". 'jerk'
-
Sorry fellow quitters, but I've just got to get this off my chest....
I didn't set up this intro page for you to come here and call me names like "faggy mcfaggerson" "dicknoodler" "liono" and "tubesock rapist" (BTW - fuck you Greg. That was below the belt). This intro page is not a playground for your filthy minds. It's not a place to puff your cyberchest and take cheap shots at Smokeyg. Even strong men cry Mr. Jester...even strong men cry.Â
I realized this morning that this intro page should be a nest of love and acceptance. A place to shout your admiration and respect for fellow quitters who have paved the way for your own greatness. This intro page is now a page of love.Â
Fuck you Greg
Fuck you RoyJester
Fuck you Copefiend
Ricko, you're cool
Fuck you Wildcat
Fuck you Scooterscum
Fuck your ex girlfriend's mother Tfurrh
Chewless Jim, you're cool
Fuck you Scuba Steve
Fuck you Dean you Cunt
Niwot, you're cool, but fuck you anyways
And a huge FUCK YOU to Cordova Dave just because
Smokey,
I have thought long and hard about the hateful comment that I made regarding the sexual orientation of you and Mr. Wildcat. The remorse that I feel for my harsh comment cannot be conveyed using the written word. I have asked God, Allah, Buddah, Zeus, and the Holy Yeti for help in bringing into my life more peace, love, and kind-hearted understanding that this exquisite introduction page of yours has shown me. May your days be full of the cheerful bliss that only the PLATONIC love of a fellow quit brother can bring you.
God Bless,
Greg40
Sorry, I didn't get past "long and hard". 'jerk'
I try to convey a heartfelt apology to you...and show support for you in your attempt to make this page a vision of teddy bears, peace, and harmony and you find masturbatory humor in my response??? Well, Mr. SmokeyG, fuck you!! I will not be a tool for your potty mouth and corrupt mind. Now, I'm not even sure that Jesus loves you.
-
Sorry fellow quitters, but I've just got to get this off my chest....
I didn't set up this intro page for you to come here and call me names like "faggy mcfaggerson" "dicknoodler" "liono" and "tubesock rapist" (BTW - fuck you Greg. That was below the belt). This intro page is not a playground for your filthy minds. It's not a place to puff your cyberchest and take cheap shots at Smokeyg. Even strong men cry Mr. Jester...even strong men cry.Â
I realized this morning that this intro page should be a nest of love and acceptance. A place to shout your admiration and respect for fellow quitters who have paved the way for your own greatness. This intro page is now a page of love.Â
Fuck you Greg
Fuck you RoyJester
Fuck you Copefiend
Ricko, you're cool
Fuck you Wildcat
Fuck you Scooterscum
Fuck your ex girlfriend's mother Tfurrh
Chewless Jim, you're cool
Fuck you Scuba Steve
Fuck you Dean you Cunt
Niwot, you're cool, but fuck you anyways
And a huge FUCK YOU to Cordova Dave just because
Smokey,
I have thought long and hard about the hateful comment that I made regarding the sexual orientation of you and Mr. Wildcat. The remorse that I feel for my harsh comment cannot be conveyed using the written word. I have asked God, Allah, Buddah, Zeus, and the Holy Yeti for help in bringing into my life more peace, love, and kind-hearted understanding that this exquisite introduction page of yours has shown me. May your days be full of the cheerful bliss that only the PLATONIC love of a fellow quit brother can bring you.
God Bless,
Greg40
Sorry, I didn't get past "long and hard". 'jerk'
I try to convey a heartfelt apology to you...and show support for you in your attempt to make this page a vision of teddy bears, peace, and harmony and you find masturbatory humor in my response??? Well, Mr. SmokeyG, fuck you!! I will not be a tool for your potty mouth and corrupt mind. Now, I'm not even sure that Jesus loves you.
My next door neighbor, Jesus Oruela, loved me last night.
How do you say "rim job" in Spanish? Borde Trabejo
-
Sorry fellow quitters, but I've just got to get this off my chest....
I didn't set up this intro page for you to come here and call me names like "faggy mcfaggerson" "dicknoodler" "liono" and "tubesock rapist" (BTW - fuck you Greg. That was below the belt). This intro page is not a playground for your filthy minds. It's not a place to puff your cyberchest and take cheap shots at Smokeyg. Even strong men cry Mr. Jester...even strong men cry.Â
I realized this morning that this intro page should be a nest of love and acceptance. A place to shout your admiration and respect for fellow quitters who have paved the way for your own greatness. This intro page is now a page of love.Â
Fuck you Greg
Fuck you RoyJester
Fuck you Copefiend
Ricko, you're cool
Fuck you Wildcat
Fuck you Scooterscum
Fuck your ex girlfriend's mother Tfurrh
Chewless Jim, you're cool
Fuck you Scuba Steve
Fuck you Dean you Cunt
Niwot, you're cool, but fuck you anyways
And a huge FUCK YOU to Cordova Dave just because
Smokey,
I have thought long and hard about the hateful comment that I made regarding the sexual orientation of you and Mr. Wildcat. The remorse that I feel for my harsh comment cannot be conveyed using the written word. I have asked God, Allah, Buddah, Zeus, and the Holy Yeti for help in bringing into my life more peace, love, and kind-hearted understanding that this exquisite introduction page of yours has shown me. May your days be full of the cheerful bliss that only the PLATONIC love of a fellow quit brother can bring you.
God Bless,
Greg40
Sorry, I didn't get past "long and hard". 'jerk'
I try to convey a heartfelt apology to you...and show support for you in your attempt to make this page a vision of teddy bears, peace, and harmony and you find masturbatory humor in my response??? Well, Mr. SmokeyG, fuck you!! I will not be a tool for your potty mouth and corrupt mind. Now, I'm not even sure that Jesus loves you.
My next door neighbor, Jesus Oruela, loved me last night.
How do you say "rim job" in Spanish? Borde Trabejo
ensalada mixta (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tossed_salad)
And that's a dot, bitches. Count it. Born of the love nest.
-
Shit...Spring Break '09 is officially over. Time to take off my lazy hat and get back to the grind. I couldn't sleep last night for some reason. Like it was the first day of school all over again. Keanu's veiny penis (http://www.proprinttransfers.co.uk/images/dave_is_gay.jpg) was haunting my dreams.
-
I couldn't sleep last night for some reason.
Perhaps you couldn't sleep last night because you are a fag.
-
I couldn't sleep last night for some reason.
Perhaps you couldn't sleep last night because you are a fag...
...gy Mcfaggerson
-
I couldn't sleep last night for some reason.
Perhaps you couldn't sleep last night because you are a fag...
...gy Mcfaggerson
too much dick noodling maybe?
-
I couldn't sleep last night for some reason.
Perhaps you couldn't sleep last night because you are a fag...
...gy Mcfaggerson
too much dick noodling maybe?
Hey, fellas. Take it easy. I'm fragile.
-
Post 600!!!
HELL YEAH! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crywKSFiWXY)
-
Post 600!!!
HELL YEAH! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crywKSFiWXY)
That guy needs to relax.
I would take your sixth green dot over a mammary gland.
-
Post 600!!!
HELL YEAH! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crywKSFiWXY)
That guy needs to relax.
I would take your sixth green dot over a mammary gland.
what about an opposable big toe?
-
I was having some major urges while driving home from REI this evening. I don't use the term craving anymore, because craving implies I actually want something. Urges are simply physical. I push my tongue against my lip and grind my teeth. I rub my thumb to my middle finger like I was holding a chew. I don't even realize at the time that I'm doing these things. As soon as I realize what I'm feeling and doing, I initiate my plan:
"I will not chew tobacco right now. I am strong. Damn, I'm about a month away from one year quit. Nope. I will not chew tobacco today."
Haven't verbalized that for a while. Felt damn good and I haven't thought about that urge until right now (3 hours later).
Oh yeah, ummm, Keanu is hot.
-
I was having some major urges while driving home from REI this evening. I don't use the term craving anymore, because craving implies I actually want something. Urges are simply physical. I push my tongue against my lip and grind my teeth. I rub my thumb to my middle finger like I was holding a chew. I don't even realize at the time that I'm doing these things. As soon as I realize what I'm feeling and doing, I initiate my plan:
"I will not chew tobacco right now. I am strong. Damn, I'm about a month away from one year quit. Nope. I will not chew tobacco today."
Haven't verbalized that for a while. Felt damn good and I haven't thought about that urge until right now (3 hours later).Â
Oh yeah, ummm, Keanu is hot.
Dave, you rule almost as hard as I do.
And strangely, I'm looking forward to your 365 almost as much as I was looking forward to my 100.
Keep up the awesomeness.
Oh...and great idea having Your Own Page (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showtopic=2349).
-
Post 600!!!
HELL YEAH! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crywKSFiWXY)
That guy needs to relax.
I would take your sixth green dot over a mammary gland.
what about an opposable big toe?
So, Roy Boy, I read your post over on SWJ's page (awesomeness potential but lacking actual awesomeness as of now) and felt bad, and a little gay, for not responding to your opposable big toe remark. Honestly, I thought it was such a great post that I didn't want to trump it immediately with a post of my own. An opposable big toe would not be gay in the slightest. Unless used for gay purposes, which I will just leave at that.
Also, it is now mission awesome to keep my page above SWJ's page whenever possible. It shall be an awesome battle of awesomeness.
-
Also, it is now mission awesome to keep my page above SWJ's page whenever possible. It shall be an awesome battle of awesomeness.
Score For 04/22/09:
Me: 1,000,000 (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showforum=25)
You: 0
-
Also, it is now mission awesome to keep my page above SWJ's page whenever possible. It shall be an awesome battle of awesomeness.
Score For 04/22/09:
Me: 1,000,000 (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showforum=25)
You: 0
SWJ,
I thoroughly enjoyed your thong story. However, by commenting on it here in my awesome page, the awesomeness is now mine and you will gain no awesomeness by having my name associated with your page of awesome potential and mediocre content.
You: 1,000,000
Me: 1
Tortoise of Awesomeness (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=307) and the Limpdick Hare (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=6234).
-
SWJ,
I thoroughly enjoyed your thong story. However, by commenting on it here in my awesome page, the awesomeness is now mine and you will gain no awesomeness by having my name associated with your page of awesome potential and mediocre content.Â
Dang.
Foiled again.
I'll be back with more nut-dropping awesomeness though.
Oh yes...
Nut-dropping awesomeness...
(Note the sheer kick-assedness with which I repeated that shit.)
-
The Tortoise of Awesomeness and Limpdick Hare compare/contrast links are priceless. REAL funny.
God, I hate jam bands.
-
The Tortoise of Awesomeness and Limpdick Hare compare/contrast links are priceless. REAL funny.
God, I hate jam bands.
what you hate jam bands? I thought you liked them. I freaking love jam bands.....speaking of, I just got my tickets in the mail for the Allman brothers band concert i'm going to in October. This will be my 4th time to see them
-
The Tortoise of Awesomeness and Limpdick Hare compare/contrast links are priceless. REAL funny.
God, I hate jam bands.
what you hate jam bands? I thought you liked them. I freaking love jam bands.....speaking of, I just got my tickets in the mail for the Allman brothers band concert i'm going to in October. This will be my 4th time to see them
SmokeyG,
Your page is the "Blue Oyster Bar" of KTC. Shameful!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdbt-sx5MDc (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdbt-sx5MDc)
-
The Tortoise of Awesomeness and Limpdick Hare compare/contrast links are priceless. REAL funny.
God, I hate jam bands.
what you hate jam bands? I thought you liked them. I freaking love jam bands.....speaking of, I just got my tickets in the mail for the Allman brothers band concert i'm going to in October. This will be my 4th time to see them
SmokeyG,
Your page is the "Blue Oyster Bar" of KTC. Shameful!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdbt-sx5MDc (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdbt-sx5MDc)
I'll have to disagree with Greg, I would put it more in line with the Electric Six (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTN6Du3MCgI) version.
"I've got something to put in you, wow."
-
The Tortoise of Awesomeness and Limpdick Hare compare/contrast links are priceless. REAL funny.
God, I hate jam bands.
what you hate jam bands? I thought you liked them. I freaking love jam bands.....speaking of, I just got my tickets in the mail for the Allman brothers band concert i'm going to in October. This will be my 4th time to see them
SmokeyG,
Your page is the "Blue Oyster Bar" of KTC. Shameful!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdbt-sx5MDc (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdbt-sx5MDc)
I'll have to disagree with Greg, I would put it more in line with the Electric Six (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTN6Du3MCgI) version.
"I've got something to put in you, wow."
I'm a bigger fan of the gerbal imagery? I won't even ask why you know about Electric Six.
Speaking of gerbals, I took yesterday off of work to go to the Mariner's game. Me and a few of my buddies attend opening day every year, but had to push it back this year for some stupid reason. We meet at 10:00 am for breakfast and play cornhole in a downtown parking lot for hours until the game starts. This was my first dip free cornhole experience and I was en fuego. Tearing shit up. I even wore my red cornholing glove. Pancake style.
Anyways, while I was away at work, one of my students was busted by my sub for drinking a Coors Light in class. I mean really, who drinks Coors Light?
-
The Tortoise of Awesomeness and Limpdick Hare compare/contrast links are priceless. REAL funny.
God, I hate jam bands.
what you hate jam bands? I thought you liked them. I freaking love jam bands.....speaking of, I just got my tickets in the mail for the Allman brothers band concert i'm going to in October. This will be my 4th time to see them
SmokeyG,
Your page is the "Blue Oyster Bar" of KTC. Shameful!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdbt-sx5MDc (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdbt-sx5MDc)
I'll have to disagree with Greg, I would put it more in line with the Electric Six (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTN6Du3MCgI) version.
"I've got something to put in you, wow."
I'm a bigger fan of the gerbal imagery? I won't even ask why you know about Electric Six.
Speaking of gerbals, I took yesterday off of work to go to the Mariner's game. Me and a few of my buddies attend opening day every year, but had to push it back this year for some stupid reason. We meet at 10:00 am for breakfast and play cornhole in a downtown parking lot for hours until the game starts. This was my first dip free cornhole experience and I was en fuego. Tearing shit up. I even wore my red cornholing glove. Pancake style.
Anyways, while I was away at work, one of my students was busted by my sub for drinking a Coors Light in class. I mean really, who drinks Coors Light?
I drink Coors Light--like it's my job. :ph43r:
-
'Finger'
So, two people in the August 09 pre-HOF group (Joey and DanN) post up day one and can't even make it to day 2? Are you fucking kidding me?
Fuck, a big part of me wants to bitch, but I'm really not mad. Hmmm? I guess I just don't give a shit anymore. If people want to cave, fuck them. I don't really care. I care about my own quit. I think I've finally accepted that I am 100% in charge of my quit. I have ownership over my freedom. A person's decision to cave is not weakening my quit in the least.
So, if you are going to cave....go ahead. I really don't give a shit. I might pity you, but I'm just going to keep on doing as I've been doing. The only thing that could hurt me would be an August 08 cave. I have unshakeable faith that that will not happen. It wouldn't hurt my quit in the least, but it would hurt my relationship with this website. Posting would lose all meaning to me. But as it is, posting means everything to me and it will continue to mean everything to me. That's why I was so initially pissed off when I saw Joey and DanN decide that they didn't have to post a day two.
Fuckity fuckin fuck 'Finger'
-
You know what. Fuck that. I am pissed off....
But I refuse to get seriously involved in a quit group past May 09. Deep breaths Smokey.
Time to put on my HAPPY MUSIC (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CjFgGLqznk).
And a little something to help Wildcat own the FUNK. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YZBiGnWV1o&feature=related)
...and to Tfurrh's engagement (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpd3iyNv9XQ&feature=related). Congrats you hairy fuck.
Shit, maybe it's that I care too much. Whatever, just stay quit for today. And if you're thinking of doing otherwise, listen to a Britney Spears jam before stabbing me in the back. It's the least you can do for a brother.
-
You know what. Fuck that. I am pissed off....
But I refuse to get seriously involved in a quit group past May 09. Deep breaths Smokey.Â
Time to put on my HAPPY MUSIC (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CjFgGLqznk).
And a little something to help Wildcat own the FUNK. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YZBiGnWV1o&feature=related)
...and to Tfurrh's engagement (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpd3iyNv9XQ&feature=related). Congrats you hairy fuck.
Shit, maybe it's that I care too much. Whatever, just stay quit for today. And if you're thinking of doing otherwise, listen to a Britney Spears jam before stabbing me in the back. It's the least you can do for a brother.
I'm quit with you, Smokes.
And no Britney Spears either. She sucks.
She and I broke up the other day anyway...
-
I was going to tell you there are getting to be some excellent writers in here, maybe Enlish teacher wantabies, SWL is one, read his post in introduction and really enjoyed it.
Today Begins hell month for me, One week of TAKS testing which is our rendition of "take this test mother fucker and if you do not pass, you do not graduate."
Suck one
Kids failing crutial classes for graduation. not my fault but nuntheless I get dragged into the possible solution.
AP TESTING for 2 weeks. My favorite is Art Histroy, at least they usually have one naked picture.
The final list of who made it and who did not, Yea, I get to be the bearer of bad and good news.
Prom is kind of hot I do not know what I will let my daughters wear.
The acual graduation, this year it is at 9:30 in the morning because we are cycling 9 schools in 2 days through our collosium. At least it gives us the rest of the day to party, Last year we were at 7:00pm and had issues with drunk parents.
Summer school. that sign up begins next week as well.
Makeing sure all kids have courses for next year and they are classes they need and classes we are teaching.
I did not mean to bitch and really I am not distraught, at least I know I have jog security. Happy April 26th.
-
I was going to tell you there are getting to be some excellent writers in here, maybe Enlish teacher wantabies, SWL is one, read his post in introduction and really enjoyed it.
Today Begins hell month for me, One week of TAKS testing which is our rendition of "take this test mother fucker and if you do not pass, you do not graduate."
Suck one
Kids failing crutial classes for graduation. not my fault but nuntheless I get dragged into the possible solution.
AP TESTING for 2 weeks. My favorite is Art Histroy, at least they usually have one naked picture.
The final list of who made it and who did not, Yea, I get to be the bearer of bad and good news.
Prom is kind of hot I do not know what I will let my daughters wear.
The acual graduation, this year it is at 9:30 in the morning because we are cycling 9 schools in 2 days through our collosium. At least it gives us the rest of the day to party, Last year we were at 7:00pm and had issues with drunk parents.
Summer school. that sign up begins next week as well.
Makeing sure all kids have courses for next year and they are classes they need and classes we are teaching.
I did not mean to bitch and really I am not distraught, at least I know I have jog security. Happy April 26th.
Ricko, does this mean you are going to start jogging in preparation for next year's Houston Marathon? :)
-
SmokeyQ, what happened? Your falling behind.
-
Posted this August 09 just now:
I was asked about the inconsistency between my quit date and the date I joined KTC. They don't line up.
I joined a live quit smoking group through a local hospital. My quit date was April 25th, 2007. I was the only chewer in the class and the only chewer that the instructor had had in the class in over ten years. We met once a week to talk about our experiences and we did lessons aimed at uncovering why we abused nicotine to start with and why we were quitting. It actually was very helpful to listen to others and reflect on how chew was controlling my life. What I didn't like (and I didn't realize it at the time) was that most of the people caved during at one or another during the course of the class. There was NO anger at all expressed. I stated months ago that it was a very accepting environment of failure. I never made any real close connections with these folks and once the class was over, I just went my own way.
It wasn't until over 40 or so days into my quit that I stumbled upon this site. My class had officially ended and I was looking for other means of support. I created an account to I could check out the community forum section. Ironically, I never posted anything because there was so much shit talking going on. I did not understand it. Why would I want to be a part of all these internet losers? GAYEST THING EVER!
I made it to my own personal HOF and two hundred days. Somewhere in there I logged back on to this site and posted in the 2007 HOF page that I was 100+ days quit and that I was doing it for myself or some such shit. I never bothered with joining a group or posting roll. I'm not sure if I made it to three hundred days because I wasn't really concerned with my quit anymore at that point. I was quit. I had beat it. See the copy of the e-mail I just posted for my cave story. One wouldn't hurt. I planned on putting in a chew and throwing the can away. Once I put it in, I couldn't throw the can away. One more won't hurt later. I'll throw it away before I go to bed tonight. You know the rest of the story.
So...moral of the story - and the main reason why I am still strongly involved with this site - is that you can never take your quit for granted. This community will provide support and accountability long into the future if you allow it. Many of the August 08 quitters have stopped posting, but they ALL still have our phone numbers and great support systems set up in their physical lives. I will never completely beat this addiction. It will always be with me. I can not afford to pretend like it doesn't exist.
I will not chew tobacco today.
-Dave
-
Posted this August 09 just now:
I was asked about the inconsistency between my quit date and the date I joined KTC. They don't line up.
Hey man, thanks for posting that. I wouldn't have known otherwise.
"Been there, done it, now I got the HOF." - Smokeyg
-
SmokeyQ, what happened? Your falling behind.
I want to have so much sex with your avatar.
-
SmokeyQ, what happened? Your falling behind.
I want to have so much sex with your avatar.
So, you keeping up w/ 24 then?
-
SmokeyQ, what happened? Your falling behind.
I want to have so much sex with your avatar.
So, you keeping up w/ 24 then?
No, it's opposite some show that my wife really digs. Probably that fat people show. I used to be a huge fan of the show, but once Edgar died, so did my interest in Jack Bauer's doings.
Rest In Peace Edgar. Rest In Peace.
-
Posted this August 09 just now:
I was asked about the inconsistency between my quit date and the date I joined KTC. They don't line up.
I joined a live quit smoking group through a local hospital. My quit date was April 25th, 2007. I was the only chewer in the class and the only chewer that the instructor had had in the class in over ten years. We met once a week to talk about our experiences and we did lessons aimed at uncovering why we abused nicotine to start with and why we were quitting. It actually was very helpful to listen to others and reflect on how chew was controlling my life. .....
I will not chew tobacco today.
-Dave
Been curious about smoking quit groups, and never joined one. I always had the impression that quitting smokless is a different animal, but I never liked the smoke myself so I don't have an objective or real comparison. Did you find much similarities/differences in the coping stratagies, withdrawls, etcetera? I guess I am not really asking for a complete compare and contrast essay, but thought you might shed some light on my conseptions or misconseptions.
-
Posted this August 09 just now:
I was asked about the inconsistency between my quit date and the date I joined KTC. They don't line up.
I joined a live quit smoking group through a local hospital. My quit date was April 25th, 2007. I was the only chewer in the class and the only chewer that the instructor had had in the class in over ten years. We met once a week to talk about our experiences and we did lessons aimed at uncovering why we abused nicotine to start with and why we were quitting. It actually was very helpful to listen to others and reflect on how chew was controlling my life. .....
I will not chew tobacco today.
-Dave
Been curious about smoking quit groups, and never joined one. I always had the impression that quitting smokless is a different animal, but I never liked the smoke myself so I don't have an objective or real comparison. Did you find much similarities/differences in the coping stratagies, withdrawls, etcetera? I guess I am not really asking for a complete compare and contrast essay, but thought you might shed some light on my conseptions or misconseptions.
I quit smoking in 1975, I dont recall the withdrawels, cravings or what ever you want to call them being anywhere near as intense as smokeless. now let me clarify, I started smoking in 1967, I quit in 75, i stayed tobacco free till 1978, a friend offered a dip i took it and the rest is history. Retarded move on my part. Just let it be a lesson, you can never, ever let your guard down not after a 100 days, 1000 days or what ever.
Any way i have talked to a lot of smokers who have quit and have not experienced any thing like the chew, and thats what i recall also.
-
Posted this August 09 just now:
I was asked about the inconsistency between my quit date and the date I joined KTC. They don't line up.
I joined a live quit smoking group through a local hospital. My quit date was April 25th, 2007. I was the only chewer in the class and the only chewer that the instructor had had in the class in over ten years. We met once a week to talk about our experiences and we did lessons aimed at uncovering why we abused nicotine to start with and why we were quitting. It actually was very helpful to listen to others and reflect on how chew was controlling my life. .....
I will not chew tobacco today.
-Dave
Been curious about smoking quit groups, and never joined one. I always had the impression that quitting smokless is a different animal, but I never liked the smoke myself so I don't have an objective or real comparison. Did you find much similarities/differences in the coping stratagies, withdrawls, etcetera? I guess I am not really asking for a complete compare and contrast essay, but thought you might shed some light on my conseptions or misconseptions.
I quit smoking in 1975, I dont recall the withdrawels, cravings or what ever you want to call them being anywhere near as intense as smokeless. now let me clarify, I started smoking in 1967, I quit in 75, i stayed tobacco free till 1978, a friend offered a dip i took it and the rest is history. Retarded move on my part. Just let it be a lesson, you can never, ever let your guard down not after a 100 days, 1000 days or what ever.
Any way i have talked to a lot of smokers who have quit and have not experienced any thing like the chew, and thats what i recall also.
Looking back, all I remember is that I truly respected a couple of people for their determination, and I was disgusted by some people's inability to stay quit for two days straight. If I could do it over again, I would have walked out and come back only after communicating my disgust with the program. That probably wouldn't have helped though. The biggest difference that I recall is that smoking was a huge social thing for people where my chewing was solitary. I also think it is much more socially acceptable to seek help to quit smoking. There's fricking ads everywhere and everyone says quitting smoking is one of the hardest things a person can do. No one says shit about chewing. I was labeled as a non-smoker by my doctor for 10 straight years while I was chewing. I never lied to him. He asked me if I smoked and I said, "no".
What the fuck? That makes ZERO sense.
-
PLEASE tell me that's a pencil drawing of Spock and Kirk.
-
PLEASE tell me that's a pencil drawing of Spock and Kirk.
http://www.unificationfrance.com/IMG/jp ... rman_1.jpg (http://www.unificationfrance.com/IMG/jpg/star_trek_gay_rick_berman_1.jpg)
-
PLEASE tell me that's a pencil drawing of Spock and Kirk.
http://www.unificationfrance.com/IMG/jp ... rman_1.jpg (http://www.unificationfrance.com/IMG/jpg/star_trek_gay_rick_berman_1.jpg)
WOW is all I can say to that. I will not dip today just because I feel really funny and all tingly and uncomfortable after seeing that.
-
Smokes,
Thank you for bringing back Kirk and Spock vertically spooning. Although I am not sure I needed to see the extra large version provided by Chewie.
-
So, I was discussing Feminist Critical Theory with my Seniors earlier today. I showed Red Riding Hood (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYzCnQJOWWI) and convinced them that "wooly" was her new pubic hair or tampon and that the red hood symbolized her first period. Notice how all the men ogle her and how she is defined by her clothes and sexuality from that point on.
I also convinced them that the wolf represented men's uncontrollable sexual appetite (boinngggg) and that the squirrels and birds represented society's laws that threatened just punishment for sins like rape (getting pecked in the ass by a black raven).
Good shit.
-
So, I was discussing Feminist Critical Theory with my Seniors earlier today. I showed Red Riding Hood (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYzCnQJOWWI) and convinced them that "wooly" was her new pubic hair or tampon and that the red hood symbolized her first period. Notice how all the men ogle her and how she is defined by her clothes and sexuality from that point on.
I also convinced them that the wolf represented men's uncontrollable sexual appetite (boinngggg) and that the squirrels and birds represented society's laws that threatened just punishment for sins like rape (getting pecked in the ass by a black raven).
Good shit.
nice analysis. i'd like to hear what you think about other traditional stories or nursery rymes.
-
So, I was discussing Feminist Critical Theory with my Seniors earlier today. I showed Red Riding Hood (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYzCnQJOWWI) and convinced them that "wooly" was her new pubic hair or tampon and that the red hood symbolized her first period. Notice how all the men ogle her and how she is defined by her clothes and sexuality from that point on.Â
I also convinced them that the wolf represented men's uncontrollable sexual appetite (boinngggg) and that the squirrels and birds represented society's laws that threatened just punishment for sins like rape (getting pecked in the ass by a black raven).Â
Good shit.
nice analysis. i'd like to hear what you think about other traditional stories or nursery rymes.
The Frog Prince (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Sx2C7R7XWQ)
Goldilocks (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UoHOdBEo7KE&feature=channel)
-
3,000
-
3,000
congrats on the big digits!
-
3,000
3,000 what?
-
3,000
3,000 what?
3000 and 2!
-
3,000
3,000 what?
3000 and 2!
Is that what it's all about Smokey? Green dots and #'s?
'finger point'
Kidding, congratulations on becoming Mr. 3000 +
-
3,000
3,000 what?
3000 and 2!
Is that what it's all about Smokey? Green dots and #'s?
'finger point'
Kidding, congratulations on becoming Mr. 3000 +
3000 and 4!
I kind of liked "super-whore" more than "all-star whore" but it's a badge I'll wear with pride. Whorish pride.
-
3,000
This post serves to lend All-Star Celebrity endorsement in the form of Congratulations.
If I like Smokey's page, the rest of you peasants should too.
Huzzah.
-
3,000
3,000 what?
3000 and 2!
Is that what it's all about Smokey? Green dots and #'s?
'finger point'
Kidding, congratulations on becoming Mr. 3000 +
3000 and 4!
I kind of liked "super-whore" more than "all-star whore" but it's a badge I'll wear with pride. Whorish pride.
3000 and 8!
-
3,000
3,000 what?
3000 and 2!
Is that what it's all about Smokey? Green dots and #'s?
'finger point'
Kidding, congratulations on becoming Mr. 3000 +
3000 and 4!
I kind of liked "super-whore" more than "all-star whore" but it's a badge I'll wear with pride. Whorish pride.
3000 and 8!
I'm almost to 2k
-
I've been grading papers in my class for the past hour. I have THE WORST gas, possibly, of my life. I don't know what I ate. My room smells like hot garbage. The weird thing is, I actually enjoy it. Why do people like the smell of their own ass? Why don't I enjoy the smell of other people's asses? Is it nature or nurture?
-
I've been grading papers in my class for the past hour. I have THE WORST gas, possibly, of my life. I don't know what I ate. My room smells like hot garbage. The weird thing is, I actually enjoy it. Why do people like the smell of their own ass? Why don't I enjoy the smell of other people's asses? Is it nature or nurture?
Everybody likes their own brand, that's all there is to it.
-
I've been grading papers in my class for the past hour. I have THE WORST gas, possibly, of my life. I don't know what I ate. My room smells like hot garbage. The weird thing is, I actually enjoy it. Why do people like the smell of their own ass? Why don't I enjoy the smell of other people's asses? Is it nature or nurture?
Everybody likes their own brand, that's all there is to it.
Roy, you are 100% correct, but you are 100% simple.
I love my own brand. It is natural. My stink makes me giddy. However, my stink is no better than your stink. I often wonder, if you and I lived in a bubble, with no outside contact with the world, would I love your stink as much as I love my own? Would your ass provide me with hours of head-shaking entertainment? I think, yes. So, logically, it seems that the only reason we are offended by other people's flatulence is that The Man has told us that gas is not socially acceptable. It is to be shunned.
The Malikwa tribe in Southern Chile recently made their first contact with the civilized world due to deforestation. Sociologists were fascinated to discover that instead of a typical Western handshake, tribe members greeted eachother in a similar fashion to dogs and used communal fecal matter in religous ceremonies.
Hmmm???
-
Would your ass provide me with hours of head-shaking entertainment? I think, yes.
And...this is why everyone thinks you're gay... ahahahahahaha lmfao 'crackup'
:ph43r:
-
Would your ass provide me with hours of head-shaking entertainment? I think, yes.
And...this is why everyone thinks you're gay... ahahahahahaha lmfao 'crackup'
:ph43r:
Never, and I mean NEVER did I mention the word "ass" as a place to insert my phallys or as an object to stare at longingly, like some glorious yet forbidden fruit gently calling my name, luring me...haunting me.
Shit, where did I just go for the past 45 minutes? Everything went black.
Fucking pervert
-
Two guys on my soccer team were sent to the hospital last night. One with a nasty gash over his eyebrow (25 stitches) and the other with a broken leg.
I just wanted to share that to prove how manly futbal is. The manly game.
-
Two guys on my soccer team were sent to the hospital last night. One with a nasty gash over his eyebrow (25 stitches) and the other with a broken leg.
I just wanted to share that to prove how manly futbal is. The manly game.
I work with a gay man who told me that once...at a 12 man gangbang...there were 4 cuts requiring stitches, 9 pulled groins, 4 extreme cases of tennis elbow, 6 torn rectums, and 7 gerbil extractions.
Futbal is still extremely faggy.
-
Two guys on my soccer team were sent to the hospital last night. One with a nasty gash over his eyebrow (25 stitches) and the other with a broken leg.Â
I just wanted to share that to prove how manly futbal is. The manly game.
I work with a gay man who told me that once...at a 12 man gangbang...there were 4 cuts requiring stitches, 9 pulled groins, 4 extreme cases of tennis elbow, 6 torn rectums, and 7 gerbil extractions.
Futbal is still extremely faggy.
Only 9 pulled groins, who was slacking?
-
Two guys on my soccer team were sent to the hospital last night. One with a nasty gash over his eyebrow (25 stitches) and the other with a broken leg.Â
I just wanted to share that to prove how manly futbal is. The manly game.
I work with a gay man who told me that once...at a 12 man gangbang...there were 4 cuts requiring stitches, 9 pulled groins, 4 extreme cases of tennis elbow, 6 torn rectums, and 7 gerbil extractions.
Futbal is still extremely faggy.
Only 9 pulled groins, who was slacking?
I would venture that the 9 pulled groins were slacking off while the remaining 3 athletes had been training vigorously for months through calisthenics, hot yoga and nightly groinal applications of Bengay.
Fucking Perverts.
-
I went for a long bike ride yesterday. It was 80 degrees. I wore no sunscreen. I did wear gloves. My fingertips are brown. My forearms are burnt. My hands and fingers up to the knuckle are pasty white. If I roll my sleeve up a bit, I look like neopolitan ice cream.
-
I went for a long bike ride yesterday. It was 80 degrees. I wore no sunscreen. I did wear gloves. My fingertips are brown. My forearms are burnt. My hands and fingers up to the knuckle are pasty white. If I roll my sleeve up a bit, I look like neopolitan ice cream.
Holy shit, thats got to fit into the Wildcard section somewhere!!!
'crackup' 'crackup'
-
I went for a long bike ride yesterday. It was 80 degrees. I wore no sunscreen. I did wear gloves. My fingertips are brown. My forearms are burnt. My hands and fingers up to the knuckle are pasty white. If I roll my sleeve up a bit, I look like neopolitan ice cream.
Holy shit, thats got to fit into the Wildcard section somewhere!!!
'crackup' 'crackup'
Maybe I'm jumping the gun here, but I'm a little disappointed no one questioned my brown fingertips?
-
I went for a long bike ride yesterday. It was 80 degrees. I wore no sunscreen. I did wear gloves. My fingertips are brown. My forearms are burnt. My hands and fingers up to the knuckle are pasty white. If I roll my sleeve up a bit, I look like neopolitan ice cream.
Holy shit, thats got to fit into the Wildcard section somewhere!!!
'crackup' 'crackup'
Maybe I'm jumping the gun here, but I'm a little disappointed no one questioned my brown fingertips?
Well there Fucker, I thought I might trust you!!!
Any reason I ought not to???
-
I went for a long bike ride yesterday. It was 80 degrees. I wore no sunscreen. I did wear gloves. My fingertips are brown. My forearms are burnt. My hands and fingers up to the knuckle are pasty white. If I roll my sleeve up a bit, I look like neopolitan ice cream.
Holy shit, thats got to fit into the Wildcard section somewhere!!!
'crackup' 'crackup'
Maybe I'm jumping the gun here, but I'm a little disappointed no one questioned my brown fingertips?
Well there Fucker, I thought I might trust you!!!
Any reason I ought not to???
What? Were you thinking my fingertips are brown because of pinching a chew?
You nasty fucker. That's just wrong... _
-
Golly willickers. I guess I have officially been quit for a grand total of 364 days now. And that would make this my 365th day of quitting. I'm a little bit afraid to be excited about this.
Who can tell me the only thing better than 365?
HINT: 366
-
Would that be 366?
-
Golly willickers. I guess I have officially been quit for a grand total of 364 days now. And that would make this my 365th day of quitting. I'm a little bit afraid to be excited about this.
Who can tell me the only thing better than 365?
HINT: 366
Congratulations. 365 is a true milestone.
Well done, my friend.
Well done.
-
Smokey: Large congrats on your year of quitdom. Awesome.
-
Today is a HUGE day for you man.
Congrats!!!
Thats a seriously motivational milestone.
-
Golly willickers. I guess I have officially been quit for a grand total of 364 days now. And that would make this my 365th day of quitting. I'm a little bit afraid to be excited about this.
Who can tell me the only thing better than 365?
HINT: 366
I agree with move forward!! The only thing better than 365 is 366!!!!!!! Congrats Smokey!!!!!!
-
Golly willickers. I guess I have officially been quit for a grand total of 364 days now. And that would make this my 365th day of quitting. I'm a little bit afraid to be excited about this.
Who can tell me the only thing better than 365?
HINT: 366
366?
Congrats.
-
Sweet Jesus I've spent a lot of time on this website today.
-
Golly willickers. I guess I have officially been quit for a grand total of 364 days now. And that would make this my 365th day of quitting. I'm a little bit afraid to be excited about this.
Who can tell me the only thing better than 365?
HINT: 366
366?
Congrats.
Fucking a fat girl and not getting caught?
Congrats on the year!
-
Golly willickers. I guess I have officially been quit for a grand total of 364 days now. And that would make this my 365th day of quitting. I'm a little bit afraid to be excited about this.
Who can tell me the only thing better than 365?
HINT: 366
366?
Congrats.
Fucking a fat girl and not getting caught?
Congrats on the year!
OR Riding a moped and not being seen by your closest friends.
CONGRATS ON 366!
-
Golly willickers. I guess I have officially been quit for a grand total of 364 days now. And that would make this my 365th day of quitting. I'm a little bit afraid to be excited about this.
Who can tell me the only thing better than 365?
HINT: 366
366?
Congrats.
Fucking a fat girl and not getting caught?
Congrats on the year!
OR Riding a moped and not being seen by your closest friends.
CONGRATS ON 366!
Wrong
Wrong
And wrong...
The correct answer is two front row tickets to a Miley Cyrus concert and catching a droplet of Hannah Montana sweat on your tongue.
-
Golly willickers. I guess I have officially been quit for a grand total of 364 days now. And that would make this my 365th day of quitting. I'm a little bit afraid to be excited about this.
Who can tell me the only thing better than 365?
HINT: 366
366?
Congrats.
Fucking a fat girl and not getting caught?
Congrats on the year!
OR Riding a moped and not being seen by your closest friends.
CONGRATS ON 366!
Wrong
Wrong
And wrong...
The correct answer is two front row tickets to a Miley Cyrus concert and catching a droplet of Hannah Montana sweat on your tongue.
Fuck - I just spit coffee all over my keyboard. That's funny.
-
Golly willickers.
I knew you were gay.
'crackup'
-
Golly willickers.
I knew you were gay.
'crackup'
We see what we want to see.
I'm just a fairy ride away....
-
Golly willickers.
I knew you were gay.
'crackup'
We see what we want to see.
I'm just a fairy ride away....
This intro page is the "San Francisco" of KTC. Just thought I'd stop by and yell "HOMO" for my 400th post. Maybe I'll get into a limp wristed slap fight with one of the resident faggots here.
-
Golly willickers.
I knew you were gay.
'crackup'
We see what we want to see.
I'm just a fairy ride away....
This intro page is the "San Francisco" of KTC. Just thought I'd stop by and yell "HOMO" for my 400th post. Maybe I'll get into a limp wristed slap fight with one of the resident faggots here.
Greg
I'm going to have to agree with you. This is the San Fran of KTC, which makes Smokey the Mayor. Or at least the elected official who's got their backs (pun intended)
hahahaha 'crackup'
-
Golly willickers.
I knew you were gay.
'crackup'
We see what we want to see.
I'm just a fairy ride away....
This intro page is the "San Francisco" of KTC. Just thought I'd stop by and yell "HOMO" for my 400th post. Maybe I'll get into a limp wristed slap fight with one of the resident faggots here.
Greg
I'm going to have to agree with you. This is the San Fran of KTC, which makes Smokey the Mayor. Or at least the elected official who's got their backs (pun intended)
hahahaha 'crackup'
Someone's been jerking off to "Milk" again....
-
Golly willickers.
I knew you were gay.
'crackup'
We see what we want to see.
I'm just a fairy ride away....
This intro page is the "San Francisco" of KTC. Just thought I'd stop by and yell "HOMO" for my 400th post. Maybe I'll get into a limp wristed slap fight with one of the resident faggots here.
Greg
I'm going to have to agree with you. This is the San Fran of KTC, which makes Smokey the Mayor. Or at least the elected official who's got their backs (pun intended)
hahahaha 'crackup'
Someone's been jerking off to "Milk" again....
this all reminds me, I got kicked off another board for calling Adam Lambert a queer :rolleyes:
-
Golly willickers.
I knew you were gay.
'crackup'
We see what we want to see.
I'm just a fairy ride away....
This intro page is the "San Francisco" of KTC. Just thought I'd stop by and yell "HOMO" for my 400th post. Maybe I'll get into a limp wristed slap fight with one of the resident faggots here.
Greg
I'm going to have to agree with you. This is the San Fran of KTC, which makes Smokey the Mayor. Or at least the elected official who's got their backs (pun intended)
hahahaha 'crackup'
Someone's been jerking off to "Milk" again....
this all reminds me, I got kicked off another board for calling Adam Lambert a queer :rolleyes:
Don't think it's not true cubs - bitches don't wear that much eyeliner!
-
Golly willickers.
I knew you were gay.
'crackup'
We see what we want to see.
I'm just a fairy ride away....
This intro page is the "San Francisco" of KTC. Just thought I'd stop by and yell "HOMO" for my 400th post. Maybe I'll get into a limp wristed slap fight with one of the resident faggots here.
Greg
I'm going to have to agree with you. This is the San Fran of KTC, which makes Smokey the Mayor. Or at least the elected official who's got their backs (pun intended)
hahahaha 'crackup'
Someone's been jerking off to "Milk" again....
this all reminds me, I got kicked off another board for calling Adam Lambert a queer :rolleyes:
Don't think it's not true cubs - bitches don't wear that much eyeliner!
I must admit - I just googled Adam Lambert because I had zero idea who you were talking about.
You're both Faggy McFaggerson's for watching American Idol and knowing who Adam Lambert is.
Welcome to the inner circle.
-
Golly willickers.
I knew you were gay.
'crackup'
We see what we want to see.
I'm just a fairy ride away....
This intro page is the "San Francisco" of KTC. Just thought I'd stop by and yell "HOMO" for my 400th post. Maybe I'll get into a limp wristed slap fight with one of the resident faggots here.
Greg
I'm going to have to agree with you. This is the San Fran of KTC, which makes Smokey the Mayor. Or at least the elected official who's got their backs (pun intended)
hahahaha 'crackup'
Someone's been jerking off to "Milk" again....
this all reminds me, I got kicked off another board for calling Adam Lambert a queer :rolleyes:
Don't think it's not true cubs - bitches don't wear that much eyeliner!
I must admit - I just googled Adam Lambert because I had zero idea who you were talking about.
You're both Faggy McFaggerson's for watching American Idol and knowing who Adam Lambert is.
Welcome to the inner circle.
I have a girlfriend. If I want to watch Cubs games without hearing about it I must make sacrafices. Usually Im talking to you idiots while its on.
-
Golly willickers.
I knew you were gay.
'crackup'
We see what we want to see.
I'm just a fairy ride away....
This intro page is the "San Francisco" of KTC. Just thought I'd stop by and yell "HOMO" for my 400th post. Maybe I'll get into a limp wristed slap fight with one of the resident faggots here.
Greg
I'm going to have to agree with you. This is the San Fran of KTC, which makes Smokey the Mayor. Or at least the elected official who's got their backs (pun intended)
hahahaha 'crackup'
Someone's been jerking off to "Milk" again....
this all reminds me, I got kicked off another board for calling Adam Lambert a queer :rolleyes:
Don't think it's not true cubs - bitches don't wear that much eyeliner!
I must admit - I just googled Adam Lambert because I had zero idea who you were talking about.
You're both Faggy McFaggerson's for watching American Idol and knowing who Adam Lambert is.
Welcome to the inner circle.
I have a girlfriend. If I want to watch Cubs games without hearing about it I must make sacrafices. Usually Im talking to you idiots while its on.
Yeah, and my wife forces me to look at gay porn....
-
Golly willickers.
I knew you were gay.
'crackup'
We see what we want to see.
I'm just a fairy ride away....
This intro page is the "San Francisco" of KTC. Just thought I'd stop by and yell "HOMO" for my 400th post. Maybe I'll get into a limp wristed slap fight with one of the resident faggots here.
Greg
I'm going to have to agree with you. This is the San Fran of KTC, which makes Smokey the Mayor. Or at least the elected official who's got their backs (pun intended)
hahahaha 'crackup'
Someone's been jerking off to "Milk" again....
this all reminds me, I got kicked off another board for calling Adam Lambert a queer :rolleyes:
Don't think it's not true cubs - bitches don't wear that much eyeliner!
I must admit - I just googled Adam Lambert because I had zero idea who you were talking about.
You're both Faggy McFaggerson's for watching American Idol and knowing who Adam Lambert is.
Welcome to the inner circle.
I have a girlfriend. If I want to watch Cubs games without hearing about it I must make sacrafices. Usually Im talking to you idiots while its on.
Yeah, and my wife forces me to look at gay porn....
Whoah! And you were making fun of me for watching American Idol! :D
-
Golly willickers.
I knew you were gay.
'crackup'
We see what we want to see.
I'm just a fairy ride away....
This intro page is the "San Francisco" of KTC. Just thought I'd stop by and yell "HOMO" for my 400th post. Maybe I'll get into a limp wristed slap fight with one of the resident faggots here.
Greg
I'm going to have to agree with you. This is the San Fran of KTC, which makes Smokey the Mayor. Or at least the elected official who's got their backs (pun intended)
hahahaha 'crackup'
Someone's been jerking off to "Milk" again....
this all reminds me, I got kicked off another board for calling Adam Lambert a queer :rolleyes:
Don't think it's not true cubs - bitches don't wear that much eyeliner!
I must admit - I just googled Adam Lambert because I had zero idea who you were talking about.
You're both Faggy McFaggerson's for watching American Idol and knowing who Adam Lambert is.
Welcome to the inner circle.
I have a girlfriend. If I want to watch Cubs games without hearing about it I must make sacrafices. Usually Im talking to you idiots while its on.
Yeah, and my wife forces me to look at gay porn....
You know how I know you're gay? Your avatar is some sort of fire-chicken with a thin mustache and a fancy hat sitting on the business end of a fleur de lis.
-
My dog has hemorrhoids.
Fuck.
-
My dog has hemorrhoids.
Fuck.
If you don't use extra extra lube, you're gonna wind up getting bit.
-
My dog has hemorrhoids.
At best, this is better news than learning that your cat has crabs.
-
My dog has hemorrhoids.
Fuck.
Is this you Smokeyg?
http://boston.barstoolsports.com/random ... /#comments (http://boston.barstoolsports.com/random-thoughts/does-this-look-like-the-face-of-a-dog-raper/#comments)
-
So, I've been pissed off about Terry's return all afternoon. Honestly, I don't know why I can't just let this shit go. Will staying out of August 09 from this point forward help me separate myself from Terry's betrayal or will it just make me stew on the situation even more because I'm letting it control my support? Or am I just being a little bitch about this whole thing and I should let bygones be bygones? Welcome back kid?
Allow me to rant for a moment since it's weighing heavy on my mind and I really don't feel like talking to anyone about this. The whole situation is so fucking pointless I'd rather just leave it here on the interweb for strangers to read.
Yes, Terry betrayed his quit brothers in April '09. OK, if they're over it, then I'm over it. I can't put any faith in his word ever again, but I'm over it. He could be a VERY patient internet troll for all I know, but I'm over it. Whatever.
After his admitted false posting, he stayed away from the site. He posted his success with me via e-mail for a few days. I was trying so hard to suppress my anger and give him a third chance. Every time I read one of his e-mails, I got pissed off. I wanted to chew. I saw him report another successful day quit and I got to thinking - hey, if this dipshit can jump right back on the quitwagon, so can I. For the first time in hundreds of days, I actually was thinking that maybe I could just go back for a while and start fresh with my quit.
Then I saw him post on Friday in August '09 saying that he wasn't seeking attention. OK. I saw on Saturday that he failed to post roll. I saw on Sunday that he failed to post roll. I saw on Monday that he failed to post roll. Well, maybe he posted roll Monday night, but whatever. I seem to remember people getting a lot of shit for just disappearing over the weekend without giving word that they'd be away from the internet. I guess he couldn't really text his roll call to someone, for obvious reasons. Anyways, I see that Terry's back and dedicated and then he goes three days without posting. He knows people (like me and his April brothers) are watching. He knows that he has played a big role in our own success. Is he just fucking with us? Is he just completely thoughtless or is he an internet troll trying to fuck with people?
I don't know. I guess I'll have to forgive at some point. Looks like all of April has already forgiven his treachery. Me, not so much. He needs to learn that he can't involve himself in other people's lives and completely disrespect them. People will not always welcome him back with open arms.
You know what? What the fuck am I talking about? Here's the only thing that matters. I am quit. Terry is just a hairy internet avatar with zero place in my life. The only power he has over me is the power that I give him. And that should go the other way too. Like hydro pointed out - he needs to quit for himself, not for any aspect of KTC. It needs to be about him and his life. Smokeyg only has the power that Terry gives him. If he's quitting for himself, that's the most important thing.
Fuck, I was hoping that writing all this out would help me feel better. But now I'm as pissed off as ever. What the fuck!!!!????? I guess, I'm sick of feeling betrayed. I betrayed myself and people close to me so many times in the past when it came to tobacco. I've made a huge improvement in my life. I just need to get away from the betrayal. Fuck. It sucks to be on the other side. I was such a dick to my wife for years. No more. I'm quit.
There, now I feel a little better. I'm going to go buy her flowers. God, I still take her for granted. Time to turn that around. I've been taking my students for granted. Time to turn that around. Time to focus more on the physical people in my life. The bullshit on this site has been a crutch for my own selfishness and escapism long enough.
See you in August '08.
-
So, I've been pissed off about Terry's return all afternoon. Honestly, I don't know why I can't just let this shit go. Will staying out of August 09 from this point forward help me separate myself from Terry's betrayal or will it just make me stew on the situation even more because I'm letting it control my support? Or am I just being a little bitch about this whole thing and I should let bygones be bygones? Welcome back kid?
Allow me to rant for a moment since it's weighing heavy on my mind and I really don't feel like talking to anyone about this. The whole situation is so fucking pointless I'd rather just leave it here on the interweb for strangers to read.
Yes, Terry betrayed his quit brothers in April '09. OK, if they're over it, then I'm over it. I can't put any faith in his word ever again, but I'm over it. He could be a VERY patient internet troll for all I know, but I'm over it. Whatever.
After his admitted false posting, he stayed away from the site. He posted his success with me via e-mail for a few days. I was trying so hard to suppress my anger and give him a third chance. Every time I read one of his e-mails, I got pissed off. I wanted to chew. I saw him report another successful day quit and I got to thinking - hey, if this dipshit can jump right back on the quitwagon, so can I. For the first time in hundreds of days, I actually was thinking that maybe I could just go back for a while and start fresh with my quit.
Then I saw him post on Friday in August '09 saying that he wasn't seeking attention. OK. I saw on Saturday that he failed to post roll. I saw on Sunday that he failed to post roll. I saw on Monday that he failed to post roll. Well, maybe he posted roll Monday night, but whatever. I seem to remember people getting a lot of shit for just disappearing over the weekend without giving word that they'd be away from the internet. I guess he couldn't really text his roll call to someone, for obvious reasons. Anyways, I see that Terry's back and dedicated and then he goes three days without posting. He knows people (like me and his April brothers) are watching. He knows that he has played a big role in our own success. Is he just fucking with us? Is he just completely thoughtless or is he an internet troll trying to fuck with people?
I don't know. I guess I'll have to forgive at some point. Looks like all of April has already forgiven his treachery. Me, not so much. He needs to learn that he can't involve himself in other people's lives and completely disrespect them. People will not always welcome him back with open arms.
You know what? What the fuck am I talking about? Here's the only thing that matters. I am quit. Terry is just a hairy internet avatar with zero place in my life. The only power he has over me is the power that I give him. And that should go the other way too. Like hydro pointed out - he needs to quit for himself, not for any aspect of KTC. It needs to be about him and his life. Smokeyg only has the power that Terry gives him. If he's quitting for himself, that's the most important thing.
Fuck, I was hoping that writing all this out would help me feel better. But now I'm as pissed off as ever. What the fuck!!!!????? I guess, I'm sick of feeling betrayed. I betrayed myself and people close to me so many times in the past when it came to tobacco. I've made a huge improvement in my life. I just need to get away from the betrayal. Fuck. It sucks to be on the other side. I was such a dick to my wife for years. No more. I'm quit.
There, now I feel a little better. I'm going to go buy her flowers. God, I still take her for granted. Time to turn that around. I've been taking my students for granted. Time to turn that around. Time to focus more on the physical people in my life. The bullshit on this site has been a crutch for my own selfishness and escapism long enough.
See you in August '08.
don't forget the alternate profile Terry created. How low do you have to go to lie about being clean to a bunch of strangers on the internet??
If the day ever arises that I "must" use the nic, I will do one of the following:
1. Remove myself from the site and not post roll again
2. Come back here and face the music.
That's it.
There is no reason to return here and "fake" being quit.
But what the fuck do I know . . . that's just my opinion.
-
So, I've been pissed off about Terry's return all afternoon. Honestly, I don't know why I can't just let this shit go. Will staying out of August 09 from this point forward help me separate myself from Terry's betrayal or will it just make me stew on the situation even more because I'm letting it control my support? Or am I just being a little bitch about this whole thing and I should let bygones be bygones? Welcome back kid?Â
Allow me to rant for a moment since it's weighing heavy on my mind and I really don't feel like talking to anyone about this. The whole situation is so fucking pointless I'd rather just leave it here on the interweb for strangers to read.Â
Yes, Terry betrayed his quit brothers in April '09. OK, if they're over it, then I'm over it. I can't put any faith in his word ever again, but I'm over it. He could be a VERY patient internet troll for all I know, but I'm over it. Whatever.Â
After his admitted false posting, he stayed away from the site. He posted his success with me via e-mail for a few days. I was trying so hard to suppress my anger and give him a third chance. Every time I read one of his e-mails, I got pissed off. I wanted to chew. I saw him report another successful day quit and I got to thinking - hey, if this dipshit can jump right back on the quitwagon, so can I. For the first time in hundreds of days, I actually was thinking that maybe I could just go back for a while and start fresh with my quit.Â
Then I saw him post on Friday in August '09 saying that he wasn't seeking attention. OK. I saw on Saturday that he failed to post roll. I saw on Sunday that he failed to post roll. I saw on Monday that he failed to post roll. Well, maybe he posted roll Monday night, but whatever. I seem to remember people getting a lot of shit for just disappearing over the weekend without giving word that they'd be away from the internet. I guess he couldn't really text his roll call to someone, for obvious reasons. Anyways, I see that Terry's back and dedicated and then he goes three days without posting. He knows people (like me and his April brothers) are watching. He knows that he has played a big role in our own success. Is he just fucking with us? Is he just completely thoughtless or is he an internet troll trying to fuck with people?Â
I don't know. I guess I'll have to forgive at some point. Looks like all of April has already forgiven his treachery. Me, not so much. He needs to learn that he can't involve himself in other people's lives and completely disrespect them. People will not always welcome him back with open arms.Â
You know what? What the fuck am I talking about? Here's the only thing that matters. I am quit. Terry is just a hairy internet avatar with zero place in my life. The only power he has over me is the power that I give him. And that should go the other way too. Like hydro pointed out - he needs to quit for himself, not for any aspect of KTC. It needs to be about him and his life. Smokeyg only has the power that Terry gives him. If he's quitting for himself, that's the most important thing.
Fuck, I was hoping that writing all this out would help me feel better. But now I'm as pissed off as ever. What the fuck!!!!????? I guess, I'm sick of feeling betrayed. I betrayed myself and people close to me so many times in the past when it came to tobacco. I've made a huge improvement in my life. I just need to get away from the betrayal. Fuck. It sucks to be on the other side. I was such a dick to my wife for years. No more. I'm quit.Â
There, now I feel a little better. I'm going to go buy her flowers. God, I still take her for granted. Time to turn that around. I've been taking my students for granted. Time to turn that around. Time to focus more on the physical people in my life. The bullshit on this site has been a crutch for my own selfishness and escapism long enough.Â
See you in August '08.
don't forget the alternate profile Terry created. How low do you have to go to lie about being clean to a bunch of strangers on the internet??
If the day ever arises that I "must" use the nic, I will do one of the following:
1. Remove myself from the site and not post roll again
2. Come back here and face the music.
That's it.
There is no reason to return here and "fake" being quit.
But what the fuck do I know . . . that's just my opinion.
You're not alone.... (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showtopic=2427)
-
As some of you may remember, I showed the Keanu Reeves masterpiece Little Buddha in my class a few months ago. I received this e-mail today from the woman I borrowed it from:
"Hi Dave,
Can you please put Little Buddha in my box when/if you're done with it? gracias!"
Sometimes I call it Fernando, but this may be better....
-
HAAA!
I'd have to quit my job after getting that note. HA! Funny funny. And yes...NO doubt that Little Buddah Fernando
jesus christ *laughing*
-
As some of you may remember, I showed the Keanu Reeves masterpiece Little Buddha in my class a few months ago. I received this e-mail today from the woman I borrowed it from:
"Hi Dave,
Can you please put Little Buddha in my box when/if you're done with it? gracias!"
Sometimes I call it Fernando, but this may be better....
This rules..... Better an email than face to face. No way you could have held it together.
-
Shit. Just got back from soccer. I made one of the all time greatest saves of my life. Full extension off a deflection. But I'm a relatively old man now and my back is fucked. I can't even bend over to put on my shoes.
I'd better be healed by Friday night.
-
3,200!?
What? No Blumpkin?
-
I had a dip dream last night that my mother packed a can of chew with a label that said "Smokeyg". She opened the lid and inserted me into her lower cheek. I remember it was dark and I was rolling around like I was in a washing machine on the spin cycle. Suddenly Cowboy Curtis floated by me holding a lantern and shouted, "Howdy Pee-Wee". My mom spit and I landed in the back of my grandpa's old pickup truck which was full of moldy cherries.
I woke up and realized I came on my dog's ear. I thought wet dreams ended with puberty?
-
Dude...That *cannot* be for real. If that dream WAS real, you're coming with me the next time I go to therapy...and you can have a whole bunch of my medication.
Fucking hysterical, though....especially the label.
-
I had a dip dream last night that my mother packed a can of chew with a label that said "Smokeyg". She opened the lid and inserted me into her lower cheek. I remember it was dark and I was rolling around like I was in a washing machine on the spin cycle. Suddenly Cowboy Curtis floated by me holding a lantern and shouted, "Howdy Pee-Wee". My mom spit and I landed in the back of my grandpa's old pickup truck which was full of moldy cherries.Â
I woke up and realized I came on my dog's ear. I thought wet dreams ended with puberty?
Free Dream Analysis
"... a can of chew with a label that said "Smokeyg"..."
This means nothing. It's dumb.
"...She opened the lid and inserted me into her lower cheek..."
Your mom is fucking huge.
"...Suddenly Cowboy Curtis floated by me holding a lantern and shouted, "Howdy Pee-Wee"..."
Your shit is small.
"...My mom spit and I landed in the back of my grandpa's old pickup truck which was full of moldy cherries..."
Your mom hates you and your grandpa is a slob.
"...I woke up and realized I came on my dog's ear..."
Your dog is hot.
-
My wife and I will be leaving on June 26th for a two month bike tour of the North Sea.
Here is a link to our blog that we will be updating along the way. http://cinderpontiac.blogspot.com/ (http://cinderpontiac.blogspot.com/)
There is a map and short description of our route posted.
-
My wife and I will be leaving on June 26th for a two month bike tour of the North Sea.
Here is a link to our blog that we will be updating along the way. http://cinderpontiac.blogspot.com/ (http://cinderpontiac.blogspot.com/)
There is a map and short description of our route posted.
That's fucking awesome dude... can't wait to hear how it goes!
-
My wife and I will be leaving on June 26th for a two month bike tour of the North Sea.Â
Here is a link to our blog that we will be updating along the way. http://cinderpontiac.blogspot.com/ (http://cinderpontiac.blogspot.com/)
There is a map and short description of our route posted.
That's fucking awesome dude... can't wait to hear how it goes!
The reward for putting up with snot noses all year? 2 months off? that's beautiful. Enjoy.
-
My wife and I will be leaving on June 26th for a two month bike tour of the North Sea.Â
Here is a link to our blog that we will be updating along the way. http://cinderpontiac.blogspot.com/ (http://cinderpontiac.blogspot.com/)
There is a map and short description of our route posted.
Good luck, Dave.
Have fun and keep us posted.
-
I've developed a bad habit of getting a dab of poop on my right thumb when wiping as of late. Used to be a once a month occurance, but now I'm shooting 50/50. On the bright side, I'm much more aware of my hand-washing now. Perhaps it's a blessing in disguise.
-
I've developed a bad habit of getting a dab of poop on my right thumb when wiping as of late. Used to be a once a month occurance, but now I'm shooting 50/50. On the bright side, I'm much more aware of my hand-washing now. Perhaps it's a blessing in disguise.
Maybe pack some baby wipes for the trip. Went on a 4 night-er on mountain in VT few years back. We dug a hole, manuvered the outhouse over said hole, and I remembered seeing a new box of huggies wipes in the trunk when I was packing for the trip. So I tossed the box of wipes in the outhouse.
The initial ball-busting gave way to gratitude and praise after the cook (Snuffy) tossed jalapenos into the clamcakes.
Nothing handles your business better than a baby-wipe - that aloe is a god-send!
-
Wife?? I thought ur a smoocher?
-
Wife?? I thought ur a smoocher?
Wait...wait just a second here. What is a wife? Do high heels make a wife? Does a dress make a wife? Does lipstick make a wife? Does naughty lingerie make a wife?
Yes, wife.
-
Wife?? I thought ur a smoocher?
Wait...wait just a second here. What is a wife? Do high heels make a wife? Does a dress make a wife? Does lipstick make a wife? Does naughty lingerie make a wife?
Yes, wife.
'boob' that stuff might not make a wife, but it usually makes her look a hell of a lot better.
-
I've developed a bad habit of getting a dab of poop on my right thumb when wiping as of late. Used to be a once a month occurance, but now I'm shooting 50/50. On the bright side, I'm much more aware of my hand-washing now. Perhaps it's a blessing in disguise.
A little late to this conversation...
But you're not bending your wrist. it sounds like you're taking your hand, starting at your ankles and rubbing it straight up to your neck to wipe your ass.
Bend your wrist. So as your fingers (with the TP in hand) and your elbow are touching your body and then push your wrist out as if you are trying to touch the wall with just your wrist. This will alleviate you sticking your fingers in your ass and getting shit on them. Either that or you're not using toilet paper.
1 - Everyone reading this is now trying it...either physically or mentally. Haha!
2 - I can't beleive I just told you how to wipe your ass. And I don't even have kids ready for that yet.
-
...
So I tossed the box of wipes in the outhouse.
...
For some reason, I read this as:
So I tossed the box of wipes in the Outernal. Sorry Outernal...for the poor association on my part.
-
...
So I tossed the box of wipes in the outhouse.
...
For some reason, I read this as:
So I tossed the box of wipes in the Outernal. Sorry Outernal...for the poor association on my part.
We don't use that word here.
-
Everytime I drop a jockpot at him I use the babywipes....
Smokeyg, I just discovered this thread.... U amuse me...
Appreciate it...
-
'Finger'
So, two people in the August 09 pre-HOF group (Joey and DanN) post up day one and can't even make it to day 2? Are you fucking kidding me?
Fuck, a big part of me wants to bitch, but I'm really not mad. Hmmm? I guess I just don't give a shit anymore. If people want to cave, fuck them. I don't really care. I care about my own quit. I think I've finally accepted that I am 100% in charge of my quit. I have ownership over my freedom. A person's decision to cave is not weakening my quit in the least.
So, if you are going to cave....go ahead. I really don't give a shit. I might pity you, but I'm just going to keep on doing as I've been doing. The only thing that could hurt me would be an August 08 cave. I have unshakeable faith that that will not happen. It wouldn't hurt my quit in the least, but it would hurt my relationship with this website. Posting would lose all meaning to me. But as it is, posting means everything to me and it will continue to mean everything to me. That's why I was so initially pissed off when I saw Joey and DanN decide that they didn't have to post a day two. Keep stuffing your face with cancer, but don't involve me in your failure.
Fuckity fuckin fuck 'Finger'
Quitters - if you are past day 3, congratulations on making it this far.
Just a drop in the bucket though. One day at a time. One floor at a time. One year at a time. One lifetime.
Sappy, but fucking awesome drunken rhetoric.
-
It hurts...it hurts to laugh that hard w/o waking the kids!!!
HHHHAAAAAA!!!!! it sounds like you're taking your hand, starting at your ankles and rubbing it straight up to your neck to wipe your ass.
-
Day 400 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Feels good.
-
Day 400 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Feels good.
Congratulations Big Time!
-
Day 400 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Feels good.
Congratulations Big Time!
Congrats Smokey. 400 days of truly supporting and rallying KTC to saty quit hasn't gone un-noticed.
Especially by me..not the whole 400, just the time I've been here.
-
Day 400 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Feels good.
Congratulations Big Time!
Congrats Smokey. 400 days of truly supporting and rallying KTC to saty quit hasn't gone un-noticed.
Especially by me..not the whole 400, just the time I've been here.
400 days. ... Nice Quit.. Good shit Smokey.
-
Day 400 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Feels good.
Congratulations Big Time!
Congrats Smokey. 400 days of truly supporting and rallying KTC to saty quit hasn't gone un-noticed.
Especially by me..not the whole 400, just the time I've been here.
400 days. ... Nice Quit.. Good shit Smokey.
Well done Smokey!
-
Day 400 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Feels good.
Congratulations Big Time!
Congrats Smokey. 400 days of truly supporting and rallying KTC to saty quit hasn't gone un-noticed.
Especially by me..not the whole 400, just the time I've been here.
400 days. ... Nice Quit.. Good shit Smokey.
Well done Smokey!
youdamuddafuckinman
-
Just posting to bury quitnow's thread down a level.
-
Have a great trip smokey. Jump in a lake. Ride backwards on the handlebars. Find a grassy lawn and call out cloud shapes. Bail into some local pub and make some people laugh. Ride in the rain. You know the drill, just gotta remember how to be a kid and do it.
-
A belated congratulatory reach-around for your 400 days quit. Given the sudden sensitivities of certain individuals here (I will not mention names), I will refrain from making any jokes about your heritage, sexual preferences, social class, parasitic host status, ability to perform sexually and general physical hygiene.
-
'12'
SmokeyG
-
'12'
SmokeyG
Have nøt eaten shit yet, but dodged two good bullets when I brøke spøkes just outside of majør cities. Could have easily turned intø a 30km ørdeal rather than a 3km pissy strøll.
Check out the bløg for pictures.
cinderpontiac.blogspot.com (http://cinderpontiac.blogspot.com)
Hope all is well with you fine folks. I haven't checked the site til now, but I've been telling myself, "I will not chew tobacco today" every morning when I pull my sore ass out of my sleeping bag.
-
'12'
SmokeyG
Have nøt eaten shit yet, but dodged two good bullets when I brøke spøkes just outside of majør cities. Could have easily turned intø a 30km ørdeal rather than a 3km pissy strøll.
Check out the bløg for pictures.
cinderpontiac.blogspot.com (http://cinderpontiac.blogspot.com)
Hope all is well with you fine folks. I haven't checked the site til now, but I've been telling myself, "I will not chew tobacco today" every morning when I pull my sore ass out of my sleeping bag.
Roadside wheel building.
I remember I was riding up the coast from Ventura to SB and I caught some doosh with about $1B worth of bike - all top notch shit. I was on a steel mtn bike w. 'fat boys' - caught him at a sideroad area where there was a fire station (Carpenteria? any one know the area?) Anyway, we trade a few pulls and he's pedalin' squares and prolly not so happy with me anyway so I figure I'll move along...then BAM! He just goes down. Instant. I think he got dizzy or something - can't explain - there was no reason. I managed to avoid running over his appendages and stopped to see if he was alright. So I haven't said a word to him until now. He's taking inventory on his body (he was messed up - the thick sticky blood with rocks kind) and I'm looking at his taco'd wheel. I did the only thing I could think of - I said "Here's a spoke wrench. There's a fire station a few miles back. Good luck." Then I bolted.
I won't burn for this, will I?
-
'12'
SmokeyG
Greetings from Bergen, Norway.
-
'12'
SmokeyG
Greetings from Bergen, Norway.
Pictures?
-
'12'
SmokeyG
Greetings from Bergen, Norway.
Pictures?
Click the blog address at the bottom of my signature.
www.cinderpontiac.blogspot.com (http://www.cinderpontiac.blogspot.com)
-
'12'
SmokeyG
Greetings from Bergen, Norway.
Pictures?
Click the blog address at the bottom of my signature.
www.cinderpontiac.blogspot.com (http://www.cinderpontiac.blogspot.com)
Great photos Smokey. Looks like a fun trip.
-
'12'
SmokeyG
Greetings from Bergen, Norway.
Pictures?
Click the blog address at the bottom of my signature.
www.cinderpontiac.blogspot.com (http://www.cinderpontiac.blogspot.com)
Great photos Smokey. Looks like a fun trip.
Thats really damn cool, Im jealous.
-
'12'
SmokeyG
Greetings from Bergen, Norway.
Pictures?
Click the blog address at the bottom of my signature.
www.cinderpontiac.blogspot.com (http://www.cinderpontiac.blogspot.com)
Great photos Smokey. Looks like a fun trip.
Thats really damn cool, Im jealous.
Hey, your wife is kind of hot! I thought you liked boys.
-
'12'
SmokeyG
Greetings from Bergen, Norway.
Pictures?
Click the blog address at the bottom of my signature.
www.cinderpontiac.blogspot.com (http://www.cinderpontiac.blogspot.com)
Great photos Smokey. Looks like a fun trip.
Thats really damn cool, Im jealous.
Hey, your wife is kind of hot! I thought you liked boys.
Ahhh yes, the forbidden fruit...
-
'12'
SmokeyG
Greetings from Bergen, Norway.
Pictures?
Click the blog address at the bottom of my signature.
www.cinderpontiac.blogspot.com (http://www.cinderpontiac.blogspot.com)
Great photos Smokey. Looks like a fun trip.
Thats really damn cool, Im jealous.
Hey, your wife is kind of hot! I thought you liked boys.
Ahhh yes, the forbidden fruit...
your wife or the little boys?
-
What the fuck are you doing in Norway, man. Seriously... I mean, I can't really read all the details right now because I had too many beers tonight and can't hardly see my keyboard... fuck, shit--i just dumped a full beer. Dammit... your fault here Smokes :wacko: ...
Um, no--but, really... are you in hiding or something? What the fuck did you do man? Why Norway? Have you ever looked into Maui? That place is pretty solid. $7 for a glass of orange juice, you have to mortgage a beer and a bunch of half nekkid chics shakin their asses with coca-NUTS on their titties 'boob' .
I wil apologize tomorrow for this worthless post. Bike safely in Norway, Lance.
-
Greetings from Aviemore, Scotland
new pictures posted - including my buttcrack as pointed out by the kid....
follow the link below my signature.
-
Greetings from Aviemore, Scotland
new pictures posted - including my buttcrack as pointed out by the kid....
follow the link below my signature.
That is one bad ass trip. Thanks for sharing. Very cool.
-
Greetings from Aviemore, Scotland
new pictures posted - including my buttcrack as pointed out by the kid....
follow the link below my signature.
That is one bad ass trip. Thanks for sharing. Very cool.
Smokey, I hear Hagis makes you a sex maniac. Any thoughts?
-
Greetings from Aviemore, Scotland
new pictures posted - including my buttcrack as pointed out by the kid....
follow the link below my signature.
That is one bad ass trip. Thanks for sharing. Very cool.
Smokey, I hear Hagis makes you a sex maniac. Any thoughts?
I've only eaten Hagis once on my trip. YES.
I attended a Highland Games festival (a bunch of Scotish guys doing Scotish things in Kilts) and I signed up for the Hagis eating competition. Mainly for the pictures. Unfortunately, they forgot to cook the hagis and it never occured. It was a flacid evening. But I chuckle when I think what could have been....
-
Greetings from Aviemore, Scotland
new pictures posted - including my buttcrack as pointed out by the kid....
follow the link below my signature.
That is one bad ass trip. Thanks for sharing. Very cool.
Smokey, I hear Hagis makes you a sex maniac. Any thoughts?
I've only eaten Hagis once on my trip. YES.
I attended a Highland Games festival (a bunch of Scotish guys doing Scotish things in Kilts) and I signed up for the Hagis eating competition. Mainly for the pictures. Unfortunately, they forgot to cook the hagis and it never occured. It was a flacid evening. But I chuckle when I think what could have been....
Cobblestone vs Ass? sounds mildly painful yet ....... oh, glad Scottish mum didn't put you under her car, I'd miss your wit.But your newly found fascination with cows may be illegal in most of the States.Perhaps only scottish cows whisper sweet nothings to you? Your blog is awesome.
Hope your enjoying the trip.
-
SMOKEY!!! (http://www.movieweb.com/video/HUgJ5mknIVvnjo) Write on your fucking page!
-
SMOKEY!!! (http://www.movieweb.com/video/HUgJ5mknIVvnjo) Write on your fucking page!
Sorry fellas. October needs me now....
Give me a topic and perhaps I will supply a short narrative for your enjoyment.
-
SMOKEY!!! (http://www.movieweb.com/video/HUgJ5mknIVvnjo)Â Write on your fucking page!
Sorry fellas. October needs me now....
Give me a topic and perhaps I will supply a short narrative for your enjoyment.
What do you think 5 major indicators are to determine if the economy is starting to improve.
-
SMOKEY!!! (http://www.movieweb.com/video/HUgJ5mknIVvnjo)Â Write on your fucking page!
Sorry fellas. October needs me now....
Give me a topic and perhaps I will supply a short narrative for your enjoyment.
What do you think 5 major indicators are to determine if the economy is starting to improve.
Better still, what are the 5 indicators that a quitter is beginning to plan their own cave... we all know that this planning stage does happen, and vets sure as hell can see it coming if they pay attention.
-
SMOKEY!!! (http://www.movieweb.com/video/HUgJ5mknIVvnjo)Â Write on your fucking page!
Sorry fellas. October needs me now....
Give me a topic and perhaps I will supply a short narrative for your enjoyment.
What do you think 5 major indicators are to determine if the economy is starting to improve.
Better still, what are the 5 indicators that a quitter is beginning to plan their own cave... we all know that this planning stage does happen, and vets sure as hell can see it coming if they pay attention.
Ooohhh, this could be a lively discussion. I'll throw in my two cents, but we need a dollar.
I don't believe in a planned cave. I have strung together 100+ days in the past and I have caved on an absolute whim. So, I will tell you how I came to buy a 25 cent special Grizzly Long Cut Straight from a 7-11 clerk after he couldn't give me directions to a swimming pool located less than two blocks from his store....
1) I distanced myself from my support network. My nicotine cessation group had a one month "hoorah for us" Chinese dinner celebration. It was great. We all exchanged contact information and I intentionally gave the wrong phone number because I was ready to do this thing on my own. I was one of only two people who hadn't caved during the first 30 days in class.
2) I did not have a forum to vent my frustrations. I often found myself blaming my wife (then girlfriend) for things that stemmed from my own behavior. I had no fuse with my students. My rage was pent up and growing.
3) I grew extremely complacent with my quit. I had a little 30 day calendar and 30 stickers that I could place for every day I remained quit. I hung that on my fridge with the same pride JpCrew pinned up his 2.3 miracle semester Junior year in HS. After that, I stopped keeping track with stickers. After two months, I lost track in my head and soon after I just stopped thinking about my quit altogether. Why think about it if you are quit, right? I owned that shit.
4) When my wife asked me how my quit was going, I would start to feel a bit irritated. What does it have to do with her? I came to resent her probing into my personal struggle and eventually convinced myself that she was why I had quit. I forgot the personal moment when I declared, "I choose to control my future" as I tossed my last tin the garbage in front of my quit group. My addiction took over and changed that to "My wife chooses to control my future".
5) The big shabang. Intense moment of stress piled on top of a craving right in front of a 25 cent special rack and I had no support, tons of pent up frustrations, no pride in my own quit, and a girlfriend constantly telling me what to do. One won't hurt?
CAVING IS NOT AN OPTION! You can never have just one.
-
SMOKEY!!! (http://www.movieweb.com/video/HUgJ5mknIVvnjo)Â Write on your fucking page!
Sorry fellas. October needs me now....
Give me a topic and perhaps I will supply a short narrative for your enjoyment.
What do you think 5 major indicators are to determine if the economy is starting to improve.
1. Slowing Unemployment
2. Decreasing inventory levels
3. Increased availability in commercial credit
4. Stable housing prices
5. Increased Corporate earnings outlook
Hang in the JPCrew, credit spreads have already begun to contract signaling that corporate default rates are not expected to be as bad as first thought. Earnings projections for the SP 500 have crept up, and there is no reason to worry about inflation in the near future...better times are on the horizon.
Or we are all fukt.
-
SMOKEY!!! (http://www.movieweb.com/video/HUgJ5mknIVvnjo)Â Write on your fucking page!
Sorry fellas. October needs me now....
Give me a topic and perhaps I will supply a short narrative for your enjoyment.
What do you think 5 major indicators are to determine if the economy is starting to improve.
Better still, what are the 5 indicators that a quitter is beginning to plan their own cave... we all know that this planning stage does happen, and vets sure as hell can see it coming if they pay attention.
Ooohhh, this could be a lively discussion. I'll throw in my two cents, but we need a dollar.
I don't believe in a planned cave. I have strung together 100+ days in the past and I have caved on an absolute whim. So, I will tell you how I came to buy a 25 cent special Grizzly Long Cut Straight from a 7-11 clerk after he couldn't give me directions to a swimming pool located less than two blocks from his store....
1) I distanced myself from my support network. My nicotine cessation group had a one month "hoorah for us" Chinese dinner celebration. It was great. We all exchanged contact information and I intentionally gave the wrong phone number because I was ready to do this thing on my own. I was one of only two people who hadn't caved during the first 30 days in class.
2) I did not have a forum to vent my frustrations. I often found myself blaming my wife (then girlfriend) for things that stemmed from my own behavior. I had no fuse with my students. My rage was pent up and growing.
3) I grew extremely complacent with my quit. I had a little 30 day calendar and 30 stickers that I could place for every day I remained quit. I hung that on my fridge with the same pride JpCrew pinned up his 2.3 miracle semester Junior year in HS. After that, I stopped keeping track with stickers. After two months, I lost track in my head and soon after I just stopped thinking about my quit altogether. Why think about it if you are quit, right? I owned that shit.
4) When my wife asked me how my quit was going, I would start to feel a bit irritated. What does it have to do with her? I came to resent her probing into my personal struggle and eventually convinced myself that she was why I had quit. I forgot the personal moment when I declared, "I choose to control my future" as I tossed my last tin the garbage in front of my quit group. My addiction took over and changed that to "My wife chooses to control my future".
5) The big shabang. Intense moment of stress piled on top of a craving right in front of a 25 cent special rack and I had no support, tons of pent up frustrations, no pride in my own quit, and a girlfriend constantly telling me what to do. One won't hurt?
CAVING IS NOT AN OPTION! You can never have just one.
Told this story before but I think it's worth repeating...I quit once for 27 days. This was maybe 13 years ago. My close friends were blown away that I had quit and admitted to me that they had been wrong. I am the chupracabra. The Kid. I rule.
Monday. Had to teach a class in San Diego. I'm not a big fan of public speaking - kinda stresses me out. As I drove down from Ventura I ran out of the fake mint snuff. No big deal, when I got to San Diego I just went to a 7-11 to get some more. They were out. So was the next one. I didn't know the area. Random convenience stores didn't carry it. The clock was ticking. One more 7-11. No mint snuff? I'll take the Copenhagen.
It wasn't that I planned to cave. It's that I failed to plan, then caved.
For those that do plan to cave, it's my belief that the #1 reason is that they forgot why they quit. My reasons are written down in back and white right by the coffee maker.
-
SMOKEY!!! (http://www.movieweb.com/video/HUgJ5mknIVvnjo)Â Write on your fucking page!
Sorry fellas. October needs me now....
Give me a topic and perhaps I will supply a short narrative for your enjoyment.
What do you think 5 major indicators are to determine if the economy is starting to improve.
Better still, what are the 5 indicators that a quitter is beginning to plan their own cave... we all know that this planning stage does happen, and vets sure as hell can see it coming if they pay attention.
Ooohhh, this could be a lively discussion. I'll throw in my two cents, but we need a dollar.
I don't believe in a planned cave. I have strung together 100+ days in the past and I have caved on an absolute whim. So, I will tell you how I came to buy a 25 cent special Grizzly Long Cut Straight from a 7-11 clerk after he couldn't give me directions to a swimming pool located less than two blocks from his store....
1) I distanced myself from my support network. My nicotine cessation group had a one month "hoorah for us" Chinese dinner celebration. It was great. We all exchanged contact information and I intentionally gave the wrong phone number because I was ready to do this thing on my own. I was one of only two people who hadn't caved during the first 30 days in class.
2) I did not have a forum to vent my frustrations. I often found myself blaming my wife (then girlfriend) for things that stemmed from my own behavior. I had no fuse with my students. My rage was pent up and growing.
3) I grew extremely complacent with my quit. I had a little 30 day calendar and 30 stickers that I could place for every day I remained quit. I hung that on my fridge with the same pride JpCrew pinned up his 2.3 miracle semester Junior year in HS. After that, I stopped keeping track with stickers. After two months, I lost track in my head and soon after I just stopped thinking about my quit altogether. Why think about it if you are quit, right? I owned that shit.
4) When my wife asked me how my quit was going, I would start to feel a bit irritated. What does it have to do with her? I came to resent her probing into my personal struggle and eventually convinced myself that she was why I had quit. I forgot the personal moment when I declared, "I choose to control my future" as I tossed my last tin the garbage in front of my quit group. My addiction took over and changed that to "My wife chooses to control my future".
5) The big shabang. Intense moment of stress piled on top of a craving right in front of a 25 cent special rack and I had no support, tons of pent up frustrations, no pride in my own quit, and a girlfriend constantly telling me what to do. One won't hurt?
CAVING IS NOT AN OPTION! You can never have just one.
Told this story before but I think it's worth repeating...I quit once for 27 days. This was maybe 13 years ago. My close friends were blown away that I had quit and admitted to me that they had been wrong. I am the chupracabra. The Kid. I rule.
Monday. Had to teach a class in San Diego. I'm not a big fan of public speaking - kinda stresses me out. As I drove down from Ventura I ran out of the fake mint snuff. No big deal, when I got to San Diego I just went to a 7-11 to get some more. They were out. So was the next one. I didn't know the area. Random convenience stores didn't carry it. The clock was ticking. One more 7-11. No mint snuff? I'll take the Copenhagen.
It wasn't that I planned to cave. It's that I failed to plan, then caved.
For those that do plan to cave, it's my belief that the #1 reason is that they forgot why they quit. My reasons are written down in back and white right by the coffee maker.
i started when i was 14 and 'tried' a quit once about 3 years ago and faked a quit two years ago to please the wife. in the failed quit, i tried using nrp and it was useless, simply used the gum more than i did tobacco because my wife let me use the gum in front of her, i think at that time i used more nic in a day than ever before in my addiction. after about 3 weeks i quit spending the money on the gum and went back to the dip, i actually justified it by saying at least i'm not sending anymore money to big pharm. the second was my stealth quit, i figured if i ninjaed(yep, new word in my personal unabridged dictionary volume 3) better the wife would think i was quit and would leave me alone. i guess the details of how that went are just filled with screaming, accusations, and the idea that somehow my wife just didn't get me. then came the summer of 2009. my boys and i drove to florida and the wife flew down to meet us(not on her broom). wpw, i was in dipping heaven....BUTthat's a big but, i found myself dipping more and more. i was cold busted cans everywhere, spitters everywhere, when the wife got there, she was one pissed spouse but didn't say anything. well, vacation ended, she flew home, i drove the boys. sitting in the car sucking on a fatty my 10 year old say to me "dad, you are really being a bad influence on me." hell i've heard that about a million times but some how it stuck. we got home i bought what became my last roll. on july 17, i cracked the third can of the day, had started the day with an open can, do the math; fourth can of the day, at around 11:00 pm, looked in the bathroom mirror and said to myself, "Self, this is bullshit." dumped the can, flushed it, and went to bed. the next day i found this site, actually had to email chewie to sign up, computer problem, and haven't looked back. i will no longer be a liar to my wife and kids. i will be the role model my kids deserve. i will be my quit and will never look back.
-
Anyone else want in on this?
Just Quote CD's message below and tell your tale....
-
SMOKEY!!! (http://www.movieweb.com/video/HUgJ5mknIVvnjo)Â Write on your fucking page!
Sorry fellas. October needs me now....
Give me a topic and perhaps I will supply a short narrative for your enjoyment.
What do you think 5 major indicators are to determine if the economy is starting to improve.
Better still, what are the 5 indicators that a quitter is beginning to plan their own cave... we all know that this planning stage does happen, and vets sure as hell can see it coming if they pay attention.
Ooohhh, this could be a lively discussion. I'll throw in my two cents, but we need a dollar.
I don't believe in a planned cave. I have strung together 100+ days in the past and I have caved on an absolute whim. So, I will tell you how I came to buy a 25 cent special Grizzly Long Cut Straight from a 7-11 clerk after he couldn't give me directions to a swimming pool located less than two blocks from his store....
1) I distanced myself from my support network. My nicotine cessation group had a one month "hoorah for us" Chinese dinner celebration. It was great. We all exchanged contact information and I intentionally gave the wrong phone number because I was ready to do this thing on my own. I was one of only two people who hadn't caved during the first 30 days in class.
2) I did not have a forum to vent my frustrations. I often found myself blaming my wife (then girlfriend) for things that stemmed from my own behavior. I had no fuse with my students. My rage was pent up and growing.
3) I grew extremely complacent with my quit. I had a little 30 day calendar and 30 stickers that I could place for every day I remained quit. I hung that on my fridge with the same pride JpCrew pinned up his 2.3 miracle semester Junior year in HS. After that, I stopped keeping track with stickers. After two months, I lost track in my head and soon after I just stopped thinking about my quit altogether. Why think about it if you are quit, right? I owned that shit.
4) When my wife asked me how my quit was going, I would start to feel a bit irritated. What does it have to do with her? I came to resent her probing into my personal struggle and eventually convinced myself that she was why I had quit. I forgot the personal moment when I declared, "I choose to control my future" as I tossed my last tin the garbage in front of my quit group. My addiction took over and changed that to "My wife chooses to control my future".
5) The big shabang. Intense moment of stress piled on top of a craving right in front of a 25 cent special rack and I had no support, tons of pent up frustrations, no pride in my own quit, and a girlfriend constantly telling me what to do. One won't hurt?
CAVING IS NOT AN OPTION! You can never have just one.
Told this story before but I think it's worth repeating...I quit once for 27 days. This was maybe 13 years ago. My close friends were blown away that I had quit and admitted to me that they had been wrong. I am the chupracabra. The Kid. I rule.
Monday. Had to teach a class in San Diego. I'm not a big fan of public speaking - kinda stresses me out. As I drove down from Ventura I ran out of the fake mint snuff. No big deal, when I got to San Diego I just went to a 7-11 to get some more. They were out. So was the next one. I didn't know the area. Random convenience stores didn't carry it. The clock was ticking. One more 7-11. No mint snuff? I'll take the Copenhagen.
It wasn't that I planned to cave. It's that I failed to plan, then caved.
For those that do plan to cave, it's my belief that the #1 reason is that they forgot why they quit. My reasons are written down in back and white right by the coffee maker.
i started when i was 14 and 'tried' a quit once about 3 years ago and faked a quit two years ago to please the wife. in the failed quit, i tried using nrp and it was useless, simply used the gum more than i did tobacco because my wife let me use the gum in front of her, i think at that time i used more nic in a day than ever before in my addiction. after about 3 weeks i quit spending the money on the gum and went back to the dip, i actually justified it by saying at least i'm not sending anymore money to big pharm. the second was my stealth quit, i figured if i ninjaed(yep, new word in my personal unabridged dictionary volume 3) better the wife would think i was quit and would leave me alone. i guess the details of how that went are just filled with screaming, accusations, and the idea that somehow my wife just didn't get me. then came the summer of 2009. my boys and i drove to florida and the wife flew down to meet us(not on her broom). wpw, i was in dipping heaven....BUTthat's a big but, i found myself dipping more and more. i was cold busted cans everywhere, spitters everywhere, when the wife got there, she was one pissed spouse but didn't say anything. well, vacation ended, she flew home, i drove the boys. sitting in the car sucking on a fatty my 10 year old say to me "dad, you are really being a bad influence on me." hell i've heard that about a million times but some how it stuck. we got home i bought what became my last roll. on july 17, i cracked the third can of the day, had started the day with an open can, do the math; fourth can of the day, at around 11:00 pm, looked in the bathroom mirror and said to myself, "Self, this is bullshit." dumped the can, flushed it, and went to bed. the next day i found this site, actually had to email chewie to sign up, computer problem, and haven't looked back. i will no longer be a liar to my wife and kids. i will be the role model my kids deserve. i will be my quit and will never look back.
Somebody once told me that it's not enough to not go looking for trouble, you have to actively avoid it. I planned alot of caves. Before I found KTC I had a fairly serious quit a few years ago. I used NRT's (improperly) and didn't chew or Smoke for 6 months. All well and good but I caved out at the duck club during hunting season. I then rationalized my cave with I can control my use. I just would smoke one cig a night after work. That worked for about a week. Then it was two then 20, then I was smoking like a crack head so I decided I better start dipping again because all those cigs couldn't be good. So I quit again to gain control, I would only chew on a rigid schedule and cut down slowly. Good plan? nope. I started by not dipping for an hour after I woke up, then two then three etc etc. After awhile I would go all day and then start dipping at 6 or so. I would then proceed to chew a can in 6 or 7 hours, staying up late to keep dipping. Hmmmn this planned out cessation program wasn't working so I changed it again. The new plan was to go a day then two then three etc and after each successful abstinence program I would reward myself with a big fat wedge. That worked for a little while too, I got up to a week before I would gobble down a can or two and then start over. Can you imagine? I made myself go thru the three day withdrawl over and over again. Needless to say I was a dick during this period. I pissed off everybody, or they pissed off me. I rationalized this as I must have chewed to help me not want to kill people. Thing was it was the dip that made me so hostile, or the withdrawls rather. I am still amazed I didn't get a divorce due to my chronic assholism.
Every quit had some rule where I could chew or smoke if I quit for such and such a time period. The cave was my reward for quitting. Duh no wonder I could never get it under control. That pattern was so ingrained in my pea brain that I actually considered having a dip to celebrate my HOF. I earned it right? FUCK ME RUNNING I am a naughty little addict. I still plan my caves, but the difference is I recognize what Im doing.
5 Steps to a planned cave, I dunno, prob different for everybody.
On this site I should say it starts with an excuse to not post, My internet, grandma, car, house, bike, girdle, vagina, airconditioning broke so I won't be around for a few days. Second is a lack of vigilence due to leaving the site. Very easy to forget your addiction when your not forced to confront it everyday thru KTC. 3rd you become over confident in your self control. You don't post and you hardly ever think about dip so you must be a beacon of self control right? WRONG.
At this point your primed for a cave, planned or not. I guess step five is to stuff that cancer causing dirt flavored puke inducing worm shit into your yap.
SM
-
SMOKEY!!! (http://www.movieweb.com/video/HUgJ5mknIVvnjo)Â Write on your fucking page!
Sorry fellas. October needs me now....
Give me a topic and perhaps I will supply a short narrative for your enjoyment.
What do you think 5 major indicators are to determine if the economy is starting to improve.
Better still, what are the 5 indicators that a quitter is beginning to plan their own cave... we all know that this planning stage does happen, and vets sure as hell can see it coming if they pay attention.
Ooohhh, this could be a lively discussion. I'll throw in my two cents, but we need a dollar.
I don't believe in a planned cave. I have strung together 100+ days in the past and I have caved on an absolute whim. So, I will tell you how I came to buy a 25 cent special Grizzly Long Cut Straight from a 7-11 clerk after he couldn't give me directions to a swimming pool located less than two blocks from his store....
1) I distanced myself from my support network. My nicotine cessation group had a one month "hoorah for us" Chinese dinner celebration. It was great. We all exchanged contact information and I intentionally gave the wrong phone number because I was ready to do this thing on my own. I was one of only two people who hadn't caved during the first 30 days in class.
2) I did not have a forum to vent my frustrations. I often found myself blaming my wife (then girlfriend) for things that stemmed from my own behavior. I had no fuse with my students. My rage was pent up and growing.
3) I grew extremely complacent with my quit. I had a little 30 day calendar and 30 stickers that I could place for every day I remained quit. I hung that on my fridge with the same pride JpCrew pinned up his 2.3 miracle semester Junior year in HS. After that, I stopped keeping track with stickers. After two months, I lost track in my head and soon after I just stopped thinking about my quit altogether. Why think about it if you are quit, right? I owned that shit.
4) When my wife asked me how my quit was going, I would start to feel a bit irritated. What does it have to do with her? I came to resent her probing into my personal struggle and eventually convinced myself that she was why I had quit. I forgot the personal moment when I declared, "I choose to control my future" as I tossed my last tin the garbage in front of my quit group. My addiction took over and changed that to "My wife chooses to control my future".
5) The big shabang. Intense moment of stress piled on top of a craving right in front of a 25 cent special rack and I had no support, tons of pent up frustrations, no pride in my own quit, and a girlfriend constantly telling me what to do. One won't hurt?
CAVING IS NOT AN OPTION! You can never have just one.
Told this story before but I think it's worth repeating...I quit once for 27 days. This was maybe 13 years ago. My close friends were blown away that I had quit and admitted to me that they had been wrong. I am the chupracabra. The Kid. I rule.
Monday. Had to teach a class in San Diego. I'm not a big fan of public speaking - kinda stresses me out. As I drove down from Ventura I ran out of the fake mint snuff. No big deal, when I got to San Diego I just went to a 7-11 to get some more. They were out. So was the next one. I didn't know the area. Random convenience stores didn't carry it. The clock was ticking. One more 7-11. No mint snuff? I'll take the Copenhagen.
It wasn't that I planned to cave. It's that I failed to plan, then caved.
For those that do plan to cave, it's my belief that the #1 reason is that they forgot why they quit. My reasons are written down in back and white right by the coffee maker.
i started when i was 14 and 'tried' a quit once about 3 years ago and faked a quit two years ago to please the wife. in the failed quit, i tried using nrp and it was useless, simply used the gum more than i did tobacco because my wife let me use the gum in front of her, i think at that time i used more nic in a day than ever before in my addiction. after about 3 weeks i quit spending the money on the gum and went back to the dip, i actually justified it by saying at least i'm not sending anymore money to big pharm. the second was my stealth quit, i figured if i ninjaed(yep, new word in my personal unabridged dictionary volume 3) better the wife would think i was quit and would leave me alone. i guess the details of how that went are just filled with screaming, accusations, and the idea that somehow my wife just didn't get me. then came the summer of 2009. my boys and i drove to florida and the wife flew down to meet us(not on her broom). wpw, i was in dipping heaven....BUTthat's a big but, i found myself dipping more and more. i was cold busted cans everywhere, spitters everywhere, when the wife got there, she was one pissed spouse but didn't say anything. well, vacation ended, she flew home, i drove the boys. sitting in the car sucking on a fatty my 10 year old say to me "dad, you are really being a bad influence on me." hell i've heard that about a million times but some how it stuck. we got home i bought what became my last roll. on july 17, i cracked the third can of the day, had started the day with an open can, do the math; fourth can of the day, at around 11:00 pm, looked in the bathroom mirror and said to myself, "Self, this is bullshit." dumped the can, flushed it, and went to bed. the next day i found this site, actually had to email chewie to sign up, computer problem, and haven't looked back. i will no longer be a liar to my wife and kids. i will be the role model my kids deserve. i will be my quit and will never look back.
Somebody once told me that it's not enough to not go looking for trouble, you have to actively avoid it. I planned alot of caves. Before I found KTC I had a fairly serious quit a few years ago. I used NRT's (improperly) and didn't chew or Smoke for 6 months. All well and good but I caved out at the duck club during hunting season. I then rationalized my cave with I can control my use. I just would smoke one cig a night after work. That worked for about a week. Then it was two then 20, then I was smoking like a crack head so I decided I better start dipping again because all those cigs couldn't be good. So I quit again to gain control, I would only chew on a rigid schedule and cut down slowly. Good plan? nope. I started by not dipping for an hour after I woke up, then two then three etc etc. After awhile I would go all day and then start dipping at 6 or so. I would then proceed to chew a can in 6 or 7 hours, staying up late to keep dipping. Hmmmn this planned out cessation program wasn't working so I changed it again. The new plan was to go a day then two then three etc and after each successful abstinence program I would reward myself with a big fat wedge. That worked for a little while too, I got up to a week before I would gobble down a can or two and then start over. Can you imagine? I made myself go thru the three day withdrawl over and over again. Needless to say I was a dick during this period. I pissed off everybody, or they pissed off me. I rationalized this as I must have chewed to help me not want to kill people. Thing was it was the dip that made me so hostile, or the withdrawls rather. I am still amazed I didn't get a divorce due to my chronic assholism.
Every quit had some rule where I could chew or smoke if I quit for such and such a time period. The cave was my reward for quitting. Duh no wonder I could never get it under control. That pattern was so ingrained in my pea brain that I actually considered having a dip to celebrate my HOF. I earned it right? FUCK ME RUNNING I am a naughty little addict. I still plan my caves, but the difference is I recognize what Im doing.
5 Steps to a planned cave, I dunno, prob different for everybody.
On this site I should say it starts with an excuse to not post, My internet, grandma, car, house, bike, girdle, vagina, airconditioning broke so I won't be around for a few days. Second is a lack of vigilence due to leaving the site. Very easy to forget your addiction when your not forced to confront it everyday thru KTC. 3rd you become over confident in your self control. You don't post and you hardly ever think about dip so you must be a beacon of self control right? WRONG.
At this point your primed for a cave, planned or not. I guess step five is to stuff that cancer causing dirt flavored puke inducing worm shit into your yap.
SM
Damn! I thought MY logic was toxic back when I was a dipper. Skoalmonster puts me to shame. I mean Da---yuuuum.
I think most caves spring from one of two different falacies:
THE RECOVERY FALACY: The notion that once we've stopped nic usage for some period of time, that we're somehow "cured" of our addiction. Hell, President Obama hisownself said just a couple months ago, regarding his cigarette addiction, "I'm about 95% cured at this point." Right. If you think you can handle occasional nic use, you're done. Put a fork in ya.
The successful lifetime quitter is the one who KNOWS, deep down in his bones, that he's an incurable nicotice addict. He looks in the mirror every morning and sees a junkie. A healthy junkie, but a junkie just the same.
THE STRESS FALACY: The notion that we'll be able to cope with some bad turn of events more easily if we are using tobacco.
Of course, the only thing that nicotine does for us mentally is reduce the nicotine withdrawals that come from not using nicotine. You want to see a situation go from bad to worse? Throw all the guilt and shame of a ruined quit right on top of your real-life problems and see how that feels. Better? Well...ummm...no. Worse.
Bottom line...what's the best 'leading indicator' for a cave? It's when you start believing the lies the nic bitch tells you. You know how to tell when she's lying? When her lips are moving.
-
Better still, what are the 5 indicators that a quitter is beginning to plan their own cave... we all know that this planning stage does happen, and vets sure as hell can see it coming if they pay attention.
Ooohhh, this could be a lively discussion. I'll throw in my two cents, but we need a dollar.
I don't believe in a planned cave. I have strung together 100+ days in the past and I have caved on an absolute whim. So, I will tell you how I came to buy a 25 cent special Grizzly Long Cut Straight from a 7-11 clerk after he couldn't give me directions to a swimming pool located less than two blocks from his store....
1) I distanced myself from my support network. My nicotine cessation group had a one month "hoorah for us" Chinese dinner celebration. It was great. We all exchanged contact information and I intentionally gave the wrong phone number because I was ready to do this thing on my own. I was one of only two people who hadn't caved during the first 30 days in class.
2) I did not have a forum to vent my frustrations. I often found myself blaming my wife (then girlfriend) for things that stemmed from my own behavior. I had no fuse with my students. My rage was pent up and growing.
3) I grew extremely complacent with my quit. I had a little 30 day calendar and 30 stickers that I could place for every day I remained quit. I hung that on my fridge with the same pride JpCrew pinned up his 2.3 miracle semester Junior year in HS. After that, I stopped keeping track with stickers. After two months, I lost track in my head and soon after I just stopped thinking about my quit altogether. Why think about it if you are quit, right? I owned that shit.
4) When my wife asked me how my quit was going, I would start to feel a bit irritated. What does it have to do with her? I came to resent her probing into my personal struggle and eventually convinced myself that she was why I had quit. I forgot the personal moment when I declared, "I choose to control my future" as I tossed my last tin the garbage in front of my quit group. My addiction took over and changed that to "My wife chooses to control my future".
5) The big shabang. Intense moment of stress piled on top of a craving right in front of a 25 cent special rack and I had no support, tons of pent up frustrations, no pride in my own quit, and a girlfriend constantly telling me what to do. One won't hurt?
CAVING IS NOT AN OPTION! You can never have just one.
Told this story before but I think it's worth repeating...I quit once for 27 days. This was maybe 13 years ago. My close friends were blown away that I had quit and admitted to me that they had been wrong. I am the chupracabra. The Kid. I rule.
Monday. Had to teach a class in San Diego. I'm not a big fan of public speaking - kinda stresses me out. As I drove down from Ventura I ran out of the fake mint snuff. No big deal, when I got to San Diego I just went to a 7-11 to get some more. They were out. So was the next one. I didn't know the area. Random convenience stores didn't carry it. The clock was ticking. One more 7-11. No mint snuff? I'll take the Copenhagen.
It wasn't that I planned to cave. It's that I failed to plan, then caved.
For those that do plan to cave, it's my belief that the #1 reason is that they forgot why they quit. My reasons are written down in back and white right by the coffee maker.
i started when i was 14 and 'tried' a quit once about 3 years ago and faked a quit two years ago to please the wife. in the failed quit, i tried using nrp and it was useless, simply used the gum more than i did tobacco because my wife let me use the gum in front of her, i think at that time i used more nic in a day than ever before in my addiction. after about 3 weeks i quit spending the money on the gum and went back to the dip, i actually justified it by saying at least i'm not sending anymore money to big pharm. the second was my stealth quit, i figured if i ninjaed(yep, new word in my personal unabridged dictionary volume 3) better the wife would think i was quit and would leave me alone. i guess the details of how that went are just filled with screaming, accusations, and the idea that somehow my wife just didn't get me. then came the summer of 2009. my boys and i drove to florida and the wife flew down to meet us(not on her broom). wpw, i was in dipping heaven....BUTthat's a big but, i found myself dipping more and more. i was cold busted cans everywhere, spitters everywhere, when the wife got there, she was one pissed spouse but didn't say anything. well, vacation ended, she flew home, i drove the boys. sitting in the car sucking on a fatty my 10 year old say to me "dad, you are really being a bad influence on me." hell i've heard that about a million times but some how it stuck. we got home i bought what became my last roll. on july 17, i cracked the third can of the day, had started the day with an open can, do the math; fourth can of the day, at around 11:00 pm, looked in the bathroom mirror and said to myself, "Self, this is bullshit." dumped the can, flushed it, and went to bed. the next day i found this site, actually had to email chewie to sign up, computer problem, and haven't looked back. i will no longer be a liar to my wife and kids. i will be the role model my kids deserve. i will be my quit and will never look back.
Somebody once told me that it's not enough to not go looking for trouble, you have to actively avoid it. I planned alot of caves. Before I found KTC I had a fairly serious quit a few years ago. I used NRT's (improperly) and didn't chew or Smoke for 6 months. All well and good but I caved out at the duck club during hunting season. I then rationalized my cave with I can control my use. I just would smoke one cig a night after work. That worked for about a week. Then it was two then 20, then I was smoking like a crack head so I decided I better start dipping again because all those cigs couldn't be good. So I quit again to gain control, I would only chew on a rigid schedule and cut down slowly. Good plan? nope. I started by not dipping for an hour after I woke up, then two then three etc etc. After awhile I would go all day and then start dipping at 6 or so. I would then proceed to chew a can in 6 or 7 hours, staying up late to keep dipping. Hmmmn this planned out cessation program wasn't working so I changed it again. The new plan was to go a day then two then three etc and after each successful abstinence program I would reward myself with a big fat wedge. That worked for a little while too, I got up to a week before I would gobble down a can or two and then start over. Can you imagine? I made myself go thru the three day withdrawl over and over again. Needless to say I was a dick during this period. I pissed off everybody, or they pissed off me. I rationalized this as I must have chewed to help me not want to kill people. Thing was it was the dip that made me so hostile, or the withdrawls rather. I am still amazed I didn't get a divorce due to my chronic assholism.
Every quit had some rule where I could chew or smoke if I quit for such and such a time period. The cave was my reward for quitting. Duh no wonder I could never get it under control. That pattern was so ingrained in my pea brain that I actually considered having a dip to celebrate my HOF. I earned it right? FUCK ME RUNNING I am a naughty little addict. I still plan my caves, but the difference is I recognize what Im doing.
5 Steps to a planned cave, I dunno, prob different for everybody.
On this site I should say it starts with an excuse to not post, My internet, grandma, car, house, bike, girdle, vagina, airconditioning broke so I won't be around for a few days. Second is a lack of vigilence due to leaving the site. Very easy to forget your addiction when your not forced to confront it everyday thru KTC. 3rd you become over confident in your self control. You don't post and you hardly ever think about dip so you must be a beacon of self control right? WRONG.
At this point your primed for a cave, planned or not. I guess step five is to stuff that cancer causing dirt flavored puke inducing worm shit into your yap.
SM
Damn! I thought MY logic was toxic back when I was a dipper. Skoalmonster puts me to shame. I mean Da---yuuuum.
I think most caves spring from one of two different falacies:
THE RECOVERY FALACY: The notion that once we've stopped nic usage for some period of time, that we're somehow "cured" of our addiction. Hell, President Obama hisownself said just a couple months ago, regarding his cigarette addiction, "I'm about 95% cured at this point." Right. If you think you can handle occasional nic use, you're done. Put a fork in ya.
The successful lifetime quitter is the one who KNOWS, deep down in his bones, that he's an incurable nicotice addict. He looks in the mirror every morning and sees a junkie. A healthy junkie, but a junkie just the same.
THE STRESS FALACY: The notion that we'll be able to cope with some bad turn of events more easily if we are using tobacco.
Of course, the only thing that nicotine does for us mentally is reduce the nicotine withdrawals that come from not using nicotine. You want to see a situation go from bad to worse? Throw all the guilt and shame of a ruined quit right on top of your real-life problems and see how that feels. Better? Well...ummm...no. Worse.
Bottom line...what's the best 'leading indicator' for a cave? It's when you start believing the lies the nic bitch tells you. You know how to tell when she's lying? When her lips are moving.
This shit is brilliant... well done fellas.
-
Great start. If you can relate to anything said below, add your experience. Just quote Chewie's post.
-
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SMOKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'party2' 'party2' 'party2' 'party2'
-
Wahoo - thanks all. It feels good to finally be 62. Denny's senior discount tonight!
-
old enough now to get that wonderful socialized medical plan called Medicare? :D ...happy birthday!!!
-
Better still, what are the 5 indicators that a quitter is beginning to plan their own cave... we all know that this planning stage does happen, and vets sure as hell can see it coming if they pay attention.
Ooohhh, this could be a lively discussion. I'll throw in my two cents, but we need a dollar.
I don't believe in a planned cave. I have strung together 100+ days in the past and I have caved on an absolute whim. So, I will tell you how I came to buy a 25 cent special Grizzly Long Cut Straight from a 7-11 clerk after he couldn't give me directions to a swimming pool located less than two blocks from his store....
1) I distanced myself from my support network. My nicotine cessation group had a one month "hoorah for us" Chinese dinner celebration. It was great. We all exchanged contact information and I intentionally gave the wrong phone number because I was ready to do this thing on my own. I was one of only two people who hadn't caved during the first 30 days in class.
2) I did not have a forum to vent my frustrations. I often found myself blaming my wife (then girlfriend) for things that stemmed from my own behavior. I had no fuse with my students. My rage was pent up and growing.
3) I grew extremely complacent with my quit. I had a little 30 day calendar and 30 stickers that I could place for every day I remained quit. I hung that on my fridge with the same pride JpCrew pinned up his 2.3 miracle semester Junior year in HS. After that, I stopped keeping track with stickers. After two months, I lost track in my head and soon after I just stopped thinking about my quit altogether. Why think about it if you are quit, right? I owned that shit.
4) When my wife asked me how my quit was going, I would start to feel a bit irritated. What does it have to do with her? I came to resent her probing into my personal struggle and eventually convinced myself that she was why I had quit. I forgot the personal moment when I declared, "I choose to control my future" as I tossed my last tin the garbage in front of my quit group. My addiction took over and changed that to "My wife chooses to control my future".
5) The big shabang. Intense moment of stress piled on top of a craving right in front of a 25 cent special rack and I had no support, tons of pent up frustrations, no pride in my own quit, and a girlfriend constantly telling me what to do. One won't hurt?
CAVING IS NOT AN OPTION! You can never have just one.
Told this story before but I think it's worth repeating...I quit once for 27 days. This was maybe 13 years ago. My close friends were blown away that I had quit and admitted to me that they had been wrong. I am the chupracabra. The Kid. I rule.
Monday. Had to teach a class in San Diego. I'm not a big fan of public speaking - kinda stresses me out. As I drove down from Ventura I ran out of the fake mint snuff. No big deal, when I got to San Diego I just went to a 7-11 to get some more. They were out. So was the next one. I didn't know the area. Random convenience stores didn't carry it. The clock was ticking. One more 7-11. No mint snuff? I'll take the Copenhagen.
It wasn't that I planned to cave. It's that I failed to plan, then caved.
For those that do plan to cave, it's my belief that the #1 reason is that they forgot why they quit. My reasons are written down in back and white right by the coffee maker.
i started when i was 14 and 'tried' a quit once about 3 years ago and faked a quit two years ago to please the wife. in the failed quit, i tried using nrp and it was useless, simply used the gum more than i did tobacco because my wife let me use the gum in front of her, i think at that time i used more nic in a day than ever before in my addiction. after about 3 weeks i quit spending the money on the gum and went back to the dip, i actually justified it by saying at least i'm not sending anymore money to big pharm. the second was my stealth quit, i figured if i ninjaed(yep, new word in my personal unabridged dictionary volume 3) better the wife would think i was quit and would leave me alone. i guess the details of how that went are just filled with screaming, accusations, and the idea that somehow my wife just didn't get me. then came the summer of 2009. my boys and i drove to florida and the wife flew down to meet us(not on her broom). wpw, i was in dipping heaven....BUTthat's a big but, i found myself dipping more and more. i was cold busted cans everywhere, spitters everywhere, when the wife got there, she was one pissed spouse but didn't say anything. well, vacation ended, she flew home, i drove the boys. sitting in the car sucking on a fatty my 10 year old say to me "dad, you are really being a bad influence on me." hell i've heard that about a million times but some how it stuck. we got home i bought what became my last roll. on july 17, i cracked the third can of the day, had started the day with an open can, do the math; fourth can of the day, at around 11:00 pm, looked in the bathroom mirror and said to myself, "Self, this is bullshit." dumped the can, flushed it, and went to bed. the next day i found this site, actually had to email chewie to sign up, computer problem, and haven't looked back. i will no longer be a liar to my wife and kids. i will be the role model my kids deserve. i will be my quit and will never look back.
Somebody once told me that it's not enough to not go looking for trouble, you have to actively avoid it. I planned alot of caves. Before I found KTC I had a fairly serious quit a few years ago. I used NRT's (improperly) and didn't chew or Smoke for 6 months. All well and good but I caved out at the duck club during hunting season. I then rationalized my cave with I can control my use. I just would smoke one cig a night after work. That worked for about a week. Then it was two then 20, then I was smoking like a crack head so I decided I better start dipping again because all those cigs couldn't be good. So I quit again to gain control, I would only chew on a rigid schedule and cut down slowly. Good plan? nope. I started by not dipping for an hour after I woke up, then two then three etc etc. After awhile I would go all day and then start dipping at 6 or so. I would then proceed to chew a can in 6 or 7 hours, staying up late to keep dipping. Hmmmn this planned out cessation program wasn't working so I changed it again. The new plan was to go a day then two then three etc and after each successful abstinence program I would reward myself with a big fat wedge. That worked for a little while too, I got up to a week before I would gobble down a can or two and then start over. Can you imagine? I made myself go thru the three day withdrawl over and over again. Needless to say I was a dick during this period. I pissed off everybody, or they pissed off me. I rationalized this as I must have chewed to help me not want to kill people. Thing was it was the dip that made me so hostile, or the withdrawls rather. I am still amazed I didn't get a divorce due to my chronic assholism.
Every quit had some rule where I could chew or smoke if I quit for such and such a time period. The cave was my reward for quitting. Duh no wonder I could never get it under control. That pattern was so ingrained in my pea brain that I actually considered having a dip to celebrate my HOF. I earned it right? FUCK ME RUNNING I am a naughty little addict. I still plan my caves, but the difference is I recognize what Im doing.
5 Steps to a planned cave, I dunno, prob different for everybody.
On this site I should say it starts with an excuse to not post, My internet, grandma, car, house, bike, girdle, vagina, airconditioning broke so I won't be around for a few days. Second is a lack of vigilence due to leaving the site. Very easy to forget your addiction when your not forced to confront it everyday thru KTC. 3rd you become over confident in your self control. You don't post and you hardly ever think about dip so you must be a beacon of self control right? WRONG.
At this point your primed for a cave, planned or not. I guess step five is to stuff that cancer causing dirt flavored puke inducing worm shit into your yap.
SM
Damn! I thought MY logic was toxic back when I was a dipper. Skoalmonster puts me to shame. I mean Da---yuuuum.
I think most caves spring from one of two different falacies:
THE RECOVERY FALACY: The notion that once we've stopped nic usage for some period of time, that we're somehow "cured" of our addiction. Hell, President Obama hisownself said just a couple months ago, regarding his cigarette addiction, "I'm about 95% cured at this point." Right. If you think you can handle occasional nic use, you're done. Put a fork in ya.
The successful lifetime quitter is the one who KNOWS, deep down in his bones, that he's an incurable nicotice addict. He looks in the mirror every morning and sees a junkie. A healthy junkie, but a junkie just the same.
THE STRESS FALACY: The notion that we'll be able to cope with some bad turn of events more easily if we are using tobacco.
Of course, the only thing that nicotine does for us mentally is reduce the nicotine withdrawals that come from not using nicotine. You want to see a situation go from bad to worse? Throw all the guilt and shame of a ruined quit right on top of your real-life problems and see how that feels. Better? Well...ummm...no. Worse.
Bottom line...what's the best 'leading indicator' for a cave? It's when you start believing the lies the nic bitch tells you. You know how to tell when she's lying? When her lips are moving.
This shit is brilliant... well done fellas.
I caved in 2003 after about 14 months of quit. It wasn't planned from what I recall. But I certainly wasn't prepared. I had absolutely no understanding of what it meant to be an addict.
I am a deer hunter. October 1, 2003 rolled around. It just wasn't going to feel right in the woods without tobacco in my mouth. On the way to the camp, I foolishly told myself "You can dip just one can, just for opening weekend..." The plan was to go back home after a weekend of hunting and continue being quit.
It was May 2, 2009 before I mustered up the balls to quit again. "One can" turned into nearly 6 more years of being a slave to the can.
The lesson I learned: I am an addict, and that fact will never change. There is absolutely no such thing as "just one". Not "one dip", not "one can", not "one cigarette". I can NEVER use tobacco again, not once. And I won't. Failure is not an option. May 2 was the last time I will ever have started the process of nicotine withdrawal.
-
Better still, what are the 5 indicators that a quitter is beginning to plan their own cave... we all know that this planning stage does happen, and vets sure as hell can see it coming if they pay attention.
Ooohhh, this could be a lively discussion. I'll throw in my two cents, but we need a dollar.
I don't believe in a planned cave. I have strung together 100+ days in the past and I have caved on an absolute whim. So, I will tell you how I came to buy a 25 cent special Grizzly Long Cut Straight from a 7-11 clerk after he couldn't give me directions to a swimming pool located less than two blocks from his store....
1) I distanced myself from my support network. My nicotine cessation group had a one month "hoorah for us" Chinese dinner celebration. It was great. We all exchanged contact information and I intentionally gave the wrong phone number because I was ready to do this thing on my own. I was one of only two people who hadn't caved during the first 30 days in class.
2) I did not have a forum to vent my frustrations. I often found myself blaming my wife (then girlfriend) for things that stemmed from my own behavior. I had no fuse with my students. My rage was pent up and growing.
3) I grew extremely complacent with my quit. I had a little 30 day calendar and 30 stickers that I could place for every day I remained quit. I hung that on my fridge with the same pride JpCrew pinned up his 2.3 miracle semester Junior year in HS. After that, I stopped keeping track with stickers. After two months, I lost track in my head and soon after I just stopped thinking about my quit altogether. Why think about it if you are quit, right? I owned that shit.
4) When my wife asked me how my quit was going, I would start to feel a bit irritated. What does it have to do with her? I came to resent her probing into my personal struggle and eventually convinced myself that she was why I had quit. I forgot the personal moment when I declared, "I choose to control my future" as I tossed my last tin the garbage in front of my quit group. My addiction took over and changed that to "My wife chooses to control my future".
5) The big shabang. Intense moment of stress piled on top of a craving right in front of a 25 cent special rack and I had no support, tons of pent up frustrations, no pride in my own quit, and a girlfriend constantly telling me what to do. One won't hurt?
CAVING IS NOT AN OPTION! You can never have just one.
Told this story before but I think it's worth repeating...I quit once for 27 days. This was maybe 13 years ago. My close friends were blown away that I had quit and admitted to me that they had been wrong. I am the chupracabra. The Kid. I rule.
Monday. Had to teach a class in San Diego. I'm not a big fan of public speaking - kinda stresses me out. As I drove down from Ventura I ran out of the fake mint snuff. No big deal, when I got to San Diego I just went to a 7-11 to get some more. They were out. So was the next one. I didn't know the area. Random convenience stores didn't carry it. The clock was ticking. One more 7-11. No mint snuff? I'll take the Copenhagen.
It wasn't that I planned to cave. It's that I failed to plan, then caved.
For those that do plan to cave, it's my belief that the #1 reason is that they forgot why they quit. My reasons are written down in back and white right by the coffee maker.
i started when i was 14 and 'tried' a quit once about 3 years ago and faked a quit two years ago to please the wife. in the failed quit, i tried using nrp and it was useless, simply used the gum more than i did tobacco because my wife let me use the gum in front of her, i think at that time i used more nic in a day than ever before in my addiction. after about 3 weeks i quit spending the money on the gum and went back to the dip, i actually justified it by saying at least i'm not sending anymore money to big pharm. the second was my stealth quit, i figured if i ninjaed(yep, new word in my personal unabridged dictionary volume 3) better the wife would think i was quit and would leave me alone. i guess the details of how that went are just filled with screaming, accusations, and the idea that somehow my wife just didn't get me. then came the summer of 2009. my boys and i drove to florida and the wife flew down to meet us(not on her broom). wpw, i was in dipping heaven....BUTthat's a big but, i found myself dipping more and more. i was cold busted cans everywhere, spitters everywhere, when the wife got there, she was one pissed spouse but didn't say anything. well, vacation ended, she flew home, i drove the boys. sitting in the car sucking on a fatty my 10 year old say to me "dad, you are really being a bad influence on me." hell i've heard that about a million times but some how it stuck. we got home i bought what became my last roll. on july 17, i cracked the third can of the day, had started the day with an open can, do the math; fourth can of the day, at around 11:00 pm, looked in the bathroom mirror and said to myself, "Self, this is bullshit." dumped the can, flushed it, and went to bed. the next day i found this site, actually had to email chewie to sign up, computer problem, and haven't looked back. i will no longer be a liar to my wife and kids. i will be the role model my kids deserve. i will be my quit and will never look back.
Somebody once told me that it's not enough to not go looking for trouble, you have to actively avoid it. I planned alot of caves. Before I found KTC I had a fairly serious quit a few years ago. I used NRT's (improperly) and didn't chew or Smoke for 6 months. All well and good but I caved out at the duck club during hunting season. I then rationalized my cave with I can control my use. I just would smoke one cig a night after work. That worked for about a week. Then it was two then 20, then I was smoking like a crack head so I decided I better start dipping again because all those cigs couldn't be good. So I quit again to gain control, I would only chew on a rigid schedule and cut down slowly. Good plan? nope. I started by not dipping for an hour after I woke up, then two then three etc etc. After awhile I would go all day and then start dipping at 6 or so. I would then proceed to chew a can in 6 or 7 hours, staying up late to keep dipping. Hmmmn this planned out cessation program wasn't working so I changed it again. The new plan was to go a day then two then three etc and after each successful abstinence program I would reward myself with a big fat wedge. That worked for a little while too, I got up to a week before I would gobble down a can or two and then start over. Can you imagine? I made myself go thru the three day withdrawl over and over again. Needless to say I was a dick during this period. I pissed off everybody, or they pissed off me. I rationalized this as I must have chewed to help me not want to kill people. Thing was it was the dip that made me so hostile, or the withdrawls rather. I am still amazed I didn't get a divorce due to my chronic assholism.
Every quit had some rule where I could chew or smoke if I quit for such and such a time period. The cave was my reward for quitting. Duh no wonder I could never get it under control. That pattern was so ingrained in my pea brain that I actually considered having a dip to celebrate my HOF. I earned it right? FUCK ME RUNNING I am a naughty little addict. I still plan my caves, but the difference is I recognize what Im doing.
5 Steps to a planned cave, I dunno, prob different for everybody.
On this site I should say it starts with an excuse to not post, My internet, grandma, car, house, bike, girdle, vagina, airconditioning broke so I won't be around for a few days. Second is a lack of vigilence due to leaving the site. Very easy to forget your addiction when your not forced to confront it everyday thru KTC. 3rd you become over confident in your self control. You don't post and you hardly ever think about dip so you must be a beacon of self control right? WRONG.
At this point your primed for a cave, planned or not. I guess step five is to stuff that cancer causing dirt flavored puke inducing worm shit into your yap.
SM
Damn! I thought MY logic was toxic back when I was a dipper. Skoalmonster puts me to shame. I mean Da---yuuuum.
I think most caves spring from one of two different falacies:
THE RECOVERY FALACY: The notion that once we've stopped nic usage for some period of time, that we're somehow "cured" of our addiction. Hell, President Obama hisownself said just a couple months ago, regarding his cigarette addiction, "I'm about 95% cured at this point." Right. If you think you can handle occasional nic use, you're done. Put a fork in ya.
The successful lifetime quitter is the one who KNOWS, deep down in his bones, that he's an incurable nicotice addict. He looks in the mirror every morning and sees a junkie. A healthy junkie, but a junkie just the same.
THE STRESS FALACY: The notion that we'll be able to cope with some bad turn of events more easily if we are using tobacco.
Of course, the only thing that nicotine does for us mentally is reduce the nicotine withdrawals that come from not using nicotine. You want to see a situation go from bad to worse? Throw all the guilt and shame of a ruined quit right on top of your real-life problems and see how that feels. Better? Well...ummm...no. Worse.
Bottom line...what's the best 'leading indicator' for a cave? It's when you start believing the lies the nic bitch tells you. You know how to tell when she's lying? When her lips are moving.
This shit is brilliant... well done fellas.
I caved in 2003 after about 14 months of quit. It wasn't planned from what I recall. But I certainly wasn't prepared. I had absolutely no understanding of what it meant to be an addict.
I am a deer hunter. October 1, 2003 rolled around. It just wasn't going to feel right in the woods without tobacco in my mouth. On the way to the camp, I foolishly told myself "You can dip just one can, just for opening weekend..." The plan was to go back home after a weekend of hunting and continue being quit.
It was May 2, 2009 before I mustered up the balls to quit again. "One can" turned into nearly 6 more years of being a slave to the can.
The lesson I learned: I am an addict, and that fact will never change. There is absolutely no such thing as "just one". Not "one dip", not "one can", not "one cigarette". I can NEVER use tobacco again, not once. And I won't. Failure is not an option. May 2 was the last time I will ever have started the process of nicotine withdrawal.
You quit on May 2nd? kewl now I know what I'll get every year for my birthday LAQuitter one more year quit. ;) Never knew you cared so much :wub:
-
Better still, what are the 5 indicators that a quitter is beginning to plan their own cave... we all know that this planning stage does happen, and vets sure as hell can see it coming if they pay attention.
Ooohhh, this could be a lively discussion. I'll throw in my two cents, but we need a dollar.
I don't believe in a planned cave. I have strung together 100+ days in the past and I have caved on an absolute whim. So, I will tell you how I came to buy a 25 cent special Grizzly Long Cut Straight from a 7-11 clerk after he couldn't give me directions to a swimming pool located less than two blocks from his store....
1) I distanced myself from my support network. My nicotine cessation group had a one month "hoorah for us" Chinese dinner celebration. It was great. We all exchanged contact information and I intentionally gave the wrong phone number because I was ready to do this thing on my own. I was one of only two people who hadn't caved during the first 30 days in class.
2) I did not have a forum to vent my frustrations. I often found myself blaming my wife (then girlfriend) for things that stemmed from my own behavior. I had no fuse with my students. My rage was pent up and growing.
3) I grew extremely complacent with my quit. I had a little 30 day calendar and 30 stickers that I could place for every day I remained quit. I hung that on my fridge with the same pride JpCrew pinned up his 2.3 miracle semester Junior year in HS. After that, I stopped keeping track with stickers. After two months, I lost track in my head and soon after I just stopped thinking about my quit altogether. Why think about it if you are quit, right? I owned that shit.
4) When my wife asked me how my quit was going, I would start to feel a bit irritated. What does it have to do with her? I came to resent her probing into my personal struggle and eventually convinced myself that she was why I had quit. I forgot the personal moment when I declared, "I choose to control my future" as I tossed my last tin the garbage in front of my quit group. My addiction took over and changed that to "My wife chooses to control my future".
5) The big shabang. Intense moment of stress piled on top of a craving right in front of a 25 cent special rack and I had no support, tons of pent up frustrations, no pride in my own quit, and a girlfriend constantly telling me what to do. One won't hurt?
CAVING IS NOT AN OPTION! You can never have just one.
Told this story before but I think it's worth repeating...I quit once for 27 days. This was maybe 13 years ago. My close friends were blown away that I had quit and admitted to me that they had been wrong. I am the chupracabra. The Kid. I rule.
Monday. Had to teach a class in San Diego. I'm not a big fan of public speaking - kinda stresses me out. As I drove down from Ventura I ran out of the fake mint snuff. No big deal, when I got to San Diego I just went to a 7-11 to get some more. They were out. So was the next one. I didn't know the area. Random convenience stores didn't carry it. The clock was ticking. One more 7-11. No mint snuff? I'll take the Copenhagen.
It wasn't that I planned to cave. It's that I failed to plan, then caved.
For those that do plan to cave, it's my belief that the #1 reason is that they forgot why they quit. My reasons are written down in back and white right by the coffee maker.
i started when i was 14 and 'tried' a quit once about 3 years ago and faked a quit two years ago to please the wife. in the failed quit, i tried using nrp and it was useless, simply used the gum more than i did tobacco because my wife let me use the gum in front of her, i think at that time i used more nic in a day than ever before in my addiction. after about 3 weeks i quit spending the money on the gum and went back to the dip, i actually justified it by saying at least i'm not sending anymore money to big pharm. the second was my stealth quit, i figured if i ninjaed(yep, new word in my personal unabridged dictionary volume 3) better the wife would think i was quit and would leave me alone. i guess the details of how that went are just filled with screaming, accusations, and the idea that somehow my wife just didn't get me. then came the summer of 2009. my boys and i drove to florida and the wife flew down to meet us(not on her broom). wpw, i was in dipping heaven....BUTthat's a big but, i found myself dipping more and more. i was cold busted cans everywhere, spitters everywhere, when the wife got there, she was one pissed spouse but didn't say anything. well, vacation ended, she flew home, i drove the boys. sitting in the car sucking on a fatty my 10 year old say to me "dad, you are really being a bad influence on me." hell i've heard that about a million times but some how it stuck. we got home i bought what became my last roll. on july 17, i cracked the third can of the day, had started the day with an open can, do the math; fourth can of the day, at around 11:00 pm, looked in the bathroom mirror and said to myself, "Self, this is bullshit." dumped the can, flushed it, and went to bed. the next day i found this site, actually had to email chewie to sign up, computer problem, and haven't looked back. i will no longer be a liar to my wife and kids. i will be the role model my kids deserve. i will be my quit and will never look back.
Somebody once told me that it's not enough to not go looking for trouble, you have to actively avoid it. I planned alot of caves. Before I found KTC I had a fairly serious quit a few years ago. I used NRT's (improperly) and didn't chew or Smoke for 6 months. All well and good but I caved out at the duck club during hunting season. I then rationalized my cave with I can control my use. I just would smoke one cig a night after work. That worked for about a week. Then it was two then 20, then I was smoking like a crack head so I decided I better start dipping again because all those cigs couldn't be good. So I quit again to gain control, I would only chew on a rigid schedule and cut down slowly. Good plan? nope. I started by not dipping for an hour after I woke up, then two then three etc etc. After awhile I would go all day and then start dipping at 6 or so. I would then proceed to chew a can in 6 or 7 hours, staying up late to keep dipping. Hmmmn this planned out cessation program wasn't working so I changed it again. The new plan was to go a day then two then three etc and after each successful abstinence program I would reward myself with a big fat wedge. That worked for a little while too, I got up to a week before I would gobble down a can or two and then start over. Can you imagine? I made myself go thru the three day withdrawl over and over again. Needless to say I was a dick during this period. I pissed off everybody, or they pissed off me. I rationalized this as I must have chewed to help me not want to kill people. Thing was it was the dip that made me so hostile, or the withdrawls rather. I am still amazed I didn't get a divorce due to my chronic assholism.
Every quit had some rule where I could chew or smoke if I quit for such and such a time period. The cave was my reward for quitting. Duh no wonder I could never get it under control. That pattern was so ingrained in my pea brain that I actually considered having a dip to celebrate my HOF. I earned it right? FUCK ME RUNNING I am a naughty little addict. I still plan my caves, but the difference is I recognize what Im doing.
5 Steps to a planned cave, I dunno, prob different for everybody.
On this site I should say it starts with an excuse to not post, My internet, grandma, car, house, bike, girdle, vagina, airconditioning broke so I won't be around for a few days. Second is a lack of vigilence due to leaving the site. Very easy to forget your addiction when your not forced to confront it everyday thru KTC. 3rd you become over confident in your self control. You don't post and you hardly ever think about dip so you must be a beacon of self control right? WRONG.
At this point your primed for a cave, planned or not. I guess step five is to stuff that cancer causing dirt flavored puke inducing worm shit into your yap.
SM
Damn! I thought MY logic was toxic back when I was a dipper. Skoalmonster puts me to shame. I mean Da---yuuuum.
I think most caves spring from one of two different falacies:
THE RECOVERY FALACY: The notion that once we've stopped nic usage for some period of time, that we're somehow "cured" of our addiction. Hell, President Obama hisownself said just a couple months ago, regarding his cigarette addiction, "I'm about 95% cured at this point." Right. If you think you can handle occasional nic use, you're done. Put a fork in ya.
The successful lifetime quitter is the one who KNOWS, deep down in his bones, that he's an incurable nicotice addict. He looks in the mirror every morning and sees a junkie. A healthy junkie, but a junkie just the same.
THE STRESS FALACY: The notion that we'll be able to cope with some bad turn of events more easily if we are using tobacco.
Of course, the only thing that nicotine does for us mentally is reduce the nicotine withdrawals that come from not using nicotine. You want to see a situation go from bad to worse? Throw all the guilt and shame of a ruined quit right on top of your real-life problems and see how that feels. Better? Well...ummm...no. Worse.
Bottom line...what's the best 'leading indicator' for a cave? It's when you start believing the lies the nic bitch tells you. You know how to tell when she's lying? When her lips are moving.
This shit is brilliant... well done fellas.
I caved in 2003 after about 14 months of quit. It wasn't planned from what I recall. But I certainly wasn't prepared. I had absolutely no understanding of what it meant to be an addict.
I am a deer hunter. October 1, 2003 rolled around. It just wasn't going to feel right in the woods without tobacco in my mouth. On the way to the camp, I foolishly told myself "You can dip just one can, just for opening weekend..." The plan was to go back home after a weekend of hunting and continue being quit.
It was May 2, 2009 before I mustered up the balls to quit again. "One can" turned into nearly 6 more years of being a slave to the can.
The lesson I learned: I am an addict, and that fact will never change. There is absolutely no such thing as "just one". Not "one dip", not "one can", not "one cigarette". I can NEVER use tobacco again, not once. And I won't. Failure is not an option. May 2 was the last time I will ever have started the process of nicotine withdrawal.
You quit on May 2nd? kewl now I know what I'll get every year for my birthday LAQuitter one more year quit. ;) Never knew you cared so much :wub:
All for you bubblehed! Happy damn birthday Aggie! :D
-
Dear Smokey,
You told October something along the lines of "quitting is about more than just stopping nicotine." I agree. But can we define the "more" Discussion? Also the tiger stripe G string you sent me was too small, do you have a gift reciept?
Skoal Monster
-
Dear Smokey,
You told October something along the lines of "quitting is about more than just stopping nicotine." I agree. But can we define the "more" Discussion? Also the tiger stripe G string you sent me was too small, do you have a gift reciept?
Skoal Monster
Oooh la la. I totally forgot about that g-string. It must have gotten lost in the mail after I wore it for a week straight.
"More" eh? Well, for me it meant taking full accountability for my past, current and future actions. I was so dependent on nicotine for years; I constantly made excuses about why I was addicted. It was my dad's fault for smoking in the car when I was in elementary school. It was big tobacco's fault for producing such an addictive and deadly substance. It was my college soccer team's fault for dipping on road trips. I was surrounded by so many pitfalls I was doomed from the start.
Bullshit.
I made the choice to start dipping. Now, I made the choice to stop dipping. That same frame of mind applies to many other aspects of my life - down to my mood on any given day. It's a massive daily struggle for me still, but I choose to take responsibility for all my actions. Regardless of the situation, I always have a choice of how I react. No more excuses or passing the buck.
Of course, "more" could mean so many different things to different people. I'm slightly intrigued. And definitely turned on by the tiger striped bulge.
-
Dear Smokey,
 You told October something along the lines of "quitting is about more than just stopping nicotine." I agree. But can we define the "more" Discussion? Also the tiger stripe G string you sent me was too small, do you have a gift reciept?
Skoal Monster
Oooh la la. I totally forgot about that g-string. It must have gotten lost in the mail after I wore it for a week straight.
"More" eh? Well, for me it meant taking full accountability for my past, current and future actions. I was so dependent on nicotine for years; I constantly made excuses about why I was addicted. It was my dad's fault for smoking in the car when I was in elementary school. It was big tobacco's fault for producing such an addictive and deadly substance. It was my college soccer team's fault for dipping on road trips. I was surrounded by so many pitfalls I was doomed from the start.
Bullshit.
I made the choice to start dipping. Now, I made the choice to stop dipping. That same frame of mind applies to many other aspects of my life - down to my mood on any given day. It's a massive daily struggle for me still, but I choose to take responsibility for all my actions. Regardless of the situation, I always have a choice of how I react. No more excuses or passing the buck.
Of course, "more" could mean so many different things to different people. I'm slightly intrigued. And definitely turned on by the tiger striped bulge.
I think the "more" can be compared to a child's blanket. It provides a false, yet very real feeling of security. Snuff can't relieve stress (or boredom, depression, etc...) any more than than that blanket can protect your kid from monsters, but it's extremely difficult to convince the irrational mind otherwise.
-
Dear Smokey,
 You told October something along the lines of "quitting is about more than just stopping nicotine." I agree. But can we define the "more" Discussion? Also the tiger stripe G string you sent me was too small, do you have a gift reciept?
Skoal Monster
Oooh la la. I totally forgot about that g-string. It must have gotten lost in the mail after I wore it for a week straight.
"More" eh? Well, for me it meant taking full accountability for my past, current and future actions. I was so dependent on nicotine for years; I constantly made excuses about why I was addicted. It was my dad's fault for smoking in the car when I was in elementary school. It was big tobacco's fault for producing such an addictive and deadly substance. It was my college soccer team's fault for dipping on road trips. I was surrounded by so many pitfalls I was doomed from the start.
Bullshit.
I made the choice to start dipping. Now, I made the choice to stop dipping. That same frame of mind applies to many other aspects of my life - down to my mood on any given day. It's a massive daily struggle for me still, but I choose to take responsibility for all my actions. Regardless of the situation, I always have a choice of how I react. No more excuses or passing the buck.
Of course, "more" could mean so many different things to different people. I'm slightly intrigued. And definitely turned on by the tiger striped bulge.
I think the "more" can be compared to a child's blanket. It provides a false, yet very real feeling of security. Snuff can't relieve stress (or boredom, depression, etc...) any more than than that blanket can protect your kid from monsters, but it's extremely difficult to convince the irrational mind otherwise.
The more was hardest of all for me. Learning how to handle life, relationships, parenting, work, hobbies without a dip was and is difficult. I never made an adult decision in my life without nicotine coursing thru my body. Nic probably affected the outcome of many of my choices. If I needed a dip I may blow off a confrontation or accept something that I wouldn't otherwise just so I could go feed the addiction. Now I have to learn how to deal with that stuff head on. Same went for my relationships. I did harm to them because I would rather chew than spend time with my wife, parents etc. The more is how I re build what my addiction broke. . The more is harder for me than putting down the can was. I am still getting untangled from the results of my addiction, it sucks to realize what I did to myself but it is really cool to be able to have a choice about how to live on a daily basis. When I dipped, there were no choices . I think maybe that is my more
-
Dear Quitters - please take a moment out of your busy day to say a special prayer for the Seattle Sounders tonight as they face off against the Houston Dynamo in the first round of the MLS playoffs.
Thank you.
'sos69' 'shock' 'blowup' 'clap' 'Have a beer'
-
I had my observation with my principal today and the 20 year old man-boy in my class said, "Ms. Principal, Mr. Green touches me inappropriately sometimes."Â And another girl said, "You too!?"
It was hot.
that is despicable, can't you teach those turds to keep their fucking mouths shut?!? Did they mention they enjoyed it?
They don't have to tell me. I can feel it.
I got busted listening to limp bizkit pulling into the parking lot today. It keeps me from ripping off stupid people's faces mother fuckers.
For Ricko ...maniac Mutha Fucker ~ (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_eCIjr1Mb0)
-
I had my observation with my principal today and the 20 year old man-boy in my class said, "Ms. Principal, Mr. Green touches me inappropriately sometimes."Â And another girl said, "You too!?"
It was hot.
that is despicable, can't you teach those turds to keep their fucking mouths shut?!? Did they mention they enjoyed it?
They don't have to tell me. I can feel it.
I got busted listening to limp bizkit pulling into the parking lot today. It keeps me from ripping off stupid people's faces mother fuckers.
For Ricko ...maniac Mutha Fucker ~ (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_eCIjr1Mb0)
How interesting.....in a fit of rage this past Friday, I posted the very same video in my August group.
Jack, Ricko, you guys are alright!
Now let's break shit! :D
-
I had a very vivid dip dream last night. It was a combination "Dragon's Lair" / Bike Helmet Safety"The More You Know" PSA / Dip Dream.
I can account for both the Dragon's Lair and the Bike Helmet aspects, but I'm not sure where the massive chew in my dream accompanied by the feeling that I had been secretly chewing for the last couple of months came from. Actually, I was hit with a pretty severe urge a couple days ago while driving. Two times in the same day while returning Christmas presents. I actually think my mouth was watering a little bit. I thought about all the steps I would have to go through to actually get from driving in my car with nearly 600 days quit to having a chew in my mouth.
1) Exit the freeway and find a convenience store.
2) Park at the convenience store.
3) Go inside the convenience store.
4) Get in line at the convenience store.
5) Ask the cashier for a can of whatever is on sale.
6) Give the cashier my money.
7) Take the can in exchange for said money.
8) Cut the seal around the edge of the can (without my special long thumb nail).
9) Pack the can.
10) Twist off the lid.
11) Transfer lid back under the can to free up a hand.
12) Take a pinch of whatever was on sale.
13) Pull my lower left lip open a bit to insert poison.
There are probably more steps involved that I did not write down, but each of those 13 steps provides an opportunity for me to catch myself. I rarely carry a cell phone with me, so at any of those 13 steps I could say to myself, "I will not chew tobacco today" "I am in control of my actions" "I deserve the freedom that I have earned". You know, shit like that....
I think I'll print out the Contract To Quit (http://www.killthecan.org/facts/contract.asp) and stick it in my wallet just in case talking to myself would be a little strange at that particular moment.
For now:
I will remain quit. Quitting is possible and I can do it. I love myself more than I love dipping. I care about my personal health more than I care about dipping. I love family more than I love dipping. I know this addiction could still kill me, and I ACCEPT that fact. I enjoy spending time with my friends and family more than I ever enjoyed spending time alone with my can. I look forward to my life - the daily struggle is worth it. When I am lying next to my wife in a hospital bed holding our newborn child, I will feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that this is the path I CHOSE. I will have no regrets and will work to make positive choices in the future. I will feel joy for my familyÂ’s support and unconditional love, and I know I will remain free for myself and the people I truly love.
I know ALL the consequences of my actions and I accept them fully and without regret. I hereby choose to control my life and this addiction - I do so with a smile on my face.
Happy New Year Bitches!
-
Love ya, buddy. Happy New Year.
-
Love ya, buddy. Happy New Year.
It smells like gay sex in here.....
-
Love ya, buddy. Happy New Year.
It smells like gay sex in here.....
It's probably your hands, not the forum page.
-
Love ya, buddy. Happy New Year.
It smells like gay sex in here.....
It's probably your hands, not the forum page.
fag
-
Love ya, buddy. Happy New Year.
It smells like gay sex in here.....
It's probably your hands, not the forum page.
fag
fag(s)
-
Love ya, buddy. Happy New Year.
It smells like gay sex in here.....
It's probably your hands, not the forum page.
fag
fag(s)
Don't look at me. He's the one who sucked my cock.
-
Love ya, buddy. Happy New Year.
It smells like gay sex in here.....
It's probably your hands, not the forum page.
fag
fag(s)
Don't look at me. He's the one who sucked my cock.
But that doesn't make me a fag, does it?
-
Love ya, buddy. Happy New Year.
It smells like gay sex in here.....
It's probably your hands, not the forum page.
fag
fag(s)
Don't look at me. He's the one who sucked my cock.
But that doesn't make me a fag, does it?
Maybe, maybe not....but it does make you a cocksucker.
-
Love ya, buddy. Happy New Year.
It smells like gay sex in here.....
It's probably your hands, not the forum page.
fag
fag(s)
Don't look at me. He's the one who sucked my cock.
But that doesn't make me a fag, does it?
Maybe, maybe not....but it does make you a cocksucker.
You put a bandaid on somebody's wound, it doesn't make you a doctor. Use a fire extinguisher on a stove-top flare-up and nobody calls you a firefighter. But just suck one little cock...
-
Love ya, buddy. Happy New Year.
It smells like gay sex in here.....
It's probably your hands, not the forum page.
fag
fag(s)
Don't look at me. He's the one who sucked my cock.
But that doesn't make me a fag, does it?
Maybe, maybe not....but it does make you a cocksucker.
You put a bandaid on somebody's wound, it doesn't make you a doctor. Use a fire extinguisher on a stove-top flare-up and nobody calls you a firefighter. But just suck one little cock...
Hey Chewie - can we get this moved to the "words of wisdom" section?
-
Today is my 600th day of quit. That's pretty fancy.
I woke up in the middle of the night and had the thought that reaching day 3,650 is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 730 which is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 601. One day at a time with a vow to not use nicotine. When we take it one day at a time and caving is truly no longer an option, the only possible outcome is to remain quit.
There are a lot of people who have joined since I hit the HOF 500 days ago. I tried to thank all those who played a positive roll in my quit during those first 100 days. Many of you relative new quitters and now veterans have been a tremendous help in my ongoing daily battle against my addiction. And yes, while those battles used to be all out morning to night barrages, it's now just an occasional limp-wristed slap to the junk. Easy to shake off but not so easy that I don't notice it anymore.
I'm a little hungover and a lot tired right now, so I won't name names here. But know that there are a tremendous amount of people here to whom I am indebted. Every person whose quit I have helped in whatever perverse way has likewise strengthened my own resolve and accountability. The amount of support and personal growth on this forum has kept me aware of my addiction and proud of the strength that we all show every day.
Take a moment to reflect on how this process has improved your life. Since the beginning of my quit (May 19th 2008 - 8pm) there have been so many discoveries and positive changes in my life not related directly to chewing tobacco. While I personally have put a lot of time into this process, I wouldn't have nearly the control in my life without the wisdom, advice and examples provided by this community. Thank you all for keeping the quit and being so generous with your support!
600 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Bitches.
-
Today is my 600th day of quit. That's pretty fancy.
I woke up in the middle of the night and had the thought that reaching day 3,650 is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 730 which is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 601. One day at a time with a vow to not use nicotine. When we take it one day at a time and caving is truly no longer an option, the only possible outcome is to remain quit.
There are a lot of people who have joined since I hit the HOF 500 days ago. I tried to thank all those who played a positive roll in my quit during those first 100 days. Many of you relative new quitters and now veterans have been a tremendous help in my ongoing daily battle against my addiction. And yes, while those battles used to be all out morning to night barrages, it's now just an occasional limp-wristed slap to the junk. Easy to shake off but not so easy that I don't notice it anymore.
I'm a little hungover and a lot tired right now, so I won't name names here. But know that there are a tremendous amount of people here to whom I am indebted. Every person whose quit I have helped in whatever perverse way has likewise strengthened my own resolve and accountability. The amount of support and personal growth on this forum has kept me aware of my addiction and proud of the strength that we all show every day.
Take a moment to reflect on how this process has improved your life. Since the beginning of my quit (May 19th 2008 - 8pm) there have been so many discoveries and positive changes in my life not related directly to chewing tobacco. While I personally have put a lot of time into this process, I wouldn't have nearly the control in my life without the wisdom, advice and examples provided by this community. Thank you all for keeping the quit and being so generous with your support!
600 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Bitches.
Congrats on 600 smokey!
You ARE awesome
-
Today is my 600th day of quit. That's pretty fancy.
I woke up in the middle of the night and had the thought that reaching day 3,650 is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 730 which is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 601. One day at a time with a vow to not use nicotine. When we take it one day at a time and caving is truly no longer an option, the only possible outcome is to remain quit.
There are a lot of people who have joined since I hit the HOF 500 days ago. I tried to thank all those who played a positive roll in my quit during those first 100 days. Many of you relative new quitters and now veterans have been a tremendous help in my ongoing daily battle against my addiction. And yes, while those battles used to be all out morning to night barrages, it's now just an occasional limp-wristed slap to the junk. Easy to shake off but not so easy that I don't notice it anymore.
I'm a little hungover and a lot tired right now, so I won't name names here. But know that there are a tremendous amount of people here to whom I am indebted. Every person whose quit I have helped in whatever perverse way has likewise strengthened my own resolve and accountability. The amount of support and personal growth on this forum has kept me aware of my addiction and proud of the strength that we all show every day.
Take a moment to reflect on how this process has improved your life. Since the beginning of my quit (May 19th 2008 - 8pm) there have been so many discoveries and positive changes in my life not related directly to chewing tobacco. While I personally have put a lot of time into this process, I wouldn't have nearly the control in my life without the wisdom, advice and examples provided by this community. Thank you all for keeping the quit and being so generous with your support!
600 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Bitches.
Congrats on 600 smokey!
You ARE awesome
Congrats on the six hunsky Smokey.
-
Today is my 600th day of quit. That's pretty fancy.
I woke up in the middle of the night and had the thought that reaching day 3,650 is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 730 which is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 601. One day at a time with a vow to not use nicotine. When we take it one day at a time and caving is truly no longer an option, the only possible outcome is to remain quit.
There are a lot of people who have joined since I hit the HOF 500 days ago. I tried to thank all those who played a positive roll in my quit during those first 100 days. Many of you relative new quitters and now veterans have been a tremendous help in my ongoing daily battle against my addiction. And yes, while those battles used to be all out morning to night barrages, it's now just an occasional limp-wristed slap to the junk. Easy to shake off but not so easy that I don't notice it anymore.
I'm a little hungover and a lot tired right now, so I won't name names here. But know that there are a tremendous amount of people here to whom I am indebted. Every person whose quit I have helped in whatever perverse way has likewise strengthened my own resolve and accountability. The amount of support and personal growth on this forum has kept me aware of my addiction and proud of the strength that we all show every day.
Take a moment to reflect on how this process has improved your life. Since the beginning of my quit (May 19th 2008 - 8pm) there have been so many discoveries and positive changes in my life not related directly to chewing tobacco. While I personally have put a lot of time into this process, I wouldn't have nearly the control in my life without the wisdom, advice and examples provided by this community. Thank you all for keeping the quit and being so generous with your support!
600 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Bitches.
Congrats on 600 smokey!
You ARE awesome
Congrats on the six hunsky Smokey.
welcome to the 6th floor Somkeydapole (had to use the LooT line for nostalgic reasons). You are a damn fine quitter and have done great things to help keep others quit. Keep up the great work. 'army'
-
Today is my 600th day of quit. That's pretty fancy.
I woke up in the middle of the night and had the thought that reaching day 3,650 is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 730 which is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 601. One day at a time with a vow to not use nicotine. When we take it one day at a time and caving is truly no longer an option, the only possible outcome is to remain quit.
There are a lot of people who have joined since I hit the HOF 500 days ago. I tried to thank all those who played a positive roll in my quit during those first 100 days. Many of you relative new quitters and now veterans have been a tremendous help in my ongoing daily battle against my addiction. And yes, while those battles used to be all out morning to night barrages, it's now just an occasional limp-wristed slap to the junk. Easy to shake off but not so easy that I don't notice it anymore.
I'm a little hungover and a lot tired right now, so I won't name names here. But know that there are a tremendous amount of people here to whom I am indebted. Every person whose quit I have helped in whatever perverse way has likewise strengthened my own resolve and accountability. The amount of support and personal growth on this forum has kept me aware of my addiction and proud of the strength that we all show every day.
Take a moment to reflect on how this process has improved your life. Since the beginning of my quit (May 19th 2008 - 8pm) there have been so many discoveries and positive changes in my life not related directly to chewing tobacco. While I personally have put a lot of time into this process, I wouldn't have nearly the control in my life without the wisdom, advice and examples provided by this community. Thank you all for keeping the quit and being so generous with your support!
600 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Bitches.
Congrats on 600 smokey!
You ARE awesome
Congrats on the six hunsky Smokey.
welcome to the 6th floor Somkeydapole (had to use the LooT line for nostalgic reasons). You are a damn fine quitter and have done great things to help keep others quit. Keep up the great work. 'army'
May the soft glow from the barrel fires light your way and the unsolicited traffic light bass lines keep time on your march to 3,650. Renton's golden child. Peace.
-
Today is my 600th day of quit. That's pretty fancy.
I woke up in the middle of the night and had the thought that reaching day 3,650 is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 730 which is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 601. One day at a time with a vow to not use nicotine. When we take it one day at a time and caving is truly no longer an option, the only possible outcome is to remain quit.
There are a lot of people who have joined since I hit the HOF 500 days ago. I tried to thank all those who played a positive roll in my quit during those first 100 days. Many of you relative new quitters and now veterans have been a tremendous help in my ongoing daily battle against my addiction. And yes, while those battles used to be all out morning to night barrages, it's now just an occasional limp-wristed slap to the junk. Easy to shake off but not so easy that I don't notice it anymore.
I'm a little hungover and a lot tired right now, so I won't name names here. But know that there are a tremendous amount of people here to whom I am indebted. Every person whose quit I have helped in whatever perverse way has likewise strengthened my own resolve and accountability. The amount of support and personal growth on this forum has kept me aware of my addiction and proud of the strength that we all show every day.
Take a moment to reflect on how this process has improved your life. Since the beginning of my quit (May 19th 2008 - 8pm) there have been so many discoveries and positive changes in my life not related directly to chewing tobacco. While I personally have put a lot of time into this process, I wouldn't have nearly the control in my life without the wisdom, advice and examples provided by this community. Thank you all for keeping the quit and being so generous with your support!
600 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Bitches.
Congrats on 600 smokey!
You ARE awesome
Congrats on the six hunsky Smokey.
welcome to the 6th floor Somkeydapole (had to use the LooT line for nostalgic reasons). You are a damn fine quitter and have done great things to help keep others quit. Keep up the great work. 'army'
May the soft glow from the barrel fires light your way and the unsolicited traffic light bass lines keep time on your march to 3,650. Renton's golden child. Peace.
Congratulations, fruitypants!! :wub:
-
Today is my 600th day of quit. That's pretty fancy.
I woke up in the middle of the night and had the thought that reaching day 3,650 is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 730 which is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 601. One day at a time with a vow to not use nicotine. When we take it one day at a time and caving is truly no longer an option, the only possible outcome is to remain quit.
There are a lot of people who have joined since I hit the HOF 500 days ago. I tried to thank all those who played a positive roll in my quit during those first 100 days. Many of you relative new quitters and now veterans have been a tremendous help in my ongoing daily battle against my addiction. And yes, while those battles used to be all out morning to night barrages, it's now just an occasional limp-wristed slap to the junk. Easy to shake off but not so easy that I don't notice it anymore.
I'm a little hungover and a lot tired right now, so I won't name names here. But know that there are a tremendous amount of people here to whom I am indebted. Every person whose quit I have helped in whatever perverse way has likewise strengthened my own resolve and accountability. The amount of support and personal growth on this forum has kept me aware of my addiction and proud of the strength that we all show every day.
Take a moment to reflect on how this process has improved your life. Since the beginning of my quit (May 19th 2008 - 8pm) there have been so many discoveries and positive changes in my life not related directly to chewing tobacco. While I personally have put a lot of time into this process, I wouldn't have nearly the control in my life without the wisdom, advice and examples provided by this community. Thank you all for keeping the quit and being so generous with your support!
600 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Bitches.
Congrats on 600 smokey!
You ARE awesome
Congrats on the six hunsky Smokey.
welcome to the 6th floor Somkeydapole (had to use the LooT line for nostalgic reasons). You are a damn fine quitter and have done great things to help keep others quit. Keep up the great work. 'army'
May the soft glow from the barrel fires light your way and the unsolicited traffic light bass lines keep time on your march to 3,650. Renton's golden child. Peace.
Congratulations, fruitypants!! :wub:
600 is fucking awesome...but so is 634...keep it up man..we all need you too
-
Today is my 600th day of quit. That's pretty fancy.
I woke up in the middle of the night and had the thought that reaching day 3,650 is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 730 which is just as much of an expectation as hitting day 601. One day at a time with a vow to not use nicotine. When we take it one day at a time and caving is truly no longer an option, the only possible outcome is to remain quit.
There are a lot of people who have joined since I hit the HOF 500 days ago. I tried to thank all those who played a positive roll in my quit during those first 100 days. Many of you relative new quitters and now veterans have been a tremendous help in my ongoing daily battle against my addiction. And yes, while those battles used to be all out morning to night barrages, it's now just an occasional limp-wristed slap to the junk. Easy to shake off but not so easy that I don't notice it anymore.
I'm a little hungover and a lot tired right now, so I won't name names here. But know that there are a tremendous amount of people here to whom I am indebted. Every person whose quit I have helped in whatever perverse way has likewise strengthened my own resolve and accountability. The amount of support and personal growth on this forum has kept me aware of my addiction and proud of the strength that we all show every day.
Take a moment to reflect on how this process has improved your life. Since the beginning of my quit (May 19th 2008 - 8pm) there have been so many discoveries and positive changes in my life not related directly to chewing tobacco. While I personally have put a lot of time into this process, I wouldn't have nearly the control in my life without the wisdom, advice and examples provided by this community. Thank you all for keeping the quit and being so generous with your support!
600 - I will not chew tobacco today.
Bitches.
Congrats on 600 smokey!
You ARE awesome
Congrats on the six hunsky Smokey.
welcome to the 6th floor Somkeydapole (had to use the LooT line for nostalgic reasons). You are a damn fine quitter and have done great things to help keep others quit. Keep up the great work. 'army'
May the soft glow from the barrel fires light your way and the unsolicited traffic light bass lines keep time on your march to 3,650. Renton's golden child. Peace.
Congratulations, fruitypants!! :wub:
600 is fucking awesome...but so is 634...keep it up man..we all need you too
'clap'
You my friend are still the headlight on a quit bound train.
Good quit Smokey
sM
-
Love ya, buddy. Happy New Year.
It smells like gay sex in here.....
It's probably your hands, not the forum page.
fag
fag(s)
Don't look at me. He's the one who sucked my cock.
But that doesn't make me a fag, does it?
Maybe, maybe not....but it does make you a cocksucker.
You put a bandaid on somebody's wound, it doesn't make you a doctor. Use a fire extinguisher on a stove-top flare-up and nobody calls you a firefighter. But just suck one little cock...
Hey Chewie - can we get this moved to the "words of wisdom" section?
Seriously....
-
FAG!!!!!!
As you demanded, this is my 1,000 post! :D
-
FAG!!!!!!
As you demanded, this is my 1,000 post! :D
A true honor. May your anus retain its elasticity for years to come.
-
4,000!!!
-
4,000!!!
congrats on 4,000 smokey.
-
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
-
Dear KTC $ whore,
I was just perusing the new products offered through the KTC merchandise page.
Unfortunately, I stumbled across the Irish Shirt (http://www.cafepress.com/killthecan.361184105)
First off - how about a Polish shirt with my avatar posted proudly on the front.
Second off - how about you make it say Quit for Today - Polish for Life.
The phrasing of your Irish shirt kind of goes against my general quit philosophy...so...suck it Ireland.
-
Dear KTC $ whore,
I was just perusing the new products offered through the KTC merchandise page.
Unfortunately, I stumbled across the Irish Shirt (http://www.cafepress.com/killthecan.361184105)
First off - how about a Polish shirt with my avatar posted proudly on the front.
Second off - how about you make it say Quit for Today - Polish for Life.
The phrasing of your Irish shirt kind of goes against my general quit philosophy...so...suck it Ireland.
Pillow biter.
-
Just curious - any of you fellow quitters know a trustworthy site that sells those big tubs of petroleum jelly? One of my students asked me today at lunch.
-
:rolleyes: linky (http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090917120038AAmPAaH)
-
:rolleyes: linky (http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090917120038AAmPAaH)
Where were you when I was student teaching?
-
Smokey, hey. I don't really even know why in sending this to you personally but lately I have had a nice bit of funk. I feel like I have been on the edge of being quit and caving, walking the thin line. The only thing keeping me in the good side is -- you guessed it. Ktc. Do you think that's normal? I've jut felt so fucking close to losing it. I'm a completely different person in the day, on the verge of caving, and a different person at night, being so grateful that I made that through. But I cannot recognize this when I am having a massive crave. Anyway, Hope all is well with you.
Yeah, I know exactly what you're saying. When I took the past two weeks or so off from the site, I definitely thought more about chewing and how great just one would be. I stepped away because I'm a little obsessive, but also because I thought I could make it fine without this site. I say it's not worth finding out. The stakes are too high. But, I also realize that there is much more than KTC keeping me clean. I am keeping me clean. I am the one not buying chew when I stop to get gas. I am the person who has developed a large toolbox of alternatives when I feel the urge to chew. KTC has provided me a sounding board, support and huge accountability, but when it comes down to it, I am mostly accountable to myself. Every time I promise my August brothers that I will not chew today, I am making that promise to myself. I also had the thought when I was away that in a perfect world people wouldn't even need this website. If you make the decision to take control of your life, that should be enough. But, the vast majority of people don't know how to support themselves. We're convinced that we're not worth it. We feel we need something more important than ourselves to watch over us. Well, KTC provides a forum to overcome those mental blocks. Eventually, I will reach a point where I have internalized the strength that this site provides me, but I'm not there yet. When I reach that point, I hope to stay around and continue helping those newcomers. Anyways, sorry for rambling. I do that more for myself than anything. Remember, YOU are doing this. There is no shame in feeling like you're living on the edge. The fact that you are still making positive decisions is a testiment to your strength. Keep the quit.
Dug this up from the FOQ'er blog. Thought it might be applicable to some of you newer headcases....
I've internalized the strength - but I still need all y'alls.
-
Smokey, hey. I don't really even know why in sending this to you personally but lately I have had a nice bit of funk. I feel like I have been on the edge of being quit and caving, walking the thin line. The only thing keeping me in the good side is -- you guessed it. Ktc. Do you think that's normal? I've jut felt so fucking close to losing it. I'm a completely different person in the day, on the verge of caving, and a different person at night, being so grateful that I made that through. But I cannot recognize this when I am having a massive crave. Anyway, Hope all is well with you.
Yeah, I know exactly what you're saying. When I took the past two weeks or so off from the site, I definitely thought more about chewing and how great just one would be. I stepped away because I'm a little obsessive, but also because I thought I could make it fine without this site. I say it's not worth finding out. The stakes are too high. But, I also realize that there is much more than KTC keeping me clean. I am keeping me clean. I am the one not buying chew when I stop to get gas. I am the person who has developed a large toolbox of alternatives when I feel the urge to chew. KTC has provided me a sounding board, support and huge accountability, but when it comes down to it, I am mostly accountable to myself. Every time I promise my August brothers that I will not chew today, I am making that promise to myself. I also had the thought when I was away that in a perfect world people wouldn't even need this website. If you make the decision to take control of your life, that should be enough. But, the vast majority of people don't know how to support themselves. We're convinced that we're not worth it. We feel we need something more important than ourselves to watch over us. Well, KTC provides a forum to overcome those mental blocks. Eventually, I will reach a point where I have internalized the strength that this site provides me, but I'm not there yet. When I reach that point, I hope to stay around and continue helping those newcomers. Anyways, sorry for rambling. I do that more for myself than anything. Remember, YOU are doing this. There is no shame in feeling like you're living on the edge. The fact that you are still making positive decisions is a testiment to your strength. Keep the quit.
Dug this up from the FOQ'er blog. Thought it might be applicable to some of you newer headcases....
I've internalized the strength - but I still need all y'alls.
Awesome to see this. The FOQer blog was and is my HOF promise. Thanks, Smokes for bringing it up.
Todd
-
I quit chewing Feb 3rd of this year through a local smoking quit group. I was the first chewer my instructor could remember in her 15 years of leading the group. I'm a beanpole type guy, and have been putting on a bit of a beer belly recently, which somehow led me to this sight. Anyways, I just wanted to congratulate everybody on their choice to quit and for realizing it's not something that you want to go at alone.
I'd tried to quit many times before, but it was always because my girlfriend wanted me to quit. I thought I could quit for her, but I couldn't. When I joined a support group, I said that my major reason to quit was for her. After much personal reflection, I realized I was finally at a point where I wanted to quit for me. Also, I had always made excuses for why I chewed: my dad smoked when I was a kid, my friends chewed in high school. A huge change in thinking that helped me quit was accepting responsibility for the choice to chew and accepting responsibility for the choice to quit.
Do it for you. If you want to quit for your wife, your girlfriend/boyfriend, whatever, forget them. You must care for yourself first. Be self-centered. People who truly care for you will appreciate your choice. By caring for yourself, you're caring for those who love you.
This is my first and only post (June 9th, 2007) before joining the August 2008 BAMFERs back on May 19th, 2008. Don't I sound smart for a soon to be caver?
Newcomer or long time vet - stick around and use the tools available.
-
I quit chewing Feb 3rd of this year through a local smoking quit group. I was the first chewer my instructor could remember in her 15 years of leading the group. I'm a beanpole type guy, and have been putting on a bit of a beer belly recently, which somehow led me to this sight. Anyways, I just wanted to congratulate everybody on their choice to quit and for realizing it's not something that you want to go at alone.
I'd tried to quit many times before, but it was always because my girlfriend wanted me to quit. I thought I could quit for her, but I couldn't. When I joined a support group, I said that my major reason to quit was for her. After much personal reflection, I realized I was finally at a point where I wanted to quit for me. Also, I had always made excuses for why I chewed: my dad smoked when I was a kid, my friends chewed in high school. A huge change in thinking that helped me quit was accepting responsibility for the choice to chew and accepting responsibility for the choice to quit.
Do it for you. If you want to quit for your wife, your girlfriend/boyfriend, whatever, forget them. You must care for yourself first. Be self-centered. People who truly care for you will appreciate your choice. By caring for yourself, you're caring for those who love you.
This is my first and only post (June 9th, 2007) before joining the August 2008 BAMFERs back on May 19th, 2008. Don't I sound smart for a soon to be caver?
Newcomer or long time vet - stick around and use the tools available.
besides "sticking around and using the tools" which I think is fabulous advice, I think you hit on but failed to explicitly point out the other obvious.
Newbs should learn to shut the fuck up. :)
Nothing grates me more than having some righteous fuck with 1 day under his belt posting up words of wisdom about shit they don't know shit about.
i'm all for rampant participation. the more vocal the better. hop on board. but i can do without the other shit. at least for a week or so. :)
shocking Smokey, you felt the need to pontificate after only a few hours back then.
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
-
I quit chewing Feb 3rd of this year through a local smoking quit group. I was the first chewer my instructor could remember in her 15 years of leading the group. I'm a beanpole type guy, and have been putting on a bit of a beer belly recently, which somehow led me to this sight. Anyways, I just wanted to congratulate everybody on their choice to quit and for realizing it's not something that you want to go at alone.
I'd tried to quit many times before, but it was always because my girlfriend wanted me to quit. I thought I could quit for her, but I couldn't. When I joined a support group, I said that my major reason to quit was for her. After much personal reflection, I realized I was finally at a point where I wanted to quit for me. Also, I had always made excuses for why I chewed: my dad smoked when I was a kid, my friends chewed in high school. A huge change in thinking that helped me quit was accepting responsibility for the choice to chew and accepting responsibility for the choice to quit.
Do it for you. If you want to quit for your wife, your girlfriend/boyfriend, whatever, forget them. You must care for yourself first. Be self-centered. People who truly care for you will appreciate your choice. By caring for yourself, you're caring for those who love you.
This is my first and only post (June 9th, 2007) before joining the August 2008 BAMFERs back on May 19th, 2008. Don't I sound smart for a soon to be caver?
Newcomer or long time vet - stick around and use the tools available.
besides "sticking around and using the tools" which I think is fabulous advice, I think you hit on but failed to explicitly point out the other obvious.
Newbs should learn to shut the fuck up. :)
Nothing grates me more than having some righteous fuck with 1 day under his belt posting up words of wisdom about shit they don't know shit about.
i'm all for rampant participation. the more vocal the better. hop on board. but i can do without the other shit. at least for a week or so. :)
shocking Smokey, you felt the need to pontificate after only a few hours back then.
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
I was sailing pretty with over 4 months of quit under my belt biznitch. The door was closed and I was the superstar of quit. Back in '07, if you looked up the word "quit" in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of my naked body. I knew it all. Shit, I knew enough to know that I didn't need this site.
'embarrassed'
-
I quit chewing Feb 3rd of this year through a local smoking quit group. I was the first chewer my instructor could remember in her 15 years of leading the group. I'm a beanpole type guy, and have been putting on a bit of a beer belly recently, which somehow led me to this sight. Anyways, I just wanted to congratulate everybody on their choice to quit and for realizing it's not something that you want to go at alone.
I'd tried to quit many times before, but it was always because my girlfriend wanted me to quit. I thought I could quit for her, but I couldn't. When I joined a support group, I said that my major reason to quit was for her. After much personal reflection, I realized I was finally at a point where I wanted to quit for me. Also, I had always made excuses for why I chewed: my dad smoked when I was a kid, my friends chewed in high school. A huge change in thinking that helped me quit was accepting responsibility for the choice to chew and accepting responsibility for the choice to quit.
Do it for you. If you want to quit for your wife, your girlfriend/boyfriend, whatever, forget them. You must care for yourself first. Be self-centered. People who truly care for you will appreciate your choice. By caring for yourself, you're caring for those who love you.
This is my first and only post (June 9th, 2007) before joining the August 2008 BAMFERs back on May 19th, 2008. Don't I sound smart for a soon to be caver?
Newcomer or long time vet - stick around and use the tools available.
besides "sticking around and using the tools" which I think is fabulous advice, I think you hit on but failed to explicitly point out the other obvious.
Newbs should learn to shut the fuck up. :)
Nothing grates me more than having some righteous fuck with 1 day under his belt posting up words of wisdom about shit they don't know shit about.
i'm all for rampant participation. the more vocal the better. hop on board. but i can do without the other shit. at least for a week or so. :)
shocking Smokey, you felt the need to pontificate after only a few hours back then.
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
I was sailing pretty with over 4 months of quit under my belt biznitch. The door was closed and I was the superstar of quit. Back in '07, if you looked up the word "quit" in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of my naked body. I knew it all. Shit, I knew enough to know that I didn't need this site.
'embarrassed'
With this week's events I think it's more than obvious....
you can check out anytime you want, but you can never leave....
-
You had me at naked body.....
-
You had me at naked body.....
Ditto. I got real excited and licked my lips.
-
Hello Dear,my name is peace i saw your profile and ifoundpleasureto write you as my my friend so that we can communicate to eachothere,please mail me through my email address(peacelove_a2@hotmail.com (http://mailto:peacelove_a2@hotmail.com))that i will send you my pic for you to know who i am for the love andpleasure i have develpoed in your lovely profile i awaits your lovelyreplyas soon as you get this mail.peaceplease please please contact this email directlypeacelove_a2@hotmail.com (http://mailto:directlypeacelove_a2@hotmail.com)Â
---------------------------------------------------Please note that QSXtreme - KillTheCan.org Online Community has no control over thecontents of this message.---------------------------------------------------Â
Regards, The QSXtreme - KillTheCan.org Online Community team.index.php (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php)
I just got this message via e-mail?
My money's on Greg40.
-
Hello Dear,my name is peace i saw your profile and ifoundpleasureto write you as my my friend so that we can communicate to eachothere,please mail me through my email address(peacelove_a2@hotmail.com (http://mailto:peacelove_a2@hotmail.com))that i will send you my pic for you to know who i am for the love andpleasure i have develpoed in your lovely profile i awaits your lovelyreplyas soon as you get this mail.peaceplease please please contact this email directlypeacelove_a2@hotmail.com (http://mailto:directlypeacelove_a2@hotmail.com)Â
---------------------------------------------------Please note that QSXtreme - KillTheCan.org Online Community has no control over thecontents of this message.---------------------------------------------------Â
Regards, The QSXtreme - KillTheCan.org Online Community team.index.php (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php)
I just got this message via e-mail?
My money's on Greg40.
"Peace" is my tranny name... :D
-
Hello Dear,my name is peace i saw your profile and ifoundpleasureto write you as my my friend so that we can communicate to eachothere,please mail me through my email address(peacelove_a2@hotmail.com (http://mailto:peacelove_a2@hotmail.com))that i will send you my pic for you to know who i am for the love andpleasure i have develpoed in your lovely profile i awaits your lovelyreplyas soon as you get this mail.peaceplease please please contact this email directlypeacelove_a2@hotmail.com (http://mailto:directlypeacelove_a2@hotmail.com)Â
---------------------------------------------------Please note that QSXtreme - KillTheCan.org Online Community has no control over thecontents of this message.---------------------------------------------------Â
Regards, The QSXtreme - KillTheCan.org Online Community team.index.php (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php)
I just got this message via e-mail?
My money's on Greg40.
"Peace" is my tranny name... :D
Why the hell would you e-mail me when we already have lovely plans developed for love and pleasure this evening? Use your noodle, Dear.
-
Hello Dear,my name is peace i saw your profile and ifoundpleasureto write you as my my friend so that we can communicate to eachothere,please mail me through my email address(peacelove_a2@hotmail.com (http://mailto:peacelove_a2@hotmail.com))that i will send you my pic for you to know who i am for the love andpleasure i have develpoed in your lovely profile i awaits your lovelyreplyas soon as you get this mail.peaceplease please please contact this email directlypeacelove_a2@hotmail.com (http://mailto:directlypeacelove_a2@hotmail.com)Â
---------------------------------------------------Please note that QSXtreme - KillTheCan.org Online Community has no control over thecontents of this message.---------------------------------------------------Â
Regards, The QSXtreme - KillTheCan.org Online Community team.index.php (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php)
I just got this message via e-mail?
My money's on Greg40.
"Peace" is my tranny name... :D
Why the hell would you e-mail me when we already have lovely plans developed for love and pleasure this evening? Use your noodle, Dear.
greg was just feeling insecure and was testing you smokey.
-
Hello Dear,my name is peace i saw your profile and ifoundpleasureto write you as my my friend so that we can communicate to eachothere,please mail me through my email address(peacelove_a2@hotmail.com (http://mailto:peacelove_a2@hotmail.com))that i will send you my pic for you to know who i am for the love andpleasure i have develpoed in your lovely profile i awaits your lovelyreplyas soon as you get this mail.peaceplease please please contact this email directlypeacelove_a2@hotmail.com (http://mailto:directlypeacelove_a2@hotmail.com)Â
---------------------------------------------------Please note that QSXtreme - KillTheCan.org Online Community has no control over thecontents of this message.---------------------------------------------------Â
Regards, The QSXtreme - KillTheCan.org Online Community team.index.php (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php)
I just got this message via e-mail?
My money's on Greg40.
"Peace" is my tranny name... :D
Why the hell would you e-mail me when we already have lovely plans developed for love and pleasure this evening? Use your noodle, Dear.
greg was just feeling insecure and was testing you smokey.
Damn, and I was gonna lay my money on Goochy. I just KNOW he wants some sexy time with you, Smokey. 'Y'
-
Trolololo (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMGlQvPBQE0&feature=related)
-
TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLO (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NGSl3CldFY)
:blink:
-
I just went back and read this entire thread from the beginning. It made me recall the deviancy and harassment that I endured.
I am still full of questions these days. I remain bi-curious and I have adopted a routine of being active and practicing. It is second nature now. It all feels natural and that is a very good thing.
Here's my point. Going back and reading this thread from the beginning reminded me how fucking hard it was without May 2010 those first 600 days. That makes me appreciate how good life is right now. I am disgusted with myself for searching in the wrong places so much of my life.
Sometimes we need to be reminded of what it took to get us here and how we were locked in the closet. I am very glad that I found this site and fell in with this crazy ass misfit band of ass bandit quitters.
It has, without a doubt, changed my life for the better.
'winker'
-
I just went back and read this entire thread from the beginning. It made me recall the deviancy and harassment that I endured.
I am still full of questions these days. I remain bi-curious and I have adopted a routine of being active and practicing. It is second nature now. It all feels natural and that is a very good thing.
Here's my point. Going back and reading this thread from the beginning reminded me how fucking hard it was without May 2010 those first 600 days. That makes me appreciate how good life is right now. I am disgusted with myself for searching in the wrong places so much of my life.
Sometimes we need to be reminded of what it took to get us here and how we were locked in the closet. I am very glad that I found this site and fell in with this crazy ass misfit band of ass bandit quitters.
It has, without a doubt, changed my life for the better.
'winker'
Now that is just plain funny right there. I don't care who you are. (hint, go read Ready's intro post)
-
I've been thoroughly cleaning out my classroom this afternoon. I have a desk in the corner that I haven't cleaned out in years. I've found about 6 dried chews that I had to store unexpectadly when a student popped into my room. I sprayed cleaner inside the drawer and after wiping it out, my paper towel was covered in brown grit. F-ing disgusting. I should have done this during my 1st month of quit.
Clean it up quitters. Eliminate all signs of chew from your life. Clean your car, clean your desk, clean your garage. Get it out.
-
I just went back and read this entire thread from the beginning. It made me recall the deviancy and harassment that I endured.
I am still full of questions these days. I remain bi-curious and I have adopted a routine of being active and practicing. It is second nature now. It all feels natural and that is a very good thing.
Here's my point. Going back and reading this thread from the beginning reminded me how fucking hard it was without May 2010 those first 600 days. That makes me appreciate how good life is right now. I am disgusted with myself for searching in the wrong places so much of my life.
Sometimes we need to be reminded of what it took to get us here and how we were locked in the closet. I am very glad that I found this site and fell in with this crazy ass misfit band of ass bandit quitters.
It has, without a doubt, changed my life for the better.
'winker'
You had me at "I just went back"
-
I just went back and read this entire thread from the beginning. It made me recall the deviancy and harassment that I endured.
I am still full of questions these days. I remain bi-curious and I have adopted a routine of being active and practicing. It is second nature now. It all feels natural and that is a very good thing.
Here's my point. Going back and reading this thread from the beginning reminded me how fucking hard it was without May 2010 those first 600 days. That makes me appreciate how good life is right now. I am disgusted with myself for searching in the wrong places so much of my life.
Sometimes we need to be reminded of what it took to get us here and how we were locked in the closet. I am very glad that I found this site and fell in with this crazy ass misfit band of ass bandit quitters.
It has, without a doubt, changed my life for the better.
'winker'
You had me at "I just went back"
Me too..
-
This made my morning.... (http://www.adn.com/2010/03/18/1190035/anchorage-man-kills-neighbors.html#ixzz0ieKevtCm)
Grumpy Old Man and his bitch 'Remshot'
-
This made my morning.... (http://www.adn.com/2010/03/18/1190035/anchorage-man-kills-neighbors.html#ixzz0ieKevtCm)
Grumpy Old Man and his bitch 'Remshot'
I really didn't mean to make a killing shot on it. I just wanted to tickle it, is all I did, and I missed tickling it," Mueller said. "I'm sorry for shooting the dog, but I'm glad it's gone. It's just been a pain in my side here for a long time and those people just wouldn't do nothing about it."
Apparantley in Alaska, tickling is done with guns. I can get with that. LOL
-
I am still full of questions these days. I remain bi-curious and I have adopted a routine of being active and practicing. It is second nature now. It all feels natural and that is a very good thing.
Please tell me that quitting dip will not make me bi-sexual. According to my wife, I'm not getting the uni-sexual done correctly. I can't handle any more disapointed genders at this time.
-
I am still full of questions these days. I remain bi-curious and I have adopted a routine of being active and practicing. It is second nature now. It all feels natural and that is a very good thing.
Please tell me that quitting dip will not make me bi-sexual. According to my wife, I'm not getting the uni-sexual done correctly. I can't handle any more disapointed genders at this time.
Everything's gonna be fine.
TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLO (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NGSl3CldFY)
:blink:
-
Smokeyg - Day 671
I chopped two cords of wood this weekend. I did not crave chew even once. Never even thought about it.
You may crave like a sumbitch while doing yard work or other manly spring things. Think of Smokeyg and know that it can be done. Freedom is defeating one crave at a time. It will get easier, but you must handle what life throws at you today first.
Here's a little taste from early on in my quit:
Smokeyg - Day 13
Shit - I'm building a deck today and I keep fucking up. My wife has that look on her face like "you're fucking useless, but I'm not going to say anything because you're quitting chew". FUCK YOU NIC BITCH and FUCK YOU lack of carpentry skills. I will not chew today. I will not do anything that causes the police to come knocking on my door. FUCKKKK!!!!!!
-
Motherfucker! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lanepl9Pz7U)
-
Did the 2 cords of wood you chopped contain any of the day 13 deck material?
That would kick ass.
-
Did the 2 cords of wood you chopped contain any of the day 13 deck material?
That would kick ass.
No - we had 5 trees taken down in our backyard. They were unsafe. I have 4 other cords if anyone's interested. I don't have a fireplace.
-
Did the 2 cords of wood you chopped contain any of the day 13 deck material?
That would kick ass.
No - we had 5 trees taken down in our backyard. They were unsafe. I have 4 other cords if anyone's interested. I don't have a fireplace.
saying howdy to smokes and burying troll threads all at once. Smokey you chop nice wood.
That is all
sm
-
I've been thinking a lot lately. Thinking about keeping it really real. Sometimes life pulls me in conflicting directions, but the direction to take is the direction of realness. No games. No masquerade balls. No nothing but realness. Real realness. It's been weighing heavily on my mind these last few days. Really heavily. I wish I could take it all back, but the reality of the situation calls for me to keep on moving forward with this chosen path. So, for all of you out there who are contemplating your paths and your choices, please, for all of us, keep it really real. I implore you.
-
700
You see May - this is how you brag about a quit.
-
700
You see May - this is how you brag about a quit.
Nice 700 !!!
-
700
You see May - this is how you brag about a quit.
Nice 700 !!!
Nobody likes a braggart, ya faggart!
(Good job)
-
700
You see May - this is how you brag about a quit.
Nice 700 !!!
Nobody likes a braggart, ya faggart!
(Good job)
Ahhhh...Faggy McFaggerson - The Next Generation.
-
700
You see May - this is how you brag about a quit.
Nice 700 !!!
Nobody likes a braggart, ya faggart!
(Good job)
Ahhhh...Faggy McFaggerson - The Next Generation.
'clap' Nice 7 hundy there you.
-
700
You see May - this is how you brag about a quit.
Nice 700 !!!
Nobody likes a braggart, ya faggart!
(Good job)
Ahhhh...Faggy McFaggerson - The Next Generation.
'clap' Nice 7 hundy there you.
that'll do pig, that'll do
'worship'
-
700
You see May - this is how you brag about a quit.
Nice 700 !!!
Nobody likes a braggart, ya faggart!
(Good job)
Ahhhh...Faggy McFaggerson - The Next Generation.
'clap' Nice 7 hundy there you.
that'll do pig, that'll do
'worship'
Good job Smokey.
I don't care what anyone says about you......
-
700
You see May - this is how you brag about a quit.
Nice 700 !!!
Nobody likes a braggart, ya faggart!
(Good job)
Ahhhh...Faggy McFaggerson - The Next Generation.
'clap' Nice 7 hundy there you.
that'll do pig, that'll do
'worship'
Good job Smokey.
I don't care what anyone says about you......
Very Nice Sir!
'clap' 7-0-0 'clap'
-
700
You see May - this is how you brag about a quit.
Nice 700 !!!
Nobody likes a braggart, ya faggart!
(Good job)
Ahhhh...Faggy McFaggerson - The Next Generation.
'clap' Nice 7 hundy there you.
that'll do pig, that'll do
'worship'
Good job Smokey.
I don't care what anyone says about you......
Very Nice Sir!
'clap' 7-0-0 'clap'
Great job Smokey. Keeping setting the bar higher and higher. Like a trout in a beaver trap, you'll never have to think about eating tofu again.
-
700
You see May - this is how you brag about a quit.
Nice 700 !!!
Nobody likes a braggart, ya faggart!
(Good job)
Ahhhh...Faggy McFaggerson - The Next Generation.
'clap' Nice 7 hundy there you.
that'll do pig, that'll do
'worship'
Good job Smokey.
I don't care what anyone says about you......
Very Nice Sir!
'clap' 7-0-0 'clap'
Great job Smokey. Keeping setting the bar higher and higher. Like a trout in a beaver trap, you'll never have to think about eating tofu again.
May '10 is still dying to know...do you really have a 4G mobile internet connection shoved up your cornhole?
Congrats on 700, ya prick. :wub:
-
700
You see May - this is how you brag about a quit.
Nice 700 !!!
Nobody likes a braggart, ya faggart!
(Good job)
Ahhhh...Faggy McFaggerson - The Next Generation.
'clap' Nice 7 hundy there you.
that'll do pig, that'll do
'worship'
Good job Smokey.
I don't care what anyone says about you......
Very Nice Sir!
'clap' 7-0-0 'clap'
Great job Smokey. Keeping setting the bar higher and higher. Like a trout in a beaver trap, you'll never have to think about eating tofu again.
May '10 is still dying to know...do you really have a 4G mobile internet connection shoved up your cornhole?
Congrats on 700, ya prick. :wub:
Once Again, CONGRATS ON 700!!!
-
It's teacher appreciation week. Someone tell me how special I am. Tell me hard.
-
It's teacher appreciation week. Someone tell me how special I am. Tell me hard.
'clap'
Take this appreciation. Take it all!
-
It's teacher appreciation week. Someone tell me how special I am. Tell me hard.
homo
-
It's teacher appreciation week. Someone tell me how special I am. Tell me hard.
homo
turd nurdler
-
It's teacher appreciation week. Someone tell me how special I am. Tell me hard.
homo
turd nurdler
I appreciate the fact that if I were to light a match in my classroom right now, the whole school would go up in flames. Jesus H Cafeteria Grade Chicken Curry....
-
A little glimpse into my world.... (http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2011889414_robinswood18m.html)
I was on the grant writing team (the Superintendent dropped the news on us 3 days before the grant was due) and I was on the school transformation team (the Superintendent never allowed an official meeting prior to the non-acreditation decision).
Actually should work out well for me since I've been offered a position to start up the district's Online Academy as part of my teaching contract next year. I will keep my current students as my primary audience when I work to design the curriculum.
-
A little glimpse into my world.... (http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2011889414_robinswood18m.html)
I was on the grant writing team (the Superintendent dropped the news on us 3 days before the grant was due) and I was on the school transformation team (the Superintendent never allowed an official meeting prior to the non-acreditation decision).
Actually should work out well for me since I've been offered a position to start up the district's Online Academy as part of my teaching contract next year. I will keep my current students as my primary audience when I work to design the curriculum.
Crisis = Opportunity
This will be a catalyst for growth, guaranteed.
-
A little glimpse into my world.... (http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2011889414_robinswood18m.html)
I was on the grant writing team (the Superintendent dropped the news on us 3 days before the grant was due) and I was on the school transformation team (the Superintendent never allowed an official meeting prior to the non-acreditation decision).
Actually should work out well for me since I've been offered a position to start up the district's Online Academy as part of my teaching contract next year. I will keep my current students as my primary audience when I work to design the curriculum.
Crisis = Opportunity
This will be a catalyst for growth, guaranteed.
Hell yes.
Change is a great thing if you embrace it.
-
I took out my last chew exactly two years ago - to the second as I write this.
I was just sending a PM threatening to castrate one of the August Spotlighters and I realized that I had two minutes left til 8 o'clock. I actually started tearing up right then. I'm extremely proud of myself. Not just for quitting tobacco, but for still holding my quit paramount. For still realizing that I am an addict every day when I wake up and post roll with the BAMFers. When I took a break from nicotine for nearly 200 days in 2007, I had no support. Eventually, I had no pride in my quit. Eventually, I fell for just one.
With the support of this community and each of you I know that I will remain quit tomorrow. So long as I have this frame of mind, I will remain quit always. That is 100% fact. I will not forget the past 730 days.
Bitches.
-
Congrats on the two years !!! I will get there , just keep leading the way.
-
I took out my last chew exactly two years ago - to the second as I write this.
I was just sending a PM threatening to castrate one of the August Spotlighters and I realized that I had two minutes left til 8 o'clock. I actually started tearing up right then. I'm extremely proud of myself. Not just for quitting tobacco, but for still holding my quit paramount. For still realizing that I am an addict every day when I wake up and post roll with the BAMFers. When I took a break from nicotine for nearly 200 days in 2007, I had no support. Eventually, I had no pride in my quit. Eventually, I fell for just one.
With the support of this community and each of you I know that I will remain quit tomorrow. So long as I have this frame of mind, I will remain quit always. That is 100% fact. I will not forget the past 730 days.
Bitches.
Smokey, You are one badass Teacher! I have learned a lot from veiwing how you make your Quit a priority...Well Done and Thank you! Congrats on the two years!
-
I took out my last chew exactly two years ago - to the second as I write this.
I was just sending a PM threatening to castrate one of the August Spotlighters and I realized that I had two minutes left til 8 o'clock. I actually started tearing up right then. I'm extremely proud of myself. Not just for quitting tobacco, but for still holding my quit paramount. For still realizing that I am an addict every day when I wake up and post roll with the BAMFers. When I took a break from nicotine for nearly 200 days in 2007, I had no support. Eventually, I had no pride in my quit. Eventually, I fell for just one.
With the support of this community and each of you I know that I will remain quit tomorrow. So long as I have this frame of mind, I will remain quit always. That is 100% fact. I will not forget the past 730 days.
Bitches.
Smokey, You are one badass Teacher! I have learned a lot from veiwing how you make your Quit a priority...Well Done and Thank you! Congrats on the two years!
'party' CONGRATULATIONS SMOKEYG!!! 'party' Absolutely INCREDIBLE!!! Keep leading the way!!!
-
I took out my last chew exactly two years ago - to the second as I write this.
I was just sending a PM threatening to castrate one of the August Spotlighters and I realized that I had two minutes left til 8 o'clock. I actually started tearing up right then. I'm extremely proud of myself. Not just for quitting tobacco, but for still holding my quit paramount. For still realizing that I am an addict every day when I wake up and post roll with the BAMFers. When I took a break from nicotine for nearly 200 days in 2007, I had no support. Eventually, I had no pride in my quit. Eventually, I fell for just one.
With the support of this community and each of you I know that I will remain quit tomorrow. So long as I have this frame of mind, I will remain quit always. That is 100% fact. I will not forget the past 730 days.
Bitches.
Seems like only 30 days ago that we were congratulating you on reaching 700 days quit...time flies, don't it?
Congrats, smokey! You're the shit-disturbingest quit brother I know. (That's a compliment.) ;)
-
I took out my last chew exactly two years ago - to the second as I write this.
I was just sending a PM threatening to castrate one of the August Spotlighters and I realized that I had two minutes left til 8 o'clock. I actually started tearing up right then. I'm extremely proud of myself. Not just for quitting tobacco, but for still holding my quit paramount. For still realizing that I am an addict every day when I wake up and post roll with the BAMFers. When I took a break from nicotine for nearly 200 days in 2007, I had no support. Eventually, I had no pride in my quit. Eventually, I fell for just one.
With the support of this community and each of you I know that I will remain quit tomorrow. So long as I have this frame of mind, I will remain quit always. That is 100% fact. I will not forget the past 730 days.
Bitches.
'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
Very nice.
-
I took out my last chew exactly two years ago - to the second as I write this.
I was just sending a PM threatening to castrate one of the August Spotlighters and I realized that I had two minutes left til 8 o'clock. I actually started tearing up right then. I'm extremely proud of myself. Not just for quitting tobacco, but for still holding my quit paramount. For still realizing that I am an addict every day when I wake up and post roll with the BAMFers. When I took a break from nicotine for nearly 200 days in 2007, I had no support. Eventually, I had no pride in my quit. Eventually, I fell for just one.
With the support of this community and each of you I know that I will remain quit tomorrow. So long as I have this frame of mind, I will remain quit always. That is 100% fact. I will not forget the past 730 days.
Bitches.
'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
Very nice.
u da man....
-
I took out my last chew exactly two years ago - to the second as I write this.
I was just sending a PM threatening to castrate one of the August Spotlighters and I realized that I had two minutes left til 8 o'clock. I actually started tearing up right then. I'm extremely proud of myself. Not just for quitting tobacco, but for still holding my quit paramount. For still realizing that I am an addict every day when I wake up and post roll with the BAMFers. When I took a break from nicotine for nearly 200 days in 2007, I had no support. Eventually, I had no pride in my quit. Eventually, I fell for just one.
With the support of this community and each of you I know that I will remain quit tomorrow. So long as I have this frame of mind, I will remain quit always. That is 100% fact. I will not forget the past 730 days.
Bitches.
'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
Very nice.
u da man....
Awesome job SmokeyGspot!
-
I took out my last chew exactly two years ago - to the second as I write this.
I was just sending a PM threatening to castrate one of the August Spotlighters and I realized that I had two minutes left til 8 o'clock. I actually started tearing up right then. I'm extremely proud of myself. Not just for quitting tobacco, but for still holding my quit paramount. For still realizing that I am an addict every day when I wake up and post roll with the BAMFers. When I took a break from nicotine for nearly 200 days in 2007, I had no support. Eventually, I had no pride in my quit. Eventually, I fell for just one.
With the support of this community and each of you I know that I will remain quit tomorrow. So long as I have this frame of mind, I will remain quit always. That is 100% fact. I will not forget the past 730 days.
Bitches.
'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
Very nice.
u da man....
Awesome job SmokeyGspot!
Very Nice and Congrats. Never stop fighting!
-
I will be competing in a 24 hour solo mountain bike race from noon Saturday to noon Sunday. Forecast is rain. I'm hoping to get in 15+ laps of 15 miles each. The most accurate answer to the following questions will win an autographed photo of Smokeyg in white spandex.
1) How will my race come to a drastic end?
2) What time will this occur?
-
I will be competing in a 24 hour solo mountain bike race from noon Saturday to noon Sunday. Forecast is rain. I'm hoping to get in 15+ laps of 15 miles each. The most accurate answer to the following questions will win an autographed photo of Smokeyg in white spandex.
1) How will my race come to a drastic end?
mule - Ass cramps
2) What time will this occur?
mule - 6:47 a.m.
-
I will be competing in a 24 hour solo mountain bike race from noon Saturday to noon Sunday. Forecast is rain. I'm hoping to get in 15+ laps of 15 miles each. The most accurate answer to the following questions will win an autographed photo of Smokeyg in white spandex.
1) How will my race come to a drastic end?
Neer miss of a tree round perpel haze.2) What time will this occur?
round 4 am.
-
I will be competing in a 24 hour solo mountain bike race from noon Saturday to noon Sunday. Forecast is rain. I'm hoping to get in 15+ laps of 15 miles each. The most accurate answer to the following questions will win an autographed photo of Smokeyg in white spandex.
1) How will my race come to a drastic end?
2) What time will this occur?
1. You will become distracted by a group of pot-smoking hippies finally showering in the rain, lay your bike down, and join the homosexual, earth-worshipping, rotten cheese smelling hippie orgy.
2. 12:03pm Saturday
-
I will be competing in a 24 hour solo mountain bike race from noon Saturday to noon Sunday. Forecast is rain. I'm hoping to get in 15+ laps of 15 miles each. The most accurate answer to the following questions will win an autographed photo of Smokeyg in white spandex.
1) How will my race come to a drastic end?
2) What time will this occur?
1. You will be raped by Nancy Pelosi. Seriously.
2. Lap 2, turn 2. I suggest you lube up just after lap 1.
Even so, with your ass thoroughly pounded in by an aging California congresswoman, you will emerge victorious, or maybe just 2nd or 3rd place. Nobody can really predict these things with any amount of accuracy.
-
I will be competing in a 24 hour solo mountain bike race from noon Saturday to noon Sunday. Forecast is rain. I'm hoping to get in 15+ laps of 15 miles each. The most accurate answer to the following questions will win an autographed photo of Smokeyg in white spandex.
1) How will my race come to a drastic end?
2) What time will this occur?
1. You will become distracted by a group of pot-smoking hippies finally showering in the rain, lay your bike down, and join the homosexual, earth-worshipping, rotten cheese smelling hippie orgy.
2. 12:03pm Saturday
Contest over, Greg wins. How he got my crystal ball I'll never know.
:lol:
-
I will be competing in a 24 hour solo mountain bike race from noon Saturday to noon Sunday. Forecast is rain. I'm hoping to get in 15+ laps of 15 miles each. The most accurate answer to the following questions will win an autographed photo of Smokeyg in white spandex.
1) How will my race come to a drastic end?
2) What time will this occur?
And the winner is.......
-
I will be competing in a 24 hour solo mountain bike race from noon Saturday to noon Sunday. Forecast is rain. I'm hoping to get in 15+ laps of 15 miles each. The most accurate answer to the following questions will win an autographed photo of Smokeyg in white spandex.
1) How will my race come to a drastic end?
2) What time will this occur?
And the winner is.......
It was quite the experience. I made it through nine laps for 135 miles before my body completely shut down at 4:30am Sunday morning. Lap nine was actually one of my fastest. Once I got back to my tent and sat in the chair, I couldn't hold my head up or keep my eyes open. People were trying to get me back out there, but it was hopeless. I slept for 90 minutes and finally got out of the tent to ride my next lap. It took me another hour or so to finally get back on the bike. That final lap took me about 2.5 hours (I was averaging around 1.5 hours for my other laps). I got back to the camp and decided not to ride anymore. 150 miles was good enough.
So, no one wins. I will give out the white spandex photo to my most deserving student.
-
I will be competing in a 24 hour solo mountain bike race from noon Saturday to noon Sunday. Forecast is rain. I'm hoping to get in 15+ laps of 15 miles each. The most accurate answer to the following questions will win an autographed photo of Smokeyg in white spandex.
1) How will my race come to a drastic end?
2) What time will this occur?
And the winner is.......
It was quite the experience. I made it through nine laps for 135 miles before my body completely shut down at 4:30am Sunday morning. Lap nine was actually one of my fastest. Once I got back to my tent and sat in the chair, I couldn't hold my head up or keep my eyes open. People were trying to get me back out there, but it was hopeless. I slept for 90 minutes and finally got out of the tent to ride my next lap. It took me another hour or so to finally get back on the bike. That final lap took me about 2.5 hours (I was averaging around 1.5 hours for my other laps). I got back to the camp and decided not to ride anymore. 150 miles was good enough.
So, no one wins. I will give out the white spandex photo to my most deserving student.
BULLSHIT
Nancy Pelosi was pounding your chocolate starfish.
Fucking admit it dude.
-
I will be competing in a 24 hour solo mountain bike race from noon Saturday to noon Sunday. Forecast is rain. I'm hoping to get in 15+ laps of 15 miles each. The most accurate answer to the following questions will win an autographed photo of Smokeyg in white spandex.
1) How will my race come to a drastic end?
2) What time will this occur?
And the winner is.......
It was quite the experience. I made it through nine laps for 135 miles before my body completely shut down at 4:30am Sunday morning. Lap nine was actually one of my fastest. Once I got back to my tent and sat in the chair, I couldn't hold my head up or keep my eyes open. People were trying to get me back out there, but it was hopeless. I slept for 90 minutes and finally got out of the tent to ride my next lap. It took me another hour or so to finally get back on the bike. That final lap took me about 2.5 hours (I was averaging around 1.5 hours for my other laps). I got back to the camp and decided not to ride anymore. 150 miles was good enough.
So, no one wins. I will give out the white spandex photo to my most deserving student.
BULLSHIT
Nancy Pelosi was pounding your chocolate starfish.
Fucking admit it dude.
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
-
I will be competing in a 24 hour solo mountain bike race from noon Saturday to noon Sunday. Forecast is rain. I'm hoping to get in 15+ laps of 15 miles each. The most accurate answer to the following questions will win an autographed photo of Smokeyg in white spandex.
1) How will my race come to a drastic end?
2) What time will this occur?
And the winner is.......
It was quite the experience. I made it through nine laps for 135 miles before my body completely shut down at 4:30am Sunday morning. Lap nine was actually one of my fastest. Once I got back to my tent and sat in the chair, I couldn't hold my head up or keep my eyes open. People were trying to get me back out there, but it was hopeless. I slept for 90 minutes and finally got out of the tent to ride my next lap. It took me another hour or so to finally get back on the bike. That final lap took me about 2.5 hours (I was averaging around 1.5 hours for my other laps). I got back to the camp and decided not to ride anymore. 150 miles was good enough.
So, no one wins. I will give out the white spandex photo to my most deserving student.
BULLSHIT
Nancy Pelosi was pounding your chocolate starfish.
Fucking admit it dude.
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
Is that why I couldn't wipe. I thought maybe it was due to the bike lever I stuck up there at 2:30am to help me stay alert. Seriously, my asscheeks were swollen together Sunday night. I shat three times and it oozed out the top and bottom of my crack. I still smell like dirty laundry doused in vinegar.
-
Strawberry (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNBZRVIVpqE&feature=fvst)
-
Strawberry (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNBZRVIVpqE&feature=fvst)
I freeked out a person that had your polish shield eagle on their calf when I told them what an awesome polish eagle it was. Thanks for the education.
-
I will be competing in a 24 hour solo mountain bike race from noon Saturday to noon Sunday. Forecast is rain. I'm hoping to get in 15+ laps of 15 miles each. The most accurate answer to the following questions will win an autographed photo of Smokeyg in white spandex.
1) How will my race come to a drastic end?
2) What time will this occur?
And the winner is.......
It was quite the experience. I made it through nine laps for 135 miles before my body completely shut down at 4:30am Sunday morning. Lap nine was actually one of my fastest. Once I got back to my tent and sat in the chair, I couldn't hold my head up or keep my eyes open. People were trying to get me back out there, but it was hopeless. I slept for 90 minutes and finally got out of the tent to ride my next lap. It took me another hour or so to finally get back on the bike. That final lap took me about 2.5 hours (I was averaging around 1.5 hours for my other laps). I got back to the camp and decided not to ride anymore. 150 miles was good enough.
So, no one wins. I will give out the white spandex photo to my most deserving student.
BULLSHIT
Nancy Pelosi was pounding your chocolate starfish.
Fucking admit it dude.
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
Is that why I couldn't wipe. I thought maybe it was due to the bike lever I stuck up there at 2:30am to help me stay alert. Seriously, my asscheeks were swollen together Sunday night. I shat three times and it oozed out the top and bottom of my crack. I still smell like dirty laundry doused in vinegar.
I just threw-up a little in my mouth.
Fucker.
-
Problem solved. Wait, what problem? Go lack of teacher accountability go!
P.S. I was transferred from a "failing" bottom 5% in WA state school to the 13th best school in the nation according to Newsweek. (http://www.newsweek.com/feature/2010/americas-best-high-schools/list.html) Should make for some interesting culture shock.
-
A little something for the single quitters out there. (http://www.theonion.com/video/stouffers-to-include-suicide-prevention-tips-on-si,17129/)
-
Hey smoke-stack... just came by to visit bro!! good shit you got in hrrrr. I speant the entire time laughing my balls off!! Hilarious stuff.
Now eat shit you pillow biter and have ur-self a super dooper homo day!!
WORD
Wildcat :ph43r:
Wildcat, you ninja-gaiden wanna-be motherfucker. I will give you a sho-ryu-ken if you ever show your patent-leather face around here again.
'Finger' :ph43r:
Smokey,
:ph43r: 'ninja2' 'nutkick'
Have a nice day,
:ph43r:
Nice New Green Dot Wildcat!!! 500! 'Finger' :ph43r:
Dude, you noticed my new green dot!! I call it "cyber-bling" for all intents and purposes.
Man, I can't believe you and I got off on the wrong foot (actually, in retrospect I probably owe you an apology). Ur a good fucker man!! I kind of like ur punk ass (although not in the kind of way you would like me to like you, queer).
:ph43r:
Apologies are for pussies. Apologies are for ninja-gaiden wanna be motherfuckers.
'Finger' :ph43r: Apology accepted....
Good quittin'.
ohhhh my names wilcatt.. i gotta new dott check me outt, i am the fuggin man..
both of you guys are fuggin faggottsss.
keepp fightting the good fightt brotherrsss
-
5,000 bitches sittin' in a tree....
-
start this at 3:15. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jT0m648_wNk&feature=related)
-
start this at 3:15. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jT0m648_wNk&feature=related)
Start this after that. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWsKR2xg6HE)
-
I went for a long bike ride today and flatted near my old poison merchant. I had ACL / meniscus surgery back in 2003. I remembered driving myself down to that gas station, high on oxycotin, just two days after my surgery. I had to drive exclusively with my left foot while supporting my right leg with my free hand.
Also, I remember ripping the bone plug out of my knee about 367 days later because the repaired area had not yet fully vascularized (poor blood flow). Had to go through surgery and recovery all over again. What the fuck? As I gain more control over my addiction, I am disgusted that chew was my number one priority between 18-30 years old....all of those winking vaginas gone to waste.
...The reason I'm feeling so disgusted with my past choices is that I'm now realizing how beautiful life can be. Faggy? You know it.
-
I went for a long bike ride today and flatted near my old poison merchant. I had ACL / meniscus surgery back in 2003. I remembered driving myself down to that gas station, high on oxycotin, just two days after my surgery. I had to drive exclusively with my left foot while supporting my right leg with my free hand.
Also, I remember ripping the bone plug out of my knee about 367 days later because the repaired area had not yet fully vascularized (poor blood flow). Had to go through surgery and recovery all over again. What the fuck? As I gain more control over my addiction, I am disgusted that chew was my number one priority between 18-30 years old....all of those winking vaginas gone to waste.
...The reason I'm feeling so disgusted with my past choices is that I'm now realizing how beautiful life can be. Faggy? You know it.
I had ACL/meniscus surgery back in 2000 - I crashed at my mom's house that summer, and couldn't get down the stairs to my room, so they let me stay upstairs in their room while I recovered after surgery. I had my sister go buy me dip so I could dip while I was laid up. Had a lot of empty cans under the bed at the end of my stay.
I have to run by my Shell station every day I run where, if I were to go inside, they would have the can ready for me. I totally feel you on the disgust factor - Congrats on such a long and masterful quit -
No homo.
-
Steaming piles of shit
Flies buzz, maggots reach for air
Remshot checks his breath
-
The History of One Tough Motherfucker
By Charles Bukowski
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and
terrorized
a white cross-eyed tailless cat
I took him in and fed him and he stayed
grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway
and ran him over
I took what was left to a vet who said, 'not much
chance...give him these pills...his backbone
is crushed, but it was crushed before and somehow
mended, if he lives he'll never walk, look at
these x-rays, he's been shot, look here, the pellets
are still there...also, he once had a tail, somebody
cut it off...'
I took the cat back, it was a hot summer, one of the
hottest in decades, I put him on the bathroom
floor, gave him water and pills, he wouldn't eat, he
wouldn't touch the water, I dipped my finger into it
and wet his mouth and I talked to him, I didn't go any-
where, I put in a lot of bathroom time and talked to
him and gently touched him and he looked back at
me with those pale blue crossed eyes and as the days went
by he made his first move
dragging himself forward by his front legs
(the rear ones wouldn't work)
he made it to the litter box
crawled over and in,
it was like the trumpet of possible victory
blowing in that bathroom and into the city, I
related to that cat-I'd had it bad, not that
bad but bad enough
one morning he got up, stood up, fell back down and
just looked at me.
'you can make it, ' I said to him.
he kept trying, getting up falling down, finally
he walked a few steps, he was like a drunk, the
rear legs just didn't want to do it and he fell again, rested,
then got up.
you know the rest: now he's better than ever, cross-eyed
almost toothless, but the grace is back, and that look in
his eyes never left...
and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about
life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed,
shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say, 'look, look
at this! '
but they don't understand, they say something like, 'you
say you've been influenced by Celine? '
'no, ' I hold the cat up, 'by what happens, by
things like this, by this, by this! '
I shake the cat, hold him up in
the smoky and drunken light, he's relaxed he knows...
it's then that the interviews end
although I am proud sometimes when I see the pictures
later and there I am and there is the cat and we are photo-
graphed together.
he too knows it's bullshit but that somehow it all helps.
-
"I am proud sometimes when I see the pictures
later and there I am and there is the cat and we are photo-
graphed together"
Thanks for helping me quit (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8gNPUzmjJY), smokeyg. I owe ya, man.
-
I had a dream about my friend SmokeyG last night.
I was walking through a peaceful meadow. I saw bunnies fucking trees, cats and dogs living in harmony, hippies eating leaves, you know - all the feel good shit Smokes loved.
While I listened to the sweet song of the whippoorwill chewing on some fresh Ma and Pa brand Beef Jerky, out of nowhere appeared this "yoda-looking" oracle of sorts who said to me:
"Hello brother. Why are you ingesting that Ma and Pa Beef Jerky? Do you no know it to be full of preservatives and other non-natural ingredients?"
I replied "I ingest it because I am a quitter. An addict. Ingesting Ma and Pa has become habit for me to replace the cancer causing filth I used to ingest. I no longer use that shit - now, it is only Ma and Pa for me."
The oracle replied "My brother! Our paths have crossed at exactly the right time. I have a recipe for a truly magical, all natural, organic, vegan substitute for that vile chemical laced Ma and Pa that will truly satisfy even the strongest cravings for that poison known as nicotine. They are known as SEA SALT POUCHES and contain the magic of nature. They are made as such:
Ingredients:
2 tbls Sea Salt
1 tsp worchester sauce
Tabasco sauce
1/2 oz fresh seaweed - uncut
Gently mix salt, worchester sauce tabasco. Place in flattened seaweed. Wrap into secure pouch and insert in desired location. For travel sea salt pouches, use a touch of vanilla frosting to seal edges. Chocolate will suffice.
Try these for I guarantee the results will be favorable."
I was speechless. I - a mere lost traveler in this peaceful valley of bunny fuckers - had happened on a true Oracle of quit - albeit in Yoda-like form - who passed on priceless knowledge of the quit to me right then and there. I just had to know....
"Who are you?" I asked.
The oracle replied "Young traveler. Brother. I am but just a quitter myself. I go by the name SmokeyG. I share this knowledge to help guide you along the path of the true quitter. I provide only the information you truly seek and only share it when you are truly ready to receive it."
I replied, "I understand. I must ask, how did you get the name SmokeyG though? That seems somewhat punk-ass for a true Oracle."
From out of nowhere, really annoying RAP MUSIC began to play, the cats and dogs began to fight, the bunnies stopped fucking and the hippies all split. The Oracle replied, "Smokeyg is my gang name. I am a founding member of T.O.G. - Tyee's Original Gangsters. We used to raise hell in my suburban white-bread middle school. The G stands for Gangsta. Smokey came to fruition when I taught some of my friends the correct way to inhale a cigarette when we were 13. "Just take a drag and pretend like your mom just walked in on you beating off." Ahhhh.
Don't fuck with me or I'll shank your ass. Bitch. Go aks yo' motha'. Mothafucka'."
It woke up in a cold sweat, thankful to still be on the path of the quit.
-
That's some weird shit rocky, now if we could just locate smokes, where the heck is he?
-
Baby G (http://www.our365.com/NewbornPortraits/BabyDetail.aspx?birthid=c17b0d5b-611a-459c-bcf6-bafa9df6550a)
-
Baby G (http://www.our365.com/NewbornPortraits/BabyDetail.aspx?birthid=c17b0d5b-611a-459c-bcf6-bafa9df6550a)
'Cheers' 'oh yeah' 'dance' 'chew2' 'clap' 'clap'
grats! beautiful little girl!!!
-
Baby G (http://www.our365.com/NewbornPortraits/BabyDetail.aspx?birthid=c17b0d5b-611a-459c-bcf6-bafa9df6550a)
'Cheers' 'oh yeah' 'dance' 'chew2' 'clap' 'clap'
grats! beautiful little girl!!!
Beautiful, great job. My daughter was also born at 9am, best all-nighter ever.
Congratulations!
-
Baby G (http://www.our365.com/NewbornPortraits/BabyDetail.aspx?birthid=c17b0d5b-611a-459c-bcf6-bafa9df6550a)
'Cheers' 'oh yeah' 'dance' 'chew2' 'clap' 'clap'
grats! beautiful little girl!!!
Beautiful, great job. My daughter was also born at 9am, best all-nighter ever.
Congratulations!
Hope she looks like her mama!!
Congrats!!
-
I had a dream about my friend SmokeyG last night.
I was walking through a peaceful meadow. I saw bunnies fucking trees, cats and dogs living in harmony, hippies eating leaves, you know - all the feel good shit Smokes loved.
While I listened to the sweet song of the whippoorwill chewing on some fresh Ma and Pa brand Beef Jerky, out of nowhere appeared this "yoda-looking" oracle of sorts who said to me:
"Hello brother. Why are you ingesting that Ma and Pa Beef Jerky? Do you no know it to be full of preservatives and other non-natural ingredients?"
I replied "I ingest it because I am a quitter. An addict. Ingesting Ma and Pa has become habit for me to replace the cancer causing filth I used to ingest. I no longer use that shit - now, it is only Ma and Pa for me."
The oracle replied "My brother! Our paths have crossed at exactly the right time. I have a recipe for a truly magical, all natural, organic, vegan substitute for that vile chemical laced Ma and Pa that will truly satisfy even the strongest cravings for that poison known as nicotine. They are known as SEA SALT POUCHES and contain the magic of nature. They are made as such:
Ingredients:
2 tbls Sea Salt
1 tsp worchester sauce
Tabasco sauce
1/2 oz fresh seaweed - uncut
Gently mix salt, worchester sauce tabasco. Place in flattened seaweed. Wrap into secure pouch and insert in desired location. For travel sea salt pouches, use a touch of vanilla frosting to seal edges. Chocolate will suffice.
Try these for I guarantee the results will be favorable."
I was speechless. I - a mere lost traveler in this peaceful valley of bunny fuckers - had happened on a true Oracle of quit - albeit in Yoda-like form - who passed on priceless knowledge of the quit to me right then and there. I just had to know....
"Who are you?" I asked.
The oracle replied "Young traveler. Brother. I am but just a quitter myself. I go by the name SmokeyG. I share this knowledge to help guide you along the path of the true quitter. I provide only the information you truly seek and only share it when you are truly ready to receive it."
I replied, "I understand. I must ask, how did you get the name SmokeyG though? That seems somewhat punk-ass for a true Oracle."
From out of nowhere, really annoying RAP MUSIC began to play, the cats and dogs began to fight, the bunnies stopped fucking and the hippies all split. The Oracle replied, "Smokeyg is my gang name. I am a founding member of T.O.G. - Tyee's Original Gangsters. We used to raise hell in my suburban white-bread middle school. The G stands for Gangsta. Smokey came to fruition when I taught some of my friends the correct way to inhale a cigarette when we were 13. "Just take a drag and pretend like your mom just walked in on you beating off." Ahhhh.
Don't fuck with me or I'll shank your ass. Bitch. Go aks yo' motha'. Mothafucka'."
It woke up in a cold sweat, thankful to still be on the path of the quit.
I don't care who you are, that shit is funny!
-
I masturbate to this scene (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-NX98ppXaE) at least twice every Halloween. Quota already met. About to be exceeded after eggs, toast and a big glass of OJ.
-
I masturbate to this scene (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-NX98ppXaE) at least twice every Halloween. Quota already met. About to be exceeded after eggs, toast and a big glass of OJ.
What a surprise that was....I was expecting Ron Jeremy dressed in a pumpkin outfit hogtied, while Peter North would be dressed as an evil scarecrow "throwing ropes" across Ron's beautiful, manly chest. Maybe you are not quite the fag I thought you were......
Cute kid....congrats.
g40
fumrsyfcshs
-
I masturbate to this scene (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-NX98ppXaE) at least twice every Halloween. Quota already met. About to be exceeded after eggs, toast and a big glass of OJ.
What a surprise that was....I was expecting Ron Jeremy dressed in a pumpkin outfit hogtied, while Peter North would be dressed as an evil scarecrow "throwing ropes" across Ron's beautiful, manly chest. Maybe you are not quite the fag I thought you were......
Cute kid....congrats.
g40
fumrsyfcshs
I actually watched that movie while my wife napped in the other room and my four day old daughter slept in my arms. My parents let me watch that shit when I was a kid and I turned out alright.
-
I masturbate to this scene (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-NX98ppXaE) at least twice every Halloween. Quota already met. About to be exceeded after eggs, toast and a big glass of OJ.
What a surprise that was....I was expecting Ron Jeremy dressed in a pumpkin outfit hogtied, while Peter North would be dressed as an evil scarecrow "throwing ropes" across Ron's beautiful, manly chest. Maybe you are not quite the fag I thought you were......
Cute kid....congrats.
g40
fumrsyfcshs
I actually watched that movie while my wife napped in the other room and my four day old daughter slept in my arms. My parents let me watch that shit when I was a kid and I turned out alright.
Baby smoke-stack (http://www.epicfail.com/2010/07/13/parenting-fail-56/)waxing his dolphin.
-
I masturbate to this scene (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-NX98ppXaE) at least twice every Halloween. Quota already met. About to be exceeded after eggs, toast and a big glass of OJ.
What a surprise that was....I was expecting Ron Jeremy dressed in a pumpkin outfit hogtied, while Peter North would be dressed as an evil scarecrow "throwing ropes" across Ron's beautiful, manly chest. Maybe you are not quite the fag I thought you were......
Cute kid....congrats.
g40
fumrsyfcshs
I actually watched that movie while my wife napped in the other room and my four day old daughter slept in my arms. My parents let me watch that shit when I was a kid and I turned out alright.
Baby smoke-stack (http://www.epicfail.com/2010/07/13/parenting-fail-56/)waxing his dolphin.
um ....can you define "alright" Smokes?
-
Uncle Shelby's Distractions for Quitters, Daddies, Counselors and Stoners....
A Boy Named Sue (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7e5ZVIpB4sw)
The Whole Silverstein Version (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZNZt5qVgvM&feature=related)
The Perfect High (http://crazcowboy.tripod.com/Silverstein/high.htm)
The Smoke Off (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVfE_-ZJAxc)
One Tennis Shoe (http://books.google.com/books?id=gUnMD1VT714C&printsec=frontcover&dq=an+adult+evening+of+shel+silverstein&source=bl&ots=g_Rus87uM6&sig=m21qZXmbWCNrpcLvAE-EnpOsqes&hl=en&ei=1YIJTYWeGIXSsAOc_fzMDg&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1&ved=0CBoQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q&f=false)
-
Had to revert to one of my older avatars after reading TCOPE's blog (http://aprilfoqers.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2009-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-05%3A00&updated-max=2010-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-05%3A00&max-results=18).
Came across this little pearl o' mine. Wonder if this fucker is still quit?
Hey Chanilla. Yeah, I know exactly what you're saying. When I took the past two weeks or so off from the site, I definitely thought more about chewing and how great just one would be. I stepped away because I'm a little obsessive, but also because I thought I could make it fine without this site. I say it's not worth finding out. The stakes are too high. But, I also realize that there is much more than KTC keeping me clean. I am keeping me clean. I am the one not buying chew when I stop to get gas. I am the person who has developed a large toolbox of alternatives when I feel the urge to chew. KTC has provided me a sounding board, support and huge accountability, but when it comes down to it, I am mostly accountable to myself. Every time I promise my August brothers that I will not chew today, I am making that promise to myself. I also had the thought when I was away that in a perfect world people wouldn't even need this website. If you make the decision to take control of your life, that should be enough. But, the vast majority of people don't know how to support themselves. We're convinced that we're not worth it. We feel we need something more important than ourselves to watch over us. Well, KTC provides a forum to overcome those mental blocks. Eventually, I will reach a point where I have internalized the strength that this site provides me, but I'm not there yet. When I reach that point, I hope to stay around and continue helping those newcomers. Anyways, sorry for rambling. I do that more for myself than anything. Remember, YOU are doing this. There is no shame in feeling like you're living on the edge. The fact that you are still making positive decisions is a testiment to your strength. Keep the quit.
Yup. Still quit.
-
And, I can't believe my dad still smokes. Went hiking with him this morning and asked him how quitting cigarettes was going. I got the same old "Well, pretty good, I guess. Yeah, it's going better" that I used to give my wife. I seriously thought he had quit. He was using Nicorette for 3-4 months and chewing the hell out of butterscotch candies. He even told me that he was washing his hands and face and brushing his teeth so my mom wouldn't find out.
So quitters, how do you think I should approach this situation?
-
And, I can't believe my dad still smokes. Went hiking with him this morning and asked him how quitting cigarettes was going. I got the same old "Well, pretty good, I guess. Yeah, it's going better" that I used to give my wife. I seriously thought he had quit. He was using Nicorette for 3-4 months and chewing the hell out of butterscotch candies. He even told me that he was washing his hands and face and brushing his teeth so my mom wouldn't find out.
So quitters, how do you think I should approach this situation?
If he is not ready to quit I don't think there is much you can do to force the issue. You could let him know as often as you can, without nagging, how great things are when you are not a slave. You already know how hard it is. You already know that he must want it more than anything else.
Be a good example. Show him this can be done.
I suspect you already know these things.
-
I think the fear of failure prevents folks from trying. Encourage him by telling him you believe in him. Tell him he has the strength to do it. Show him this site and all the successful quits going on right now. Shit, just tell him that if your buddy, Bean, can do it, anyone can.
Nagging won't do it and you can't quit for him or motivate him. He knows it is killing him...all nic addicts know it. The key is whether he believes he can beat nicotine, then he might be willing to try. So tell him that you know he can do it. He has the strength and the tools. His support group is waiting on him to post roll with his quit group. If he takes the first step, we'll help with all the rest. Shit, I don't even know him and I believe he can do it.
-
I think the fear of failure prevents folks from trying. Encourage him by telling him you believe in him. Tell him he has the strength to do it. Show him this site and all the successful quits going on right now. Shit, just tell him that if your buddy, Bean, can do it, anyone can.
Nagging won't do it and you can't quit for him or motivate him. He knows it is killing him...all nic addicts know it. The key is whether he believes he can beat nicotine, then he might be willing to try. So tell him that you know he can do it. He has the strength and the tools. His support group is waiting on him to post roll with his quit group. If he takes the first step, we'll help with all the rest. Shit, I don't even know him and I believe he can do it.
I was definitely certain not to nag as we talked. I've told him all about this website and some of the similar quit smoking sites as well. I've offered my support for accountability and advice. I feel like there's nothing I can do 'til he wants to quit for himself - as you said.
I like the idea of solely focusing on his strength and how great it is to be free. He's failed so many times in the past, I imagine believing in himself is a major roadblock. In the addict's mind, it's better to take control of failure by buying a pack or can than to later fall against your will. It's the same philosophy that causes so many of my students to drop out; they're not failing, they're making the choice before they fail.
I'll talk to him about his strength soon. I know him well and I know he can do it.
Thanks. Any other advice or personal experiences are appreciated.
-
Smokey, my dad had quit all nic around 20 years ago. Within the last 6 months, he has started smoking cigars, and I would not be shocked if I saw him smoke a cigarette. I don't understand why he "quit the quit"; a bit disheartening.
I just read in another intro about how this quitter feels more social since he has quit. No more hiding to dip, wasting time that could be spent with family and friends. Being more social - a positive result of quitting.
Maybe something that simple, when the time is right, and he seems receptive. Make a list for him of all the benefits of quitting, and a list of the negatives. A visual aid of sorts to get him thinking. Along with convincing him that he is strong enough, and can succeed.
Hell, I don't know. My dad would just tell me that he is on the downhill side of life, and doesn't give a damn. I wish you the best with getting him on board.
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
-
You have a lot of almost gay things happen to you?
-
You have a lot of almost gay things happen to you?
Moderation, moderation, moderation.
-
You have a lot of almost gay things happen to you?
Moderation, moderation, moderation.
At what point does almost gay become gay?
-
You have a lot of almost gay things happen to you?
Moderation, moderation, moderation.
At what point does almost gay become gay?
If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times in here...apply a bandaid to your buddy's elbow, nobody calls you a doctor...put out a little kitchen blaze with the extinguisher, nobody calls you a fireman, BUT JUST SUCK ONE LITTLE DICK...
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
Oh God this is great.
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
Oh God this is great.
Oh my god. I'm in tears......
-
Damn, day three has been the toughest for me by a longshot. I've been here before (not with this program), and I realize that the withdrawals get shorter and weaker, but will never be gone. I stayed quit for almost a year last time and had a freak accident - totally my fault but it didn't seem that way in the moment.Â
I'm in a shitty mood right now, so all the veterans who have been calling people out for returning to this program after failing previously, shut the fuck up and start being supportive. To call someone weak because they tripped up earlier is insulting nearly every person in here. God Bless the person who quit on their first try, but they are few and far between.Â
I understand the veteran concept of "I can be a dick and give them someone to prove wrong." I'm up for a good challenge, but quitting this shit without having to listen to your holier than thou attitude is hard enough. We'll all still be quit tomorrow, but only some of us will be cunts.Â
Whew, thanks for letting me work through that craving.... 'Finger'
Ma and Pa would be so disappointed....
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
Oh God this is great.
Oh my god. I'm in tears......
'crackup' Hahahaha oh man.... so great! I needed to read something like that today.
'Popcorn'
What's next?
-
Hanging out in the trainwreck known as April 2011, I've seen many statements like "I'm going to be a successful quitter - you'll see!"
The moment you post roll, you are a successful quitter. Even if you took your last chew out only 15 minutes ago, when you make the commitment, you are a successful quitter. You fucking better be.
There is no halfway.
-
Just to push the dirty caver down a notch on the intro list...
-
Jack Lalanne (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEboAJf9UVc&feature=player_embedded) - the man has it figured out.
You've quit chewing tobacco.
Smile More.
Bitches.
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
Oh God this is great.
Oh my god. I'm in tears......
'crackup' Hahahaha oh man.... so great! I needed to read something like that today.
'Popcorn'
What's next?
Oh my god it so hard to keep a straight face while reading that. I hope you don't have him as a partner next time. 'crackup' . I bet you enjoyed every minute of that . :lol:
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
Oh God this is great.
Oh my god. I'm in tears......
'crackup' Hahahaha oh man.... so great! I needed to read something like that today.
'Popcorn'
What's next?
Oh my god it so hard to keep a straight face while reading that. I hope you don't have him as a partner next time. 'crackup' . I bet you enjoyed every minute of that . :lol:
Brown chicken brown cow :blink:
-
Damn, day three has been the toughest for me by a longshot. I've been here before (not with this program), and I realize that the withdrawals get shorter and weaker, but will never be gone. I stayed quit for almost a year last time and had a freak accident - totally my fault but it didn't seem that way in the moment.Â
I'm in a shitty mood right now, so all the veterans who have been calling people out for returning to this program after failing previously, shut the fuck up and start being supportive. To call someone weak because they tripped up earlier is insulting nearly every person in here. God Bless the person who quit on their first try, but they are few and far between.Â
I understand the veteran concept of "I can be a dick and give them someone to prove wrong." I'm up for a good challenge, but quitting this shit without having to listen to your holier than thou attitude is hard enough. We'll all still be quit tomorrow, but only some of us will be cunts.Â
Whew, thanks for letting me work through that craving.... 'Finger'
Ma and Pa would be so disappointed....
They'd tell you to buck the fuck up Beef Jerky!
-
Smokey hearts LOOT
always has, always will
-
Smokey hearts LOOT
always has, always will
I'm guessing you typed that with one hand.
-
Smokey hearts LOOT
always has, always will
I'm guessing you typed that with one hand.
absoLOOTly
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
Oh God this is great.
Oh my god. I'm in tears......
'crackup' Hahahaha oh man.... so great! I needed to read something like that today.
'Popcorn'
What's next?
Oh my god it so hard to keep a straight face while reading that. I hope you don't have him as a partner next time. 'crackup' . I bet you enjoyed every minute of that . :lol:
Brown chicken brown cow :blink:
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' Ain't nowbody watching but the....
-
Reading Huck Finn aloud to my class. Chapter 3:
"How you talk, Huck Finn. Why, You'd have to come when he rubbed it, whether you wanted to or not."
I almost crapped myself on that line, but held it together so I wouldn't have to explain what I was laughing at. You guys have corrupted me.
-
Reading Huck Finn aloud to my class. Chapter 3:
"How you talk, Huck Finn. Why, You'd have to come when he rubbed it, whether you wanted to or not."
I almost crapped myself on that line, but held it together so I wouldn't have to explain what I was laughing at. You guys have corrupted me.
You reading the original text or the PC police version?
-
Reading Huck Finn aloud to my class. Chapter 3:
"How you talk, Huck Finn. Why, You'd have to come when he rubbed it, whether you wanted to or not."
I almost crapped myself on that line, but held it together so I wouldn't have to explain what I was laughing at. You guys have corrupted me.
You reading the original text or the PC police version?
We're droppin' the n-word all up in this bitch....
Interesting Articles on the matter (http://www.nytimes.com/roomfordebate/2011/01/05/does-one-word-change-huckleberry-finn)
The Daily Show (http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/tue-january-11-2011/mark-twain-controversy)
Radio Interview with the PC Police (http://www.studio360.org/2011/jan/07/huck-finn-hold-the-n/)
-
Reading Huck Finn aloud to my class. Chapter 3:
"How you talk, Huck Finn. Why, You'd have to come when he rubbed it, whether you wanted to or not."
I almost crapped myself on that line, but held it together so I wouldn't have to explain what I was laughing at. You guys have corrupted me.
You reading the original text or the PC police version?
We're droppin' the n-word all up in this bitch....
Interesting Articles on the matter (http://www.nytimes.com/roomfordebate/2011/01/05/does-one-word-change-huckleberry-finn)
The Daily Show (http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/tue-january-11-2011/mark-twain-controversy)
Radio Interview with the PC Police (http://www.studio360.org/2011/jan/07/huck-finn-hold-the-n/)
Stewart can be funny.
Good for you and your school bro...go heavy on the injun for LOOT too.
-
Reflections on the comma:
Fuck yeah.
-
Reflections on the comma:
Fuck yeah.
Nice.
-
Reflections on the comma:
Fuck yeah.
Nice.
Indeed. Nice Smokey, very nice.
-
I dedicate this week's quit to 50 Tyson (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yM8jrvF5zYs). Hit me up.
-
I dedicate this week's quit to 50 Tyson (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yM8jrvF5zYs). Hit me up.
:blink:
-
I dedicate this week's quit to 50 Tyson (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yM8jrvF5zYs). Hit me up.
:blink:
Yous alone on that one friend
-
I dedicate this week's quit to 50 Tyson (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yM8jrvF5zYs). Hit me up.
:blink:
Yous alone on that one friend
I am significantly dumber for watching that.
FUSMOKEY
-
I dedicate this week's quit to 50 Tyson (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yM8jrvF5zYs). Hit me up.
:blink:
Yous alone on that one friend
I am significantly dumber for watching that.
FUSMOKEY
Sorry, I meant to say: I dedicate this week's quit to Asperger's Syndrome Awareness....
-
I dedicate this week's quit to 50 Tyson (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yM8jrvF5zYs). Hit me up.
:blink:
Yous alone on that one friend
I am significantly dumber for watching that.
FUSMOKEY
Sorry, I meant to say: I dedicate this week's quit to Asperger's Syndrome Awareness....
Wow. Look at those numbers. That guy is a Midas of viral video gold.
-
Watching soccer will strengthen your quit.
-
Watching soccer will strengthen your quit.
ahhh. negative. Just makes your cappuccino taste better.
-
Reading Huck Finn aloud to my class. Chapter 3:
"How you talk, Huck Finn. Why, You'd have to come when he rubbed it, whether you wanted to or not."
I almost crapped myself on that line, but held it together so I wouldn't have to explain what I was laughing at. You guys have corrupted me.
Good on you for reading one of the American classics...
Twilight is ruining the current generation of knuckleheads. They will end up being 50 Tysons.
-
Damn, I love this:
(Ching Chong) It means I love you.... (http://www.mynorthwest.com/?nid=76&sid=443787)
-
Damn, I love this:
(Ching Chong) It means I love you.... (http://www.mynorthwest.com/?nid=76&sid=443787)
sank you beery mush, dats berry funny. I raffed out roud
-
Damn, I love this:
(Ching Chong) It means I love you.... (http://www.mynorthwest.com/?nid=76&sid=443787)
sank you beery mush, dats berry funny. I raffed out roud
Fa........ Nevermind.
-
Just for You (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpXD6MZvapM) Smokey, being a teacher an all.
-
Just for You (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpXD6MZvapM) Smokey, being a teacher an all.
The last second of that video is priceless. (damn, it's been removed since I typed that two minutes agoÂ…) No fighting on youtube. (http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xhn3qv_kid-body-slams-his-bully_fun)
-
Just for You (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpXD6MZvapM) Smokey, being a teacher an all.
The last second of that video is priceless. (damn, it's been removed since I typed that two minutes agoÂ…) No fighting on youtube. (http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xhn3qv_kid-body-slams-his-bully_fun)
Beautiful...
And the bully kid's mother wants an apology from The Punisher.
Next body slam is for her.
Instead of suspending The Punisher, the school should have made him Hall Monitor.
-
I sang karaoke for the first time in about four years tonight. I sang Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You". I deep-throated the microphone while staring at some frat-dick.
Here's my previous karaoke performance. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNq1xGLgGAk) (check your volume first. the lighting improves a bit towards the end. the singing worsens a lot towards the end.)
-
Smokes, you'll dig this shit right here (http://vimeo.com/21604065)!
-
Smokes, you'll dig this shit right here (http://vimeo.com/21604065)!
Mesmerizing.
And now, for something completely different. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kspPE9E1yGM)
-
Smokes, you'll dig this shit right here (http://vimeo.com/21604065)!
Mesmerizing.
And now, for something completely different. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kspPE9E1yGM)
awesome.
-
I was just out walking my dog and daughter and had a simply tremendous thought. We all used to abuse nicotine. We are all nicotine addicts. We all are overcoming that addiction one day at a time.
Pretty fucking cool.
-
Smokeyg - 1,069 - Come celebrate 3 years of quit with 65fl! (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showtopic=1498) You can learn a lot from this old man.
-
I'm predicting a 70% overall HOF rate for the August 2011 quitters. Anyone want to help make this a reality?
-
I'm predicting a 70% overall HOF rate for the August 2011 quitters. Anyone want to help make this a reality?
What's a normal success percentage for a group?
-
I'm predicting a 70% overall HOF rate for the August 2011 quitters. Anyone want to help make this a reality?
I'm in.
-
I'm predicting a 70% overall HOF rate for the August 2011 quitters. Anyone want to help make this a reality?
What's a normal success percentage for a group?
Fuck normal. August 2011 will be extraordinary. You in?
-
I'm predicting a 70% overall HOF rate for the August 2011 quitters. Anyone want to help make this a reality?
What's a normal success percentage for a group?
Fuck normal. August 2011 will be extraordinary. You in?
of course. however, I am curious as to the average percentages over the life of this site.
-
I'm predicting a 70% overall HOF rate for the August 2011 quitters. Anyone want to help make this a reality?
What's a normal success percentage for a group?
Fuck normal. August 2011 will be extraordinary. You in?
of course. however, I am curious as to the average percentages over the life of this site.
PM an admin. I'm not interested in average.
-
I'm predicting a 70% overall HOF rate for the August 2011 quitters. Anyone want to help make this a reality?
What's a normal success percentage for a group?
Fuck normal. August 2011 will be extraordinary. You in?
of course. however, I am curious as to the average percentages over the life of this site.
PM an admin. I'm not interested in average.
sorry for asking. you threw out a number. I wasn't sure if it was low or high.
-
I'm predicting a 70% overall HOF rate for the August 2011 quitters. Anyone want to help make this a reality?
What's a normal success percentage for a group?
Fuck normal. August 2011 will be extraordinary. You in?
of course. however, I am curious as to the average percentages over the life of this site.
PM an admin. I'm not interested in average.
sorry for asking. you threw out a number. I wasn't sure if it was low or high.
August won't be helped by passive aggressive dipshits. I think the word "extraordinary" cleared up the low vs high dilemma. Anyone else want to actively help August towards success?
-
I'm predicting a 70% overall HOF rate for the August 2011 quitters. Anyone want to help make this a reality?
What's a normal success percentage for a group?
Fuck normal. August 2011 will be extraordinary. You in?
of course. however, I am curious as to the average percentages over the life of this site.
PM an admin. I'm not interested in average.
sorry for asking. you threw out a number. I wasn't sure if it was low or high.
August won't be helped by passive aggressive dipshits. I think the word "extraordinary" cleared up the low vs high dilemma. Anyone else want to actively help August towards success?
100% success of those who are dedicated to succeeding is normal.
Everyone is an aberration.
-
I'm predicting a 70% overall HOF rate for the August 2011 quitters. Anyone want to help make this a reality?
What's a normal success percentage for a group?
Fuck normal. August 2011 will be extraordinary. You in?
of course. however, I am curious as to the average percentages over the life of this site.
PM an admin. I'm not interested in average.
sorry for asking. you threw out a number. I wasn't sure if it was low or high.
August won't be helped by passive aggressive dipshits. I think the word "extraordinary" cleared up the low vs high dilemma. Anyone else want to actively help August towards success?
100% success of those who are dedicated to succeeding is normal.
Everyone is an aberration.
Fact is, not everyone who comes here believes they can succeed. Some people come here predetermined to fail. They've failed numerous times in the past and are convinced that this is the norm. I want an army of quitters to convince these people that they can be successful quitters. I want them to believe in themselves before we have to track them down. I want to track them down if it comes to that. Most importantly, I want August 2011 to eventually do all of this without any outside assistance.
Not everyone is truly here to quit. Let's support those who are here to quit and help the people here to "try" or "attempt" see their potential.
And 24 of the 46 August 2008 members hit the hall. We were a very strong group, so I would consider 50% to be a high average for this site.
-
I'm predicting a 70% overall HOF rate for the August 2011 quitters. Anyone want to help make this a reality?
What's a normal success percentage for a group?
Fuck normal. August 2011 will be extraordinary. You in?
of course. however, I am curious as to the average percentages over the life of this site.
PM an admin. I'm not interested in average.
sorry for asking. you threw out a number. I wasn't sure if it was low or high.
August won't be helped by passive aggressive dipshits. I think the word "extraordinary" cleared up the low vs high dilemma. Anyone else want to actively help August towards success?
100% success of those who are dedicated to succeeding is normal.
Everyone is an aberration.
Fact is, not everyone who comes here believes they can succeed. Some people come here predetermined to fail. They've failed numerous times in the past and are convinced that this is the norm. I want an army of quitters to convince these people that they can be successful quitters. I want them to believe in themselves before we have to track them down. I want to track them down if it comes to that. Most importantly, I want August 2011 to eventually do all of this without any outside assistance.
Not everyone is truly here to quit. Let's support those who are here to quit and help the people here to "try" or "attempt" see their potential.
And 24 of the 46 August 2008 members hit the hall. We were a very strong group, so I would consider 50% to be a high average for this site.
I'm in. Is there a method to your support plan? Like each of us grab a newb and follow his ass with a microsope to HOF? Not a problem with me, I'm doing it with a few other July newbs.
-
That's a good idea. Here's a list of the quitters who have signed up so far - along with their contact page. Put your name next to an August 2011 member and send them a message of support. If you select a member to support, just add your name as if it were signing roll call.
killthekodiak - 4/24 Send KTK a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11184) - Smokeyg
boomhauer88 - 4/24 (MIA) Send Boomhauer88 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11235)
Grumpy - 4/24 Send Grumpy a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11229)
closer26 - 4/25 Send Closer26 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=4006)
Wesski1 - 4/25 Send Wesski1 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11265)
QuitTheSpit - 4/26 Send quitthespit a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11263)
BigRubberDucky - 4/26 Send BRD a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11255)
Oilers11 - 4/26 Send Oilers11 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11267)
per034 - 4/26 Send per034 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11264)
The Lone Dipper - 4/27 Send The Lone Dipper a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11247)
rmd1066 - 4/27 (MIA) Send rmd1066 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11269)
pjj428 - 4/27 Send pjj428 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=10577)
Jparis6014 -4/27 Send Jparis6014 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11278)
Grizzlynomor -4/27 (MIA) (someone else posted for him?) Send Grizzlynomor a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11277)
EdRomero - 4/28 Send Edward a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=4033)
The Beck - 4/30 Send tHE beck a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=7078)
Reggie - 4/30 Send Reggie a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11304)
Huskerfan72 - 5/1 Send Huskerfan72 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11306)
-
That's a good idea. Here's a list of the quitters who have signed up so far - along with their contact page. Put your name next to an August 2011 member and send them a message of support. If you select a member to support, just add your name as if it were signing roll call.
killthekodiak - 4/24 Send KTK a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11184) - Smokeyg
boomhauer88 - 4/24 (MIA) Send Boomhauer88 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11235)
Grumpy - 4/24 Send Grumpy a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11229)
closer26 - 4/25 Send Closer26 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=4006)
Wesski1 - 4/25 Send Wesski1 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11265)
QuitTheSpit - 4/26 Send quitthespit a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11263)
BigRubberDucky - 4/26 Send BRD a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11255)
Oilers11 - 4/26 Send Oilers11 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11267)
per034 - 4/26 Send per034 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11264)
The Lone Dipper - 4/27 Send The Lone Dipper a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11247)
rmd1066 - 4/27 (MIA) Send rmd1066 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11269)
pjj428 - 4/27 Send pjj428 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=10577)
Jparis6014 -4/27 Send Jparis6014 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11278)
Grizzlynomor -4/27 (MIA) (someone else posted for him?) Send Grizzlynomor a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11277)
EdRomero - 4/28 Send Edward a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=4033)
The Beck - 4/30 Send tHE beck a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=7078) -30yrAddict
Reggie - 4/30 Send Reggie a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11304)
Huskerfan72 - 5/1 Send Huskerfan72 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11306)
-
Here's some lunchtime reading that I wrote as an example for my 10th graders:
Upon first contact with my dwarfed hand, the glistening bun softly crunches and gives way. The weight is unexpected yet well-balanced. I take a moment, anticipating the slightly seared beef seasoned with a blend of salt and pepper. The bacon retains its rigid form - crisp, a fine cut, waiting. Softened American cheese blankets the meatÂ…meat resting on a bed of fresh tomato, lettuce and onion. I canÂ’t hold back any longer. The flavor hits me before IÂ’m even through the bun. The airy lightness contrasts with the blackened edges. I keep going. The juice of the tomato pools under my tongue while cheese and meat stick to the roof of my mouth. Everything tastes crisp and alive. As I chew, my eyelids slowly close and my head shakes back and forth in disbelief. A long exhale escapes from my nose. My eyes open and I see the medium rare inside of the meat begging for another bite. I continue to savor that first bite as my free hand instinctively reaches for three golden fries. The salad will have to wait.
-
That's a good idea. Here's a list of the quitters who have signed up so far - along with their contact page. Put your name next to an August 2011 member and send them a message of support. If you select a member to support, just add your name as if it were signing roll call.
killthekodiak - 4/24 Send KTK a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11184) - Smokeyg
boomhauer88 - 4/24 (MIA) Send Boomhauer88 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11235)
Grumpy - 4/24 Send Grumpy a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11229)
closer26 - 4/25 Send Closer26 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=4006)
Wesski1 - 4/25 Send Wesski1 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11265)
QuitTheSpit - 4/26 Send quitthespit a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11263)
BigRubberDucky - 4/26 Send BRD a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11255)
Oilers11 - 4/26 Send Oilers11 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11267)
per034 - 4/26 Send per034 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11264)
The Lone Dipper - 4/27 Send The Lone Dipper a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11247)
rmd1066 - 4/27 (MIA) Send rmd1066 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11269)
pjj428 - 4/27 Send pjj428 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=10577)
Jparis6014 -4/27 Send Jparis6014 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11278) - Radman (already reached out)
Grizzlynomor -4/27 (MIA) (someone else posted for him?) Send Grizzlynomor a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11277)
EdRomero - 4/28 Send Edward a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=4033)
The Beck - 4/30 Send tHE beck a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=7078) -30yrAddict
Reggie - 4/30 Send Reggie a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11304)
Huskerfan72 - 5/1 Send Huskerfan72 a personal message and email here. (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showuser=11306)
-
...meat stick to the roof of my mouth.
:unsure: not sure if this is an appropriate activity for you to be carrying on with 10th graders. :unsure:
-
...meat stick to the roof of my mouth.
:unsure: not sure if this is an appropriate activity for you to be carrying on with 10th graders. :unsure:
Yeah, sometimes hindsight is 20/20.
-
Here's some lunchtime reading that I wrote as an example for my 10th graders:
Upon first contact with my dwarfed hand, the glistening bun softly crunches and gives way. The weight is unexpected yet well-balanced. I take a moment, anticipating the slightly seared beef seasoned with a blend of salt and pepper. The bacon retains its rigid form - crisp, a fine cut, waiting. Softened American cheese blankets the meatÂ…meat resting on a bed of fresh tomato, lettuce and onion. I canÂ’t hold back any longer. The flavor hits me before IÂ’m even through the bun. The airy lightness contrasts with the blackened edges. I keep going. The juice of the tomato pools under my tongue while cheese and meat stick to the roof of my mouth. Everything tastes crisp and alive. As I chew, my eyelids slowly close and my head shakes back and forth in disbelief. A long exhale escapes from my nose. My eyes open and I see the medium rare inside of the meat begging for another bite. I continue to savor that first bite as my free hand instinctively reaches for three golden fries. The salad will have to wait.
I don't know if I should be hungry or horny.
Screw it, I'll be both.
-
Here's some lunchtime reading that I wrote as an example for my 10th graders:
Upon first contact with my dwarfed hand, the glistening bun softly crunches and gives way. The weight is unexpected yet well-balanced. I take a moment, anticipating the slightly seared beef seasoned with a blend of salt and pepper. The bacon retains its rigid form - crisp, a fine cut, waiting. Softened American cheese blankets the meatÂ…meat resting on a bed of fresh tomato, lettuce and onion. I canÂ’t hold back any longer. The flavor hits me before IÂ’m even through the bun. The airy lightness contrasts with the blackened edges. I keep going. The juice of the tomato pools under my tongue while cheese and meat stick to the roof of my mouth. Everything tastes crisp and alive. As I chew, my eyelids slowly close and my head shakes back and forth in disbelief. A long exhale escapes from my nose. My eyes open and I see the medium rare inside of the meat begging for another bite. I continue to savor that first bite as my free hand instinctively reaches for three golden fries. The salad will have to wait.
I don't know if I should be hungry or horny.
Screw it, I'll be both.
Yes, yes.... me too. I'm confused. Very nice picture, Smokey. If an old burger can do this to you, I'm curious what would happen if you were exposed to something a little farther up the scale.
-
Here's some lunchtime reading that I wrote as an example for my 10th graders:
Upon first contact with my dwarfed hand, the glistening bun softly crunches and gives way. The weight is unexpected yet well-balanced. I take a moment, anticipating the slightly seared beef seasoned with a blend of salt and pepper. The bacon retains its rigid form - crisp, a fine cut, waiting. Softened American cheese blankets the meatÂ…meat resting on a bed of fresh tomato, lettuce and onion. I canÂ’t hold back any longer. The flavor hits me before IÂ’m even through the bun. The airy lightness contrasts with the blackened edges. I keep going. The juice of the tomato pools under my tongue while cheese and meat stick to the roof of my mouth. Everything tastes crisp and alive. As I chew, my eyelids slowly close and my head shakes back and forth in disbelief. A long exhale escapes from my nose. My eyes open and I see the medium rare inside of the meat begging for another bite. I continue to savor that first bite as my free hand instinctively reaches for three golden fries. The salad will have to wait.
I don't know if I should be hungry or horny.
Screw it, I'll be both.
Yes, yes.... me too. I'm confused. Very nice picture, Smokey. If an old burger can do this to you, I'm curious what would happen if you were exposed to something a little farther up the scale.
Don't even get me started on oysters.
-
Here's some lunchtime reading that I wrote as an example for my 10th graders:
Upon first contact with my dwarfed hand, the glistening bun softly crunches and gives way. The weight is unexpected yet well-balanced. I take a moment, anticipating the slightly seared beef seasoned with a blend of salt and pepper. The bacon retains its rigid form - crisp, a fine cut, waiting. Softened American cheese blankets the meatÂ…meat resting on a bed of fresh tomato, lettuce and onion. I canÂ’t hold back any longer. The flavor hits me before IÂ’m even through the bun. The airy lightness contrasts with the blackened edges. I keep going. The juice of the tomato pools under my tongue while cheese and meat stick to the roof of my mouth. Everything tastes crisp and alive. As I chew, my eyelids slowly close and my head shakes back and forth in disbelief. A long exhale escapes from my nose. My eyes open and I see the medium rare inside of the meat begging for another bite. I continue to savor that first bite as my free hand instinctively reaches for three golden fries. The salad will have to wait.
I don't know if I should be hungry or horny.
Screw it, I'll be both.
Yes, yes.... me too. I'm confused. Very nice picture, Smokey. If an old burger can do this to you, I'm curious what would happen if you were exposed to something a little farther up the scale.
Don't even get me started on oysters.
Lunch time porn 'drool'
-
Here's some lunchtime reading that I wrote as an example for my 10th graders:
Upon first contact with my dwarfed hand, the glistening bun softly crunches and gives way. The weight is unexpected yet well-balanced. I take a moment, anticipating the slightly seared beef seasoned with a blend of salt and pepper. The bacon retains its rigid form - crisp, a fine cut, waiting. Softened American cheese blankets the meatÂ…meat resting on a bed of fresh tomato, lettuce and onion. I canÂ’t hold back any longer. The flavor hits me before IÂ’m even through the bun. The airy lightness contrasts with the blackened edges. I keep going. The juice of the tomato pools under my tongue while cheese and meat stick to the roof of my mouth. Everything tastes crisp and alive. As I chew, my eyelids slowly close and my head shakes back and forth in disbelief. A long exhale escapes from my nose. My eyes open and I see the medium rare inside of the meat begging for another bite. I continue to savor that first bite as my free hand instinctively reaches for three golden fries. The salad will have to wait.
I don't know if I should be hungry or horny.
Screw it, I'll be both.
Yes, yes.... me too. I'm confused. Very nice picture, Smokey. If an old burger can do this to you, I'm curious what would happen if you were exposed to something a little farther up the scale.
Don't even get me started on oysters.
Lunch time porn 'drool'
You owe me $4 :)
-
So, how many did we lose over the weekend? I know of one so far. Let's hope there are no more.
Who did we lose?
We lost Owens88. He posted up in the Sept class with a Day 1.
Bummer.....
I hope he jumps back on the bandwagon
Me too, be nice for him to drop back in and give an explanation.
go and demand one. that fucker made a promise to you and your group and just took a big shit all over his word to you and me.
oh wait the smokingcock guy doenst like that he may get angry
Hey P.T. - give him all the shit you want. I will be the beacon of light in the fog of deserved negativity 'puking'. I shouldn't have been so harsh about it at first (partially blame the nic bitch) but I honestly believe that it shows a lot of strength to jump back on after fucking up. People need to take these community groups seriously, and they deserve a small chuck on the shoulder for giving it another go.
SooooÂ…uhÂ…LOOT was right and SmokeyDaPole was wrong?
No, you're still an ass-backwards tool. Maybe you should change your name to tnuc.
:o
apology accepted pole
I can't even think about craving a chew because I'm enjoying this forum so much. Tool, I think we're gonna have to agree to disagree on this point, but I will concede that you have people's best interests in mind. I'll be watching for those return day one posters and I'll always jump in with a kind word even if he's in the middle of a shitstorm. Ol' Smokingcock will be the yin to your wang.
Oh and Pumpkintits, you're just too cute.
you'll do what to his wang? 'jerk'
Oh how the times have changedÂ….
-
talk dirty to me 'drool'
-
talk dirty to me 'drool'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xCChxBSRo1Y (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xCChxBSRo1Y)
-
talk dirty to me 'drool'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xCChxBSRo1Y (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xCChxBSRo1Y)
tnuc.....i had forgotten bout you calling LooT a tnuc......
ti(still)ffs9.397
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
-
FUMule
FU2SL'sC
-
I just wrote up a long, blowhard message and erased it. Long story short - were it not for this site, I would not be quit today. Thank you to this entire community.
-
I just wrote up a long, blowhard message and erased it. Long story short - were it not for this site, I would not be quit today. Thank you to this entire community.
Were it not for you coming to your senses, LOOTs foot would be firmly planted in your ass. And not in a homo way. You must have LOOTs personal permission to cave. Not today friend. Not today. Like it or not, we are sorta like non-gay Siamese twins...joined at the hip and shit. Where one goes, the other has no choice but to follow. LOOT ain't ready to throw in the towel just yet, so you just be a good little twin and follow.
Call if you need to.
-
I just wrote up a long, blowhard message and erased it. Long story short - were it not for this site, I would not be quit today. Thank you to this entire community.
Were it not for you coming to your senses, LOOTs foot would be firmly planted in your ass. And not in a homo way. You must have LOOTs personal permission to cave. Not today friend. Not today. Like it or not, we are sorta like non-gay Siamese twins...joined at the hip and shit. Where one goes, the other has no choice but to follow. LOOT ain't ready to throw in the towel just yet, so you just be a good little twin and follow.
Call if you need to.
The hypothetical tidalwave of shit that would follow my cave is 2% of my motivation for remaining quit. And that's a big fucking 2%.
85% of my motivation stems from within. The rest is fueled by the thousands of success stories here. Every +1 makes me fucking proud.
Read everything. Make connections. Participate. Reflect.
-
I had a day like that not too long ago... Press on, fight back, win, then smile.
p.s. NOTHING in life is better with a dip
-
Thanks for all the messages of support. Just to clarify - I came nowhere near caving. I was feeling really frustrated about work shit and thought about chew for 5 seconds. Step one of my plan: "You're stronger than your addiction". Actually said it out loud. There's about 12 more impossible steps of hell before I actually give up on myself. Step 12 now being call Loot for his permission. Good fucking luck with that. Without this site my plan would be non-existent. That 5 seconds could easily have steamrolled into exiting the freeway at the next "Gas" sign. My tank was full.
Have a realistic plan. Work your plan. Close the door. Caving is never an option.
-
Thanks for all the messages of support. Just to clarify - I came nowhere near caving. I was feeling really frustrated about work shit and thought about chew for 5 seconds. Step one of my plan: "You're stronger than your addiction". Actually said it out loud. There's about 12 more impossible steps of hell before I actually give up on myself. Step 12 now being call Loot for his permission. Good fucking luck with that. Without this site my plan would be non-existent. That 5 seconds could easily have steamrolled into exiting the freeway at the next "Gas" sign. My tank was full.
Have a realistic plan. Work your plan. Close the door. Caving is never an option.
Plan revision. I always figured I'd have to call Show for permission to throw in a 3 finger fatty but now I know I'll call Loot cuz that's seriously flawed. I'll still call Show for that wing suit thing.
-
Thanks for all the messages of support. Just to clarify - I came nowhere near caving. I was feeling really frustrated about work shit and thought about chew for 5 seconds. Step one of my plan: "You're stronger than your addiction". Actually said it out loud. There's about 12 more impossible steps of hell before I actually give up on myself. Step 12 now being call Loot for his permission. Good fucking luck with that. Without this site my plan would be non-existent. That 5 seconds could easily have steamrolled into exiting the freeway at the next "Gas" sign. My tank was full.
Have a realistic plan. Work your plan. Close the door. Caving is never an option.
smokey...thanks for all you do around here...that is all
-
FUCK YEAH!!! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XbNEOJMGFAo)
Oh wait, I forgot about summer school, curriculum development and continuing ed literacy classes.
-
Why the fuck would I, THE Smokeyg, have a dip dream last night? I dreamed that I had been a "light chewer" for about the last year. I just didn't want to weaken other people's quits by admitting it.
I also dreamt that my daughter crawled right out of her crib and I caught her in my baseball glove with a flying leap. She then transformed into a baby chimp.
AhhhhhÂ….Cheesy Bacon Buffalo Chicken Wings last nightÂ….
-
Why the fuck would I, THE Smokeyg, have a dip dream last night? I dreamed that I had been a "light chewer" for about the last year. I just didn't want to weaken other people's quits by admitting it.
I also dreamt that my daughter crawled right out of her crib and I caught her in my baseball glove with a flying leap. She then transformed into a baby chimp.
AhhhhhÂ….Cheesy Bacon Buffalo Chicken Wings last nightÂ….
For the same reason I got the little headrush a few weeks ago when I saw something in my desk drawer that was the same color as a pack of Redman GB. It was actually a pack of seeds, but just the glimpse of it in my old stash location made my heart skip a beat and my brain zoned out for a couple seconds. The reason? We are STILL addicts. Still thoroughly pissed me off.
I really need to know how to make those CBBCWs you keep mentioning.
-
Why the fuck would I, THE Smokeyg, have a dip dream last night? I dreamed that I had been a "light chewer" for about the last year. I just didn't want to weaken other people's quits by admitting it.
I also dreamt that my daughter crawled right out of her crib and I caught her in my baseball glove with a flying leap. She then transformed into a baby chimp.
AhhhhhÂ….Cheesy Bacon Buffalo Chicken Wings last nightÂ….
This is extremely important, it means one of two things.
First and most probable is your are 100% gay. The "light chewer" is a synonym for being gay and you need to come out and admit it. This was reinforced by the dream of your daughter crawling out of her crib (coming out of the closet). The baseball glove metaphorically hides your gayness. Lastly the "transformation" into another species completes the cycle of admitting you are gay.
Second and equally probable was there may have been some mind altering goodness in the cheesy bacon wings that made you feel a little "happy".
Only you really know... :D
-
Why the fuck would I, THE Smokeyg, have a dip dream last night? I dreamed that I had been a "light chewer" for about the last year. I just didn't want to weaken other people's quits by admitting it.
I also dreamt that my daughter crawled right out of her crib and I caught her in my baseball glove with a flying leap. She then transformed into a baby chimp.
AhhhhhÂ….Cheesy Bacon Buffalo Chicken Wings last nightÂ….
For the same reason I got the little headrush a few weeks ago when I saw something in my desk drawer that was the same color as a pack of Redman GB. It was actually a pack of seeds, but just the glimpse of it in my old stash location made my heart skip a beat and my brain zoned out for a couple seconds. The reason? We are STILL addicts. Still thoroughly pissed me off.
I really need to know how to make those CBBCWs you keep mentioning.
BBQ Pit Boys (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJn_hLbatxs) Courtesy of Magnum 9.
-
Why the fuck would I, THE Smokeyg, have a dip dream last night? I dreamed that I had been a "light chewer" for about the last year. I just didn't want to weaken other people's quits by admitting it.
I also dreamt that my daughter crawled right out of her crib and I caught her in my baseball glove with a flying leap. She then transformed into a baby chimp.
AhhhhhÂ….Cheesy Bacon Buffalo Chicken Wings last nightÂ….
This is extremely important, it means one of two things.
First and most probable is your are 100% gay. The "light chewer" is a synonym for being gay and you need to come out and admit it. This was reinforced by the dream of your daughter crawling out of her crib (coming out of the closet). The baseball glove metaphorically hides your gayness. Lastly the "transformation" into another species completes the cycle of admitting you are gay.
Second and equally probable was there may have been some mind altering goodness in the cheesy bacon wings that made you feel a little "happy".
Only you really know... :D
Smokey, I had the same thing happen on Day 366. Minus all of the other gay stuff. I had hit the one year mark and then casually took a buddy up on his offer of a ciggy. I knew then more than ever that I am going to be forever reliant on this place. I know we don't like the 'F' word, and we do this 1 day at a time, but I know I can't leave.
Btw, speaking of Grillin'....check out my meal last night using the new Weber: http://i.picasion.com/pic41/c6835a0b138 ... b93d8c.gif (http://i.picasion.com/pic41/c6835a0b138a3d8a2ee76f69ffb93d8c.gif)
MmmMMmm Gooood!
-
Why the fuck would I, THE Smokeyg, have a dip dream last night? I dreamed that I had been a "light chewer" for about the last year. I just didn't want to weaken other people's quits by admitting it.
I also dreamt that my daughter crawled right out of her crib and I caught her in my baseball glove with a flying leap. She then transformed into a baby chimp.
AhhhhhÂ….Cheesy Bacon Buffalo Chicken Wings last nightÂ….
This is extremely important, it means one of two things.
First and most probable is your are 100% gay. The "light chewer" is a synonym for being gay and you need to come out and admit it. This was reinforced by the dream of your daughter crawling out of her crib (coming out of the closet). The baseball glove metaphorically hides your gayness. Lastly the "transformation" into another species completes the cycle of admitting you are gay.
Second and equally probable was there may have been some mind altering goodness in the cheesy bacon wings that made you feel a little "happy".
Only you really know... :D
Smokey, I had the same thing happen on Day 366. Minus all of the other gay stuff. I had hit the one year mark and then casually took a buddy up on his offer of a ciggy. I knew then more than ever that I am going to be forever reliant on this place. I know we don't like the 'F' word, and we do this 1 day at a time, but I know I can't leave.
Btw, speaking of Grillin'....check out my meal last night using the new Weber: http://i.picasion.com/pic41/c6835a0b138 ... b93d8c.gif (http://i.picasion.com/pic41/c6835a0b138a3d8a2ee76f69ffb93d8c.gif)
MmmMMmm Gooood!
I always knew you were more of a "catcher" than a pitcher. Sensei might be onto something with the gay thing. Could also be a acid flashback.
or just another subconcious mental adjustment as you make your way down the long road of addiction. Except, being THE SMOKEYG means that your long road of addiction is riddled with flying monkeys (chimp) , Tin men, wizards, and midgets. I still ain't gonna call you Dorthy tho. Just remember Smokes, when times get tough, click your Sparkle Salmon slippers together three times
and say there is no place like KTC.
-
Why the fuck would I, THE Smokeyg, have a dip dream last night? I dreamed that I had been a "light chewer" for about the last year. I just didn't want to weaken other people's quits by admitting it.
I also dreamt that my daughter crawled right out of her crib and I caught her in my baseball glove with a flying leap. She then transformed into a baby chimp.
AhhhhhÂ….Cheesy Bacon Buffalo Chicken Wings last nightÂ….
This is extremely important, it means one of two things.
First and most probable is your are 100% gay. The "light chewer" is a synonym for being gay and you need to come out and admit it. This was reinforced by the dream of your daughter crawling out of her crib (coming out of the closet). The baseball glove metaphorically hides your gayness. Lastly the "transformation" into another species completes the cycle of admitting you are gay.
Second and equally probable was there may have been some mind altering goodness in the cheesy bacon wings that made you feel a little "happy".
Only you really know... :D
Smokey, I had the same thing happen on Day 366. Minus all of the other gay stuff. I had hit the one year mark and then casually took a buddy up on his offer of a ciggy. I knew then more than ever that I am going to be forever reliant on this place. I know we don't like the 'F' word, and we do this 1 day at a time, but I know I can't leave.
Btw, speaking of Grillin'....check out my meal last night using the new Weber: http://i.picasion.com/pic41/c6835a0b138 ... b93d8c.gif (http://i.picasion.com/pic41/c6835a0b138a3d8a2ee76f69ffb93d8c.gif)
MmmMMmm Gooood!
I always knew you were more of a "catcher" than a pitcher. Sensei might be onto something with the gay thing. Could also be a acid flashback.
or just another subconcious mental adjustment as you make your way down the long road of addiction. Except, being THE SMOKEYG means that your long road of addiction is riddled with flying monkeys (chimp) , Tin men, wizards, and midgets. I still ain't gonna call you Dorthy tho. Just remember Smokes, when times get tough, click your Sparkle Salmon slippers together three times
and say there is no place like KTC.
Did someone say monkeys? :o
-
I think my dog is homosexual. I'm OK with it.
-
I think my dog is homosexual. I'm OK with it.
Only cause you are OK being a power bottom. Fag.
PS. Bestiality is against the law.
-
I think my dog is homosexual. I'm OK with it.
Only cause you are OK being a power bottom. Fag.
PS. Bestiality is against the law.
Not in Washington.
-
Honey Badgered (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r7wHMg5Yjg)
-
Honey Badgered (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r7wHMg5Yjg)
Shit, I just woke my daughter up...
Speaking of daughters, I took a dump today. 3 minutes tops. She thought this would be the opportune time to begin crawling. I had left my Polska tea cup with an Earl Grey tea bag and about an inch of lukewarm water on the coffee table about 20 feet from where I left her. I washed my hands and walked into the room; she was standing at the table with brown shit all over her face, shirt and hands. The carpet was covered with tea splatter, ripped tea bag and soggy tea shit.
All I could think was "thank tooL I quit chewing."
-
Honey Badgered (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r7wHMg5Yjg)
Shit, I just woke my daughter up...
Speaking of daughters, I took a dump today. 3 minutes tops. She thought this would be the opportune time to begin crawling. I had left my Polska tea cup with an Earl Grey tea bag and about an inch of lukewarm water on the coffee table about 20 feet from where I left her. I washed my hands and walked into the room; she was standing at the table with brown shit all over her face, shirt and hands. The carpet was covered with tea splatter, ripped tea bag and soggy tea shit.
All I could think was "thank tooL I quit chewing."
soon, everything in the house will be sticky.
-
Honey Badgered (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r7wHMg5Yjg)
Shit, I just woke my daughter up...
Speaking of daughters, I took a dump today. 3 minutes tops. She thought this would be the opportune time to begin crawling. I had left my Polska tea cup with an Earl Grey tea bag and about an inch of lukewarm water on the coffee table about 20 feet from where I left her. I washed my hands and walked into the room; she was standing at the table with brown shit all over her face, shirt and hands. The carpet was covered with tea splatter, ripped tea bag and soggy tea shit.
All I could think was "thank tooL I quit chewing."
soon, everything in the house will be sticky.
I suggest putting plastic under the carseats as well. Otherwise they will be become plastic themselves.
-
If the world ended tonight, my quit would not have been in vain. A life lived versus A life wasted.
-
Greg40 has earned his comma.
And my body is responding.
My penis throbs. The memories of those lost in wars past, school shootings, political terrorism: they all live on in my unrelenting erection. Every middle school flag flown at half-mast is done justice as the juices rush through my yearning member. Twitching in the evening wind. Reaching ever upward. Thick with veins running blue as the Montana skies. It calls out to people like a restored church steeple on Sunday morning. They come from miles around. Each pulse ringing the truth of God's work. And the Word is good. The Word is Greg. A meaningful droplet of seminal fluid moistens the head.
My scrotum hangs. The skin, freshly sheen like a sheep in summer's heat, droops smooth and mature. Childlike with the hard earned wisdom brought only by age. As I walk up his driveway, my sack keeps the rhythm. Each step celebrated by the sound of scotch tape carefully removed from a birthday present - a thoughtful child hoping to reuse the wrapping as wallpaper on her new doll house. The shiny ballbag sticks to my leg. But only for the slightest moment. It swings like a rusty pendeulum on a grandfather clock much needing service. My tween carriage glistens with sweat while my leg remains dry - insulated by a thick nest of transitional body hair. A boy in a man's world.
My balls are stretched taught. Enjoying the cool nighttime air. Full of my seed. Destined to be sown on a barren landscape. Beautiful destitude. I've been saving for this. The world is asleep. Greg's living room window pane is a harsh environment. My massive ejaculate globs in lifeless streaks, save the solitary rope stretching its way to the flowerbed below - ready to return home bringing life to the soil. God's circle. Greg's doormat, rough and used, proves equally unforgiving. My semen pools thick like bacon drippings. Ready to soften with the rising sun. Greg's couch, the scent of his manhood alive in the cushions, proves a willing partner. Dancing fast. The third number ends before the dance is over. Thick ropes, their existence summoned from depths unknown, sink, lost between the cushions. A happy surprise - more than spare change down the road. A clock slowly ticks in a nearby room. This is the moment. He now slumbers below me. The satin sheets steadily rising and falling with each breath. Instinctively, my breath syncs with his. I climb in. Spent but ready. Spoons. His eyes are closed but his heart is open.
-
Greg40 has earned his comma.
And my body is responding.
My penis throbs. The memories of those lost in wars past, school shootings, political terrorism: they all live on in my unrelenting erection. Every middle school flag flown at half-mast is done justice as the juices rush through my yearning member. Twitching in the evening wind. Reaching ever upward. Thick with veins running blue as the Montana skies. It calls out to people like a restored church steeple on Sunday morning. They come from miles around. Each pulse ringing the truth of God's work. And the Word is good. The Word is Greg. A meaningful droplet of seminal fluid moistens the head.
My scrotum hangs. The skin, freshly sheen like a sheep in summer's heat, droops smooth and mature. Childlike with the hard earned wisdom brought only by age. As I walk up his driveway, my sack keeps the rhythm. Each step celebrated by the sound of scotch tape carefully removed from a birthday present - a thoughtful child hoping to reuse the wrapping as wallpaper on her new doll house. The shiny ballbag sticks to my leg. But only for the slightest moment. It swings like a rusty pendeulum on a grandfather clock much needing service. My tween carriage glistens with sweat while my leg remains dry - insulated by a thick nest of transitional body hair. A boy in a man's world.
My balls are stretched taught. Enjoying the cool nighttime air. Full of my seed. Destined to be sown on a barren landscape. Beautiful destitude. I've been saving for this. The world is asleep. Greg's living room window pane is a harsh environment. My massive ejaculate globs in lifeless streaks, save the solitary rope stretching its way to the flowerbed below - ready to return home bringing life to the soil. God's circle. Greg's doormat, rough and used, proves equally unforgiving. My semen pools thick like bacon drippings. Ready to soften with the rising sun. Greg's couch, the scent of his manhood alive in the cushions, proves a willing partner. Dancing fast. The third number ends before the dance is over. Thick ropes, their existence summoned from depths unknown, sink, lost between the cushions. A happy surprise - more than spare change down the road. A clock slowly ticks in a nearby room. This is the moment. He now slumbers below me. The satin sheets steadily rising and falling with each breath. Instinctively, my breath syncs with his. I climb in. Spent but ready. Spoons. His eyes are closed but his heart is open.
Omg Smokey...I feel more closer to you than ever!!! I have distinct visuals now of your penis. I'm not sure if you now have me aroused or what but I do know that I need a shower!!! :wub: HeHe!!! This is Classic!!! Huge Congrats to G40!!! Thats 1 party I will not miss!!!
-
Greg40 has earned his comma.
And my body is responding.
My penis throbs. The memories of those lost in wars past, school shootings, political terrorism: they all live on in my unrelenting erection. Every middle school flag flown at half-mast is done justice as the juices rush through my yearning member. Twitching in the evening wind. Reaching ever upward. Thick with veins running blue as the Montana skies. It calls out to people like a restored church steeple on Sunday morning. They come from miles around. Each pulse ringing the truth of God's work. And the Word is good. The Word is Greg. A meaningful droplet of seminal fluid moistens the head.
My scrotum hangs. The skin, freshly sheen like a sheep in summer's heat, droops smooth and mature. Childlike with the hard earned wisdom brought only by age. As I walk up his driveway, my sack keeps the rhythm. Each step celebrated by the sound of scotch tape carefully removed from a birthday present - a thoughtful child hoping to reuse the wrapping as wallpaper on her new doll house. The shiny ballbag sticks to my leg. But only for the slightest moment. It swings like a rusty pendeulum on a grandfather clock much needing service. My tween carriage glistens with sweat while my leg remains dry - insulated by a thick nest of transitional body hair. A boy in a man's world.
My balls are stretched taught. Enjoying the cool nighttime air. Full of my seed. Destined to be sown on a barren landscape. Beautiful destitude. I've been saving for this. The world is asleep. Greg's living room window pane is a harsh environment. My massive ejaculate globs in lifeless streaks, save the solitary rope stretching its way to the flowerbed below - ready to return home bringing life to the soil. God's circle. Greg's doormat, rough and used, proves equally unforgiving. My semen pools thick like bacon drippings. Ready to soften with the rising sun. Greg's couch, the scent of his manhood alive in the cushions, proves a willing partner. Dancing fast. The third number ends before the dance is over. Thick ropes, their existence summoned from depths unknown, sink, lost between the cushions. A happy surprise - more than spare change down the road. A clock slowly ticks in a nearby room. This is the moment. He now slumbers below me. The satin sheets steadily rising and falling with each breath. Instinctively, my breath syncs with his. I climb in. Spent but ready. Spoons. His eyes are closed but his heart is open.
Omg Smokey...I feel more closer to you than ever!!! I have distinct visuals now of your penis. I'm not sure if you now have me aroused or what but I do know that I need a shower!!! :wub: HeHe!!! This is Classic!!! Huge Congrats to G40!!! Thats 1 party I will not miss!!!
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
You my friend...........NEED HELP!
-
Greg40 has earned his comma.
And my body is responding.
My penis throbs. The memories of those lost in wars past, school shootings, political terrorism: they all live on in my unrelenting erection. Every middle school flag flown at half-mast is done justice as the juices rush through my yearning member. Twitching in the evening wind. Reaching ever upward. Thick with veins running blue as the Montana skies. It calls out to people like a restored church steeple on Sunday morning. They come from miles around. Each pulse ringing the truth of God's work. And the Word is good. The Word is Greg. A meaningful droplet of seminal fluid moistens the head.
My scrotum hangs. The skin, freshly sheen like a sheep in summer's heat, droops smooth and mature. Childlike with the hard earned wisdom brought only by age. As I walk up his driveway, my sack keeps the rhythm. Each step celebrated by the sound of scotch tape carefully removed from a birthday present - a thoughtful child hoping to reuse the wrapping as wallpaper on her new doll house. The shiny ballbag sticks to my leg. But only for the slightest moment. It swings like a rusty pendeulum on a grandfather clock much needing service. My tween carriage glistens with sweat while my leg remains dry - insulated by a thick nest of transitional body hair. A boy in a man's world.
My balls are stretched taught. Enjoying the cool nighttime air. Full of my seed. Destined to be sown on a barren landscape. Beautiful destitude. I've been saving for this. The world is asleep. Greg's living room window pane is a harsh environment. My massive ejaculate globs in lifeless streaks, save the solitary rope stretching its way to the flowerbed below - ready to return home bringing life to the soil. God's circle. Greg's doormat, rough and used, proves equally unforgiving. My semen pools thick like bacon drippings. Ready to soften with the rising sun. Greg's couch, the scent of his manhood alive in the cushions, proves a willing partner. Dancing fast. The third number ends before the dance is over. Thick ropes, their existence summoned from depths unknown, sink, lost between the cushions. A happy surprise - more than spare change down the road. A clock slowly ticks in a nearby room. This is the moment. He now slumbers below me. The satin sheets steadily rising and falling with each breath. Instinctively, my breath syncs with his. I climb in. Spent but ready. Spoons. His eyes are closed but his heart is open.
Omg Smokey...I feel more closer to you than ever!!! I have distinct visuals now of your penis. I'm not sure if you now have me aroused or what but I do know that I need a shower!!! :wub: HeHe!!! This is Classic!!! Huge Congrats to G40!!! Thats 1 party I will not miss!!!
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
You my friend...........NEED HELP!
I almost wish I hadn't read that.... almost. It'll take me the rest of the day to sort out the emotions. Somebody send Smokey a hamburger or oyster or something to write about. Anything to keep him away from Greg's couch.
-
Greg40 has earned his comma.
And my body is responding.
My penis throbs. The memories of those lost in wars past, school shootings, political terrorism: they all live on in my unrelenting erection. Every middle school flag flown at half-mast is done justice as the juices rush through my yearning member. Twitching in the evening wind. Reaching ever upward. Thick with veins running blue as the Montana skies. It calls out to people like a restored church steeple on Sunday morning. They come from miles around. Each pulse ringing the truth of God's work. And the Word is good. The Word is Greg. A meaningful droplet of seminal fluid moistens the head.
My scrotum hangs. The skin, freshly sheen like a sheep in summer's heat, droops smooth and mature. Childlike with the hard earned wisdom brought only by age. As I walk up his driveway, my sack keeps the rhythm. Each step celebrated by the sound of scotch tape carefully removed from a birthday present - a thoughtful child hoping to reuse the wrapping as wallpaper on her new doll house. The shiny ballbag sticks to my leg. But only for the slightest moment. It swings like a rusty pendeulum on a grandfather clock much needing service. My tween carriage glistens with sweat while my leg remains dry - insulated by a thick nest of transitional body hair. A boy in a man's world.
My balls are stretched taught. Enjoying the cool nighttime air. Full of my seed. Destined to be sown on a barren landscape. Beautiful destitude. I've been saving for this. The world is asleep. Greg's living room window pane is a harsh environment. My massive ejaculate globs in lifeless streaks, save the solitary rope stretching its way to the flowerbed below - ready to return home bringing life to the soil. God's circle. Greg's doormat, rough and used, proves equally unforgiving. My semen pools thick like bacon drippings. Ready to soften with the rising sun. Greg's couch, the scent of his manhood alive in the cushions, proves a willing partner. Dancing fast. The third number ends before the dance is over. Thick ropes, their existence summoned from depths unknown, sink, lost between the cushions. A happy surprise - more than spare change down the road. A clock slowly ticks in a nearby room. This is the moment. He now slumbers below me. The satin sheets steadily rising and falling with each breath. Instinctively, my breath syncs with his. I climb in. Spent but ready. Spoons. His eyes are closed but his heart is open.
Omg Smokey...I feel more closer to you than ever!!! I have distinct visuals now of your penis. I'm not sure if you now have me aroused or what but I do know that I need a shower!!! :wub: HeHe!!! This is Classic!!! Huge Congrats to G40!!! Thats 1 party I will not miss!!!
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
You my friend...........NEED HELP!
I almost wish I hadn't read that.... almost. It'll take me the rest of the day to sort out the emotions. Somebody send Smokey a hamburger or oyster or something to write about. Anything to keep him away from Greg's couch.
This may be one of the finest examples of writing ever displayed on this site.
I'm not sure that it needs to be displayed in "Words of Wisdom" but at least needs to be posted in the classic quitter comedy thread for safekeeping and longevity.
-
Greg40 has earned his comma.
And my body is responding.
My penis throbs. The memories of those lost in wars past, school shootings, political terrorism: they all live on in my unrelenting erection. Every middle school flag flown at half-mast is done justice as the juices rush through my yearning member. Twitching in the evening wind. Reaching ever upward. Thick with veins running blue as the Montana skies. It calls out to people like a restored church steeple on Sunday morning. They come from miles around. Each pulse ringing the truth of God's work. And the Word is good. The Word is Greg. A meaningful droplet of seminal fluid moistens the head.
My scrotum hangs. The skin, freshly sheen like a sheep in summer's heat, droops smooth and mature. Childlike with the hard earned wisdom brought only by age. As I walk up his driveway, my sack keeps the rhythm. Each step celebrated by the sound of scotch tape carefully removed from a birthday present - a thoughtful child hoping to reuse the wrapping as wallpaper on her new doll house. The shiny ballbag sticks to my leg. But only for the slightest moment. It swings like a rusty pendeulum on a grandfather clock much needing service. My tween carriage glistens with sweat while my leg remains dry - insulated by a thick nest of transitional body hair. A boy in a man's world.
My balls are stretched taught. Enjoying the cool nighttime air. Full of my seed. Destined to be sown on a barren landscape. Beautiful destitude. I've been saving for this. The world is asleep. Greg's living room window pane is a harsh environment. My massive ejaculate globs in lifeless streaks, save the solitary rope stretching its way to the flowerbed below - ready to return home bringing life to the soil. God's circle. Greg's doormat, rough and used, proves equally unforgiving. My semen pools thick like bacon drippings. Ready to soften with the rising sun. Greg's couch, the scent of his manhood alive in the cushions, proves a willing partner. Dancing fast. The third number ends before the dance is over. Thick ropes, their existence summoned from depths unknown, sink, lost between the cushions. A happy surprise - more than spare change down the road. A clock slowly ticks in a nearby room. This is the moment. He now slumbers below me. The satin sheets steadily rising and falling with each breath. Instinctively, my breath syncs with his. I climb in. Spent but ready. Spoons. His eyes are closed but his heart is open.
Omg Smokey...I feel more closer to you than ever!!! I have distinct visuals now of your penis. I'm not sure if you now have me aroused or what but I do know that I need a shower!!! :wub: HeHe!!! This is Classic!!! Huge Congrats to G40!!! Thats 1 party I will not miss!!!
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
You my friend...........NEED HELP!
I almost wish I hadn't read that.... almost. It'll take me the rest of the day to sort out the emotions. Somebody send Smokey a hamburger or oyster or something to write about. Anything to keep him away from Greg's couch.
This may be one of the finest examples of writing ever displayed on this site.
I'm not sure that it needs to be displayed in "Words of Wisdom" but at least needs to be posted in the classic quitter comedy thread for safekeeping and longevity.
Ahhh, I forgot I owed you oyster erotica. They kind of look like vaginas.
-
im gonna pairafrase that taggert guy and say 'gol darn it smoky uses his tunge prittyer then a twenty doller hore.'
-
Greg40 has earned his comma.
And my body is responding.
My penis throbs. The memories of those lost in wars past, school shootings, political terrorism: they all live on in my unrelenting erection. Every middle school flag flown at half-mast is done justice as the juices rush through my yearning member. Twitching in the evening wind. Reaching ever upward. Thick with veins running blue as the Montana skies. It calls out to people like a restored church steeple on Sunday morning. They come from miles around. Each pulse ringing the truth of God's work. And the Word is good. The Word is Greg. A meaningful droplet of seminal fluid moistens the head.
My scrotum hangs. The skin, freshly sheen like a sheep in summer's heat, droops smooth and mature. Childlike with the hard earned wisdom brought only by age. As I walk up his driveway, my sack keeps the rhythm. Each step celebrated by the sound of scotch tape carefully removed from a birthday present - a thoughtful child hoping to reuse the wrapping as wallpaper on her new doll house. The shiny ballbag sticks to my leg. But only for the slightest moment. It swings like a rusty pendeulum on a grandfather clock much needing service. My tween carriage glistens with sweat while my leg remains dry - insulated by a thick nest of transitional body hair. A boy in a man's world.
My balls are stretched taught. Enjoying the cool nighttime air. Full of my seed. Destined to be sown on a barren landscape. Beautiful destitude. I've been saving for this. The world is asleep. Greg's living room window pane is a harsh environment. My massive ejaculate globs in lifeless streaks, save the solitary rope stretching its way to the flowerbed below - ready to return home bringing life to the soil. God's circle. Greg's doormat, rough and used, proves equally unforgiving. My semen pools thick like bacon drippings. Ready to soften with the rising sun. Greg's couch, the scent of his manhood alive in the cushions, proves a willing partner. Dancing fast. The third number ends before the dance is over. Thick ropes, their existence summoned from depths unknown, sink, lost between the cushions. A happy surprise - more than spare change down the road. A clock slowly ticks in a nearby room. This is the moment. He now slumbers below me. The satin sheets steadily rising and falling with each breath. Instinctively, my breath syncs with his. I climb in. Spent but ready. Spoons. His eyes are closed but his heart is open.
Omg Smokey...I feel more closer to you than ever!!! I have distinct visuals now of your penis. I'm not sure if you now have me aroused or what but I do know that I need a shower!!! :wub: HeHe!!! This is Classic!!! Huge Congrats to G40!!! Thats 1 party I will not miss!!!
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
You my friend...........NEED HELP!
I almost wish I hadn't read that.... almost. It'll take me the rest of the day to sort out the emotions. Somebody send Smokey a hamburger or oyster or something to write about. Anything to keep him away from Greg's couch.
This may be one of the finest examples of writing ever displayed on this site.
I'm not sure that it needs to be displayed in "Words of Wisdom" but at least needs to be posted in the classic quitter comedy thread for safekeeping and longevity.
Ahhh, I forgot I owed you oyster erotica. They kind of look like vaginas.
It's been 3 days since this was posted by Mr. SmokeyG. Three magical, wonderful, and exhausting days. It seems that I can only read a few lines at a time before I frantically and tantrically must pleasure myself. In three days, I have developed carpel tunnel syndrome, penal arthritis, rectal friction burns, and anal leakage. Thank you for your beautiful words, SmokeyG. :wub:
-
Greg40 has earned his comma.
And my body is responding.
My penis throbs. The memories of those lost in wars past, school shootings, political terrorism: they all live on in my unrelenting erection. Every middle school flag flown at half-mast is done justice as the juices rush through my yearning member. Twitching in the evening wind. Reaching ever upward. Thick with veins running blue as the Montana skies. It calls out to people like a restored church steeple on Sunday morning. They come from miles around. Each pulse ringing the truth of God's work. And the Word is good. The Word is Greg. A meaningful droplet of seminal fluid moistens the head.
My scrotum hangs. The skin, freshly sheen like a sheep in summer's heat, droops smooth and mature. Childlike with the hard earned wisdom brought only by age. As I walk up his driveway, my sack keeps the rhythm. Each step celebrated by the sound of scotch tape carefully removed from a birthday present - a thoughtful child hoping to reuse the wrapping as wallpaper on her new doll house. The shiny ballbag sticks to my leg. But only for the slightest moment. It swings like a rusty pendeulum on a grandfather clock much needing service. My tween carriage glistens with sweat while my leg remains dry - insulated by a thick nest of transitional body hair. A boy in a man's world.
My balls are stretched taught. Enjoying the cool nighttime air. Full of my seed. Destined to be sown on a barren landscape. Beautiful destitude. I've been saving for this. The world is asleep. Greg's living room window pane is a harsh environment. My massive ejaculate globs in lifeless streaks, save the solitary rope stretching its way to the flowerbed below - ready to return home bringing life to the soil. God's circle. Greg's doormat, rough and used, proves equally unforgiving. My semen pools thick like bacon drippings. Ready to soften with the rising sun. Greg's couch, the scent of his manhood alive in the cushions, proves a willing partner. Dancing fast. The third number ends before the dance is over. Thick ropes, their existence summoned from depths unknown, sink, lost between the cushions. A happy surprise - more than spare change down the road. A clock slowly ticks in a nearby room. This is the moment. He now slumbers below me. The satin sheets steadily rising and falling with each breath. Instinctively, my breath syncs with his. I climb in. Spent but ready. Spoons. His eyes are closed but his heart is open.
Omg Smokey...I feel more closer to you than ever!!! I have distinct visuals now of your penis. I'm not sure if you now have me aroused or what but I do know that I need a shower!!! :wub: HeHe!!! This is Classic!!! Huge Congrats to G40!!! Thats 1 party I will not miss!!!
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
You my friend...........NEED HELP!
I almost wish I hadn't read that.... almost. It'll take me the rest of the day to sort out the emotions. Somebody send Smokey a hamburger or oyster or something to write about. Anything to keep him away from Greg's couch.
This may be one of the finest examples of writing ever displayed on this site.
I'm not sure that it needs to be displayed in "Words of Wisdom" but at least needs to be posted in the classic quitter comedy thread for safekeeping and longevity.
Ahhh, I forgot I owed you oyster erotica. They kind of look like vaginas.
It's been 3 days since this was posted by Mr. SmokeyG. Three magical, wonderful, and exhausting days. It seems that I can only read a few lines at a time before I frantically and tantrically must pleasure myself. In three days, I have developed carpel tunnel syndrome, penal arthritis, rectal friction burns, and anal leakage. Thank you for your beautiful words, SmokeyG. :wub:
Fag.
-
Happy Birthday, SmokeyG!!! May your asshole retain it's elasticity no matter how many strange and random cocks are introduced to it!
-
Happy Birthday, SmokeyG!!! May your asshole retain it's elasticity no matter how many strange and random cocks are introduced to it!
Happy BDAY SmokeyG
-
Happy Birthday, SmokeyG!!! May your asshole retain it's elasticity no matter how many strange and random cocks are introduced to it!
Happy BDAY SmokeyG
Happy B-Day Fag!
-
Happy Birthday, SmokeyG!!! May your asshole retain it's elasticity no matter how many strange and random cocks are introduced to it!
Happy BDAY SmokeyG
Happy B-Day Fag!
'Birthday' SmokeyG!!! Have a GREAT one!!!
-
Thanks Smokey (http://youtu.be/HNMq8XS4LhE)
-
Happy Birthday, SmokeyG!!! May your asshole retain it's elasticity no matter how many strange and random cocks are introduced to it!
Happy BDAY SmokeyG
Happy B-Day Fag!
'Birthday' SmokeyG!!! Have a GREAT one!!!
So, wait. You're saying my rectum may recover naturally? I've been doing kegels and picking up ping pong balls all day trying to salvage my boyhood.
The terrorists have lost. Again. 'usflag'
-
Thanks Smokey (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNMq8XS4LhE)
Damn, your original link was broken, so I'm now just seeing this. Fucking great.
-
I was doing some research into advertising appeals for class and came across these two ads. Read the explanation of the subliminal messages.
Parliament Lights (http://www.classroomtools.com/subhtm)
Crown Royal (http://www.classroomtools.com/subhtm) - the more I look at this picture, the more images I notice. Freaky shit.
-
I was doing some research into advertising appeals for class and came across these two ads. Read the explanation of the subliminal messages.
the more I look at this picture, the more images I notice. Freaky shit.
Smokey,
I spent 10 minutes looking at each photo and reading all the info and such. I see nothing at all subliminal about them.
I find everything that the author said to be a complete stretch of the imagination. I mean, on the last one I laughed my head off when they tried comparing a reflection to a shark jumping out at you or a bird skull.
Maybe my imagination just doesn't work right but every supposed subliminal advertisement looks to me like a normal add that someone has spent more time trying to find "conspiracies" than the company did in creating the add.
But at the same time I have hear that a good portion of people would be completely immune to subliminal advertising while others may be susceptible for whatever reason.
-
I was doing some research into advertising appeals for class and came across these two ads. Read the explanation of the subliminal messages.
the more I look at this picture, the more images I notice. Freaky shit.
Smokey,
I spent 10 minutes looking at each photo and reading all the info and such. I see nothing at all subliminal about them.
I find everything that the author said to be a complete stretch of the imagination. I mean, on the last one I laughed my head off when they tried comparing a reflection to a shark jumping out at you or a bird skull.
Maybe my imagination just doesn't work right but every supposed subliminal advertisement looks to me like a normal add that someone has spent more time trying to find "conspiracies" than the company did in creating the add.
But at the same time I have hear that a good portion of people would be completely immune to subliminal advertising while others may be susceptible for whatever reason.
I only think they're real when they involve tits. Really, why would you embed anything else?
-
I was doing some research into advertising appeals for class and came across these two ads. Read the explanation of the subliminal messages.
Parliament Lights (http://www.classroomtools.com/su.htm)
Crown Royal (http://www.classroomtools.com/suhtm) - the more I look at this picture, the more images I notice. Freaky shit.
Smokey,
I spent 10 minutes looking at each photo and reading all the info and such. I see nothing at all subliminal about them.
I find everything that the author said to be a complete stretch of the imagination. I mean, on the last one I laughed my head off when they tried comparing a reflection to a shark jumping out at you or a bird skull.
Maybe my imagination just doesn't work right but every supposed subliminal advertisement looks to me like a normal add that someone has spent more time trying to find "conspiracies" than the company did in creating the add.
But at the same time I have hear that a good portion of people would be completely immune to subliminal advertising while others may be susceptible for whatever reason.
The CR ad is a drawing. Advertisers don't do things just 'cause. Why include the disfigured, impaled soldier head? The vampire embedded to the upper left of the soldier head? The multiple demented faces throughout? I think the Seahawks Logo is devouring an infant Kevin Kolb to the far right of the soldier. Seriously.
With the first ad, I find the idea that tobacco companies may appeal to a subconscious death wish very disturbing and believable. It took a true will to live to quit.
-
I was doing some research into advertising appeals for class and came across these two ads. Read the explanation of the subliminal messages.
- the more I look at this picture, the more images I notice. Freaky shit.
Smokey,
I spent 10 minutes looking at each photo and reading all the info and such. I see nothing at all subliminal about them.
I find everything that the author said to be a complete stretch of the imagination. I mean, on the last one I laughed my head off when they tried comparing a reflection to a shark jumping out at you or a bird skull.
Maybe my imagination just doesn't work right but every supposed subliminal advertisement looks to me like a normal add that someone has spent more time trying to find "conspiracies" than the company did in creating the add.
But at the same time I have hear that a good portion of people would be completely immune to subliminal advertising while others may be susceptible for whatever reason.
The CR ad is a drawing. Advertisers don't do things just 'cause. Why include the disfigured, impaled soldier head? The vampire embedded to the upper left of the soldier head? The multiple demented faces throughout? I think the Seahawks Logo is devouring an infant Kevin Kolb to the far right of the soldier. Seriously.
With the first ad, I find the idea that tobacco companies may appeal to a subconscious death wish very disturbing and believable. It took a true will to live to quit.
It's certainly very interesting, either way. I'll say that I spent a few minutes thinking about the cig ad before reading further. The message I got was that you would die if you smoked the other guy's tar filled brand. I don't think I thought about the color black or the clothes they were wearing (or would have articulated it that way), it just hit me that it was a message of "death." But I never thought about it as a "death wish" (at least consciously).
-
I was doing some research into advertising appeals for class and came across these two ads. Read the explanation of the subliminal messages.
- the more I look at this picture, the more images I notice. Freaky shit.
Smokey,
I spent 10 minutes looking at each photo and reading all the info and such. I see nothing at all subliminal about them.
I find everything that the author said to be a complete stretch of the imagination. I mean, on the last one I laughed my head off when they tried comparing a reflection to a shark jumping out at you or a bird skull.
Maybe my imagination just doesn't work right but every supposed subliminal advertisement looks to me like a normal add that someone has spent more time trying to find "conspiracies" than the company did in creating the add.
But at the same time I have hear that a good portion of people would be completely immune to subliminal advertising while others may be susceptible for whatever reason.
The CR ad is a drawing. Advertisers don't do things just 'cause. Why include the disfigured, impaled soldier head? The vampire embedded to the upper left of the soldier head? The multiple demented faces throughout? I think the Seahawks Logo is devouring an infant Kevin Kolb to the far right of the soldier. Seriously.
With the first ad, I find the idea that tobacco companies may appeal to a subconscious death wish very disturbing and believable. It took a true will to live to quit.
It's certainly very interesting, either way. I'll say that I spent a few minutes thinking about the cig ad before reading further. The message I got was that you would die if you smoked the other guy's tar filled brand. I don't think I thought about the color black or the clothes they were wearing (or would have articulated it that way), it just hit me that it was a message of "death." But I never thought about it as a "death wish" (at least consciously).
What i am saying is that I think it is a crock to say there is images hidden in there. I could take that image and make up a 1000 things that are "hidden".
What I see is a bottle of crown royal broken. That is all.
There is not soldier head, nor a fox, nor a shark jumping in. Those are broken glass and light reflections.
And no, I don't like whiskey so there is no bias.
I have to add though that the tickle deodorant one is funny. The guy thinks that the company made the deodorant dildo shaped to attract women that want a little tickle form a dildo.
Yeah, call me what you want I think this whole subliminal messaging is not real and only feeds to those who think corporate America is out to get them.
-
I was doing some research into advertising appeals for class and came across these two ads. Read the explanation of the subliminal messages.
- the more I look at this picture, the more images I notice. Freaky shit.
Smokey,
I spent 10 minutes looking at each photo and reading all the info and such. I see nothing at all subliminal about them.
I find everything that the author said to be a complete stretch of the imagination. I mean, on the last one I laughed my head off when they tried comparing a reflection to a shark jumping out at you or a bird skull.
Maybe my imagination just doesn't work right but every supposed subliminal advertisement looks to me like a normal add that someone has spent more time trying to find "conspiracies" than the company did in creating the add.
But at the same time I have hear that a good portion of people would be completely immune to subliminal advertising while others may be susceptible for whatever reason.
The CR ad is a drawing. Advertisers don't do things just 'cause. Why include the disfigured, impaled soldier head? The vampire embedded to the upper left of the soldier head? The multiple demented faces throughout? I think the Seahawks Logo is devouring an infant Kevin Kolb to the far right of the soldier. Seriously.
With the first ad, I find the idea that tobacco companies may appeal to a subconscious death wish very disturbing and believable. It took a true will to live to quit.
It's certainly very interesting, either way. I'll say that I spent a few minutes thinking about the cig ad before reading further. The message I got was that you would die if you smoked the other guy's tar filled brand. I don't think I thought about the color black or the clothes they were wearing (or would have articulated it that way), it just hit me that it was a message of "death." But I never thought about it as a "death wish" (at least consciously).
What i am saying is that I think it is a crock to say there is images hidden in there. I could take that image and make up a 1000 things that are "hidden".
What I see is a bottle of crown royal broken. That is all.
There is not soldier head, nor a fox, nor a shark jumping in. Those are broken glass and light reflections.
And no, I don't like whiskey so there is no bias.
I have to add though that the tickle deodorant one is funny. The guy thinks that the company made the deodorant dildo shaped to attract women that want a little tickle form a dildo.
Yeah, call me what you want I think this whole subliminal messaging is not real and only feeds to those who think corporate America is out to get them.
apparently magnum took the blue pill.
-
I count my blessings that I was voted off the moderating team early on. Wish I would have followed my instincts and declined right away. Battling certain admin egos reveals a dark side of this community. I'm sincerely disappointed that a majority of admins chose to ban Greg40 over Greg being Greg. He may take gay to extremes, but at least he's no hypocrite.
-
I count my blessings that I was voted off the moderating team early on. Wish I would have followed my instincts and declined right away. Battling certain admin egos reveals a dark side of this community. I'm sincerely disappointed that a majority of admins chose to ban Greg40 over Greg being Greg. He may take gay to extremes, but at least he's no hypocrite.
I am supposing that I missed something.
Banned?
What on earth actually gets someone banned around here?
-
I count my blessings that I was voted off the moderating team early on. Wish I would have followed my instincts and declined right away. Battling certain admin egos reveals a dark side of this community. I'm sincerely disappointed that a majority of admins chose to ban Greg40 over Greg being Greg. He may take gay to extremes, but at least he's no hypocrite.
I am supposing that I missed something.
Banned?
What on earth actually gets someone banned around here?
I assume he had multiple aliases, was masking his IP address for SPAM purposes, or they finally discovered he's a 14 year old boy. Otherwise, they're just reacting to their hurt feelings and delicate egos.
-
I count my blessings that I was voted off the moderating team early on. Wish I would have followed my instincts and declined right away. Battling certain admin egos reveals a dark side of this community. I'm sincerely disappointed that a majority of admins chose to ban Greg40 over Greg being Greg. He may take gay to extremes, but at least he's no hypocrite.
I am supposing that I missed something.
Banned?
What on earth actually gets someone banned around here?
I assume he had multiple aliases, was masking his IP address for SPAM purposes, or they finally discovered he's a 14 year old boy. Otherwise, they're just reacting to their hurt feelings and delicate egos.
Don't assume... makes you look like an asshole ;)
-
I count my blessings that I was voted off the moderating team early on. Wish I would have followed my instincts and declined right away. Battling certain admin egos reveals a dark side of this community. I'm sincerely disappointed that a majority of admins chose to ban Greg40 over Greg being Greg. He may take gay to extremes, but at least he's no hypocrite.
I am supposing that I missed something.
Banned?
What on earth actually gets someone banned around here?
I assume he had multiple aliases, was masking his IP address for SPAM purposes, or they finally discovered he's a 14 year old boy. Otherwise, they're just reacting to their hurt feelings and delicate egos.
Don't assume... makes you look like an asshole ;)
I know all about the pinned admin announcement regarding gayness and beastiality and the other things that Greg is into. I will always support his choices and his quit over the powers that be. His presence is a cornerstone of many people's quits, including mine. He embodies a key aspect that makes this site attractive to many over lite.
-
Hilda (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyhRUKSG1XA)
-
Hilda (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyhRUKSG1XA)
Cool, Dave. You write that?
-
Quit with Smokey today. You still inspire me brother. Thank you.
-
Hilda (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyhRUKSG1XA)
Cool, Dave. You write that?
Intriguing
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.
The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."
You're a beautiful man!
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.
The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."
You're a beautiful man!
Sweet Jesus thats hilarious
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.
The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."
You're a beautiful man!
Sweet Jesus thats hilarious
'crackup'
Holyhellfuck! TIFFS!
'crackup'
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.
The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."
You're a beautiful man!
Sweet Jesus thats hilarious
'crackup'
Holyhellfuck! TIFFS!
'crackup'
Ho lee shit!!! I needed this today. 'crackup'
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.
The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."
You're a beautiful man!
Sweet Jesus thats hilarious
'crackup'
Holyhellfuck! TIFFS!
'crackup'
Ho lee shit!!! I needed this today. 'crackup'
Thank you for posting this again. I have tears running down my face i was laughing so hard..
-
500 Trophy.
-
500 Trophy.
You rock Leahy
-
500 Trophy.
'worship'
-
500 Trophy.
'worship'
I think that's tantamount to peeing in the corner.
Smokey, I just marked out my territory on your board. Any of your wenches wander over to within reach and this Pirate is gonna get busy :D
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.
The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."
You're a beautiful man!
Sweet Jesus thats hilarious
'crackup'
Holyhellfuck! TIFFS!
'crackup'
Ho lee shit!!! I needed this today. 'crackup'
Thank you for posting this again. I have tears running down my face i was laughing so hard..
Thank god I shut my office door before I read this. I will have this visual all day.
-
Sorry fellow quitters, but I've just got to get this off my chest....
I didn't set up this intro page for you to come here and call me names like "faggy mcfaggerson" "dicknoodler" "liono" and "tubesock rapist" (BTW - fuck you Greg. That was below the belt). This intro page is not a playground for your filthy minds. It's not a place to puff your cyberchest and take cheap shots at Smokeyg. Even strong men cry Mr. Jester...even strong men cry.
I realized this morning that this intro page should be a nest of love and acceptance. A place to shout your admiration and respect for fellow quitters who have paved the way for your own greatness. This intro page is now a page of love.
Fuck you Greg
Fuck you RoyJester
Fuck you Copefiend
Ricko, you're cool
Fuck you Wildcat
Fuck you Scooterscum
Fuck your ex girlfriend's mother Tfurrh
Chewless Jim, you're cool
Fuck you Scuba Steve
Fuck you Dean you Cunt
Niwot, you're cool, but fuck you anyways
And a huge FUCK YOU to Cordova Dave just because
And you, SmokeyG, have paved the way for my greatness.
Thank you Faggy McFaggerson.
-
Sorry fellow quitters, but I've just got to get this off my chest....
I didn't set up this intro page for you to come here and call me names like "faggy mcfaggerson" "dicknoodler" "liono" and "tubesock rapist" (BTW - fuck you Greg. That was below the belt). This intro page is not a playground for your filthy minds. It's not a place to puff your cyberchest and take cheap shots at Smokeyg. Even strong men cry Mr. Jester...even strong men cry.Â
I realized this morning that this intro page should be a nest of love and acceptance. A place to shout your admiration and respect for fellow quitters who have paved the way for your own greatness. This intro page is now a page of love.Â
Fuck you Greg
Fuck you RoyJester
Fuck you Copefiend
Ricko, you're cool
Fuck you Wildcat
Fuck you Scooterscum
Fuck your ex girlfriend's mother Tfurrh
Chewless Jim, you're cool
Fuck you Scuba Steve
Fuck you Dean you Cunt
Niwot, you're cool, but fuck you anyways
And a huge FUCK YOU to Cordova Dave just because
And you, SmokeyG, have paved the way for my greatness.
Thank you Faggy McFaggerson.
4 years friday. freak.
lock up yer hamsters and guinea pigs.
-
Sorry fellow quitters, but I've just got to get this off my chest....
I didn't set up this intro page for you to come here and call me names like "faggy mcfaggerson" "dicknoodler" "liono" and "tubesock rapist" (BTW - fuck you Greg. That was below the belt). This intro page is not a playground for your filthy minds. It's not a place to puff your cyberchest and take cheap shots at Smokeyg. Even strong men cry Mr. Jester...even strong men cry.Â
I realized this morning that this intro page should be a nest of love and acceptance. A place to shout your admiration and respect for fellow quitters who have paved the way for your own greatness. This intro page is now a page of love.Â
Fuck you Greg
Fuck you RoyJester
Fuck you Copefiend
Ricko, you're cool
Fuck you Wildcat
Fuck you Scooterscum
Fuck your ex girlfriend's mother Tfurrh
Chewless Jim, you're cool
Fuck you Scuba Steve
Fuck you Dean you Cunt
Niwot, you're cool, but fuck you anyways
And a huge FUCK YOU to Cordova Dave just because
And you, SmokeyG, have paved the way for my greatness.
Thank you Faggy McFaggerson.
4 years friday. freak.
lock up yer hamsters and guinea pigs.
Damn goo advice Kid.
-
Congratulations on 4 years tomorrow Smokey!
That's awesome man!
-
I let an ant crawl up my peehole tonight. I've tinkled twice and no ant. 4 years of quit is worth it.
-
I let an ant crawl up my peehole tonight. I've tinkled twice and no ant. 4 years of quit is worth it.
Quit is Quit.
Four Years Is Huge.
I have no idea about the ant, and don't want to.
You're crazy quit.
-
Nice quad smokes
-
Nice quad smokes
X2
-
Nice quad smokes
X2
X3
nice job
-
Nice quad smokes
X2
X3
nice job
Good job g.
-
Nice quad smokes
X2
X3
nice job
Good job g.
'clap'
-
Nice quad smokes
X2
X3
nice job
Good job g.
'clap'
Outstanding.
-
Nice quad smokes
X2
X3
nice job
Good job g.
'clap'
Outstanding.
way to go!
-
I let an ant crawl up my peehole tonight. I've tinkled twice and no ant. 4 years of quit is worth it.
Glad to be quit with you, old comrade. Four years is awesomeness.
-
I have nothing to say now, but I used to be interesting
*****
Greg40 has earned his comma.
And my body is responding.
My penis throbs. The memories of those lost in wars past, school shootings, political terrorism: they all live on in my unrelenting erection. Every middle school flag flown at half-mast is done justice as the juices rush through my yearning member. Twitching in the evening wind. Reaching ever upward. Thick with veins running blue as the Montana skies. It calls out to people like a restored church steeple on Sunday morning. They come from miles around. Each pulse ringing the truth of God's work. And the Word is good. The Word is Greg. A meaningful droplet of seminal fluid moistens the head.
My scrotum hangs. The skin, freshly sheen like a sheep in summer's heat, droops smooth and mature. Childlike with the hard earned wisdom brought only by age. As I walk up his driveway, my sack keeps the rhythm. Each step celebrated by the sound of scotch tape carefully removed from a birthday present - a thoughtful child hoping to reuse the wrapping as wallpaper on her new doll house. The shiny ballbag sticks to my leg. But only for the slightest moment. It swings like a rusty pendeulum on a grandfather clock much needing service. My tween carriage glistens with sweat while my leg remains dry - insulated by a thick nest of transitional body hair. A boy in a man's world.
My balls are stretched taught. Enjoying the cool nighttime air. Full of my seed. Destined to be sown on a barren landscape. Beautiful destitude. I've been saving for this. The world is asleep. Greg's living room window pane is a harsh environment. My massive ejaculate globs in lifeless streaks, save the solitary rope stretching its way to the flowerbed below - ready to return home bringing life to the soil. God's circle. Greg's doormat, rough and used, proves equally unforgiving. My semen pools thick like bacon drippings. Ready to soften with the rising sun. Greg's couch, the scent of his manhood alive in the cushions, proves a willing partner. Dancing fast. The third number ends before the dance is over. Thick ropes, their existence summoned from depths unknown, sink, lost between the cushions. A happy surprise - more than spare change down the road. A clock slowly ticks in a nearby room. This is the moment. He now slumbers below me. The satin sheets steadily rising and falling with each breath. Instinctively, my breath syncs with his. I climb in. Spent but ready. Spoons. His eyes are closed but his heart is open.
*****
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
*****
Golly willickers.
******
I had a very vivid dip dream last night. It was a combination "Dragon's Lair" / Bike Helmet Safety"The More You Know" PSA / Dip Dream.
I can account for both the Dragon's Lair and the Bike Helmet aspects, but I'm not sure where the massive chew in my dream accompanied by the feeling that I had been secretly chewing for the last couple of months came from. Actually, I was hit with a pretty severe urge a couple days ago while driving. Two times in the same day while returning Christmas presents. I actually think my mouth was watering a little bit. I thought about all the steps I would have to go through to actually get from driving in my car with nearly 600 days quit to having a chew in my mouth.
1) Exit the freeway and find a convenience store.
2) Park at the convenience store.
3) Go inside the convenience store.
4) Get in line at the convenience store.
5) Ask the cashier for a can of whatever is on sale.
6) Give the cashier my money.
7) Take the can in exchange for said money.
8) Cut the seal around the edge of the can (without my special long thumb nail).
9) Pack the can.
10) Twist off the lid.
11) Transfer lid back under the can to free up a hand.
12) Take a pinch of whatever was on sale.
13) Pull my lower left lip open a bit to insert poison.
There are probably more steps involved that I did not write down, but each of those 13 steps provides an opportunity for me to catch myself. I rarely carry a cell phone with me, so at any of those 13 steps I could say to myself, "I will not chew tobacco today" "I am in control of my actions" "I deserve the freedom that I have earned". You know, shit like that....
I think I'll print out the Contract To Quit and stick it in my wallet just in case talking to myself would be a little strange at that particular moment.
For now:
I will remain quit. Quitting is possible and I can do it. I love myself more than I love dipping. I care about my personal health more than I care about dipping. I love family more than I love dipping. I know this addiction could still kill me, and I ACCEPT that fact. I enjoy spending time with my friends and family more than I ever enjoyed spending time alone with my can. I look forward to my life - the daily struggle is worth it. When I am lying next to my wife in a hospital bed holding our newborn child, I will feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that this is the path I CHOSE. I will have no regrets and will work to make positive choices in the future. I will feel joy for my familyÂ’s support and unconditional love, and I know I will remain free for myself and the people I truly love.
I know ALL the consequences of my actions and I accept them fully and without regret. I hereby choose to control my life and this addiction - I do so with a smile on my face.
*****
I had my observation with my principal today and the 20 year old man-boy in my class said, "Ms. Principal, Mr. Green touches me inappropriately sometimes." And another girl said, "You too!?"
*****
-
Smokey, you sir, are still interesting and relevant despite what your students, kids and other family members say about you. Hell, you might even be a sage at this point...keep bringin' it, rack 'em stack 'em, you're the genuine A+ real deal.
-
Fuck my butt it was sizzling today. Like 85. It's still a little hot and the sun is almost down. Flucking global warming.
-
How would you respond to a tobacco farmer joining the ranks of KTC? An active quitter and producer?
-
How would you respond to a tobacco farmer joining the ranks of KTC? An active quitter and producer?
man you make my brain hert. on one hand a mans gotta make a livin and it prolly aint eezy to switch to some thing like cotten or corn. on the other hand there aint no good products what come from tabacky.
sell the dam farm sparky and find honist work!
plus i mite be a bit suspishuss hed be lookin to under mind the fine work done here.
-
How would you respond to a tobacco farmer joining the ranks of KTC? An active quitter and producer?
man you make my brain hert. on one hand a mans gotta make a livin and it prolly aint eezy to switch to some thing like cotten or corn. on the other hand there aint no good products what come from tabacky.
sell the dam farm sparky and find honist work!
plus i mite be a bit suspishuss hed be lookin to under mind the fine work done here.
I say "let's help him quit regardless of what he does for a living!"
-
How would you respond to a tobacco farmer joining the ranks of KTC? An active quitter and producer?
man you make my brain hert. on one hand a mans gotta make a livin and it prolly aint eezy to switch to some thing like cotten or corn. on the other hand there aint no good products what come from tabacky.
sell the dam farm sparky and find honist work!
plus i mite be a bit suspishuss hed be lookin to under mind the fine work done here.
I say "let's help him quit regardless of what he does for a living!"
Yea ^^^^^^^ I would help a politition too!
-
How would you respond to a tobacco farmer joining the ranks of KTC? An active quitter and producer?
man you make my brain hert. on one hand a mans gotta make a livin and it prolly aint eezy to switch to some thing like cotten or corn. on the other hand there aint no good products what come from tabacky.
sell the dam farm sparky and find honist work!
plus i mite be a bit suspishuss hed be lookin to under mind the fine work done here.
I say "let's help him quit regardless of what he does for a living!"
Yea ^^^^^^^ I would help a politition too!
This site is about helping quitters stay quit. Period.
-
How would you respond to a tobacco farmer joining the ranks of KTC? An active quitter and producer?
man you make my brain hert. on one hand a mans gotta make a livin and it prolly aint eezy to switch to some thing like cotten or corn. on the other hand there aint no good products what come from tabacky.
sell the dam farm sparky and find honist work!
plus i mite be a bit suspishuss hed be lookin to under mind the fine work done here.
I say "let's help him quit regardless of what he does for a living!"
Yea ^^^^^^^ I would help a politition too!
This site is about helping quitters stay quit. Period.
Exactly...help him quit. I would say nothing of his contribution to the problem. Nor would I ask him if he was one of the parasitic farmers taking federal subsidies for producing a plant that slowly kills his customers. I would just welcome him and help him quit. Hopefully, he would click around and become disgusted with himself. But this site isn't about judging. If he is a miserable addict, I'm hear to help him. I'm serious about that.
Nobody asked me about my background (it isn't interesting or any different than m most everybody else's). Nobody charged me any money, despite offering the most valuable thing I have ever achieved. Nobody asked me to change my life other than to simply live nic-free. So, that is all I would ask of him.
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.
The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."
You're a beautiful man!
Sweet Jesus thats hilarious
'crackup'
Holyhellfuck! TIFFS!
'crackup'
Ho lee shit!!! I needed this today. 'crackup'
Thank you for posting this again. I have tears running down my face i was laughing so hard..
Thank god I shut my office door before I read this. I will have this visual all day.
Smokey, Don't know you, but, Thank you. Needed a laugh bad and I found this just at the right moment. Dam, I havn't laughed this hard in a long time. Thanks
Dozer
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.
The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."
You're a beautiful man!
Sweet Jesus thats hilarious
'crackup'
Holyhellfuck! TIFFS!
'crackup'
Ho lee shit!!! I needed this today. 'crackup'
Thank you for posting this again. I have tears running down my face i was laughing so hard..
Thank god I shut my office door before I read this. I will have this visual all day.
Smokey, Don't know you, but, Thank you. Needed a laugh bad and I found this just at the right moment. Dam, I havn't laughed this hard in a long time. Thanks
Dozer
OMG! Laughing so hard I woke the dog and my roommate!! Thanks for the Laugh!!! 'crackup'
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.
The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."
You're a beautiful man!
Sweet Jesus thats hilarious
'crackup'
Holyhellfuck! TIFFS!
'crackup'
Ho lee shit!!! I needed this today. 'crackup'
Thank you for posting this again. I have tears running down my face i was laughing so hard..
Thank god I shut my office door before I read this. I will have this visual all day.
Smokey, Don't know you, but, Thank you. Needed a laugh bad and I found this just at the right moment. Dam, I havn't laughed this hard in a long time. Thanks
Dozer
OMG! Laughing so hard I woke the dog and my roommate!! Thanks for the Laugh!!! 'crackup'
oh good Christmas that's beautiful.
-
I accidentally typed in "www.hotmale.com (http://www.hotmale.com)" just now when checking my e-mail.
We don't have mistakes here. We just have happy accidents. - Bob Ross
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.
The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."
You're a beautiful man!
Sweet Jesus thats hilarious
'crackup'
Holyhellfuck! TIFFS!
'crackup'
Ho lee shit!!! I needed this today. 'crackup'
Thank you for posting this again. I have tears running down my face i was laughing so hard..
Thank god I shut my office door before I read this. I will have this visual all day.
Smokey, Don't know you, but, Thank you. Needed a laugh bad and I found this just at the right moment. Dam, I havn't laughed this hard in a long time. Thanks
Dozer
OMG! Laughing so hard I woke the dog and my roommate!! Thanks for the Laugh!!! 'crackup'
oh good Christmas that's beautiful.
me oh my....laughing my thanksgiving weekend stuffed ass off
-
Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake.
-
Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake.
In all fairness, snows like that are very rare in the Mid-east.
-
Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake.
In all fairness, snows like that are very rare in the Mid-east.
And isn't that guy in the bathrobe with the cigar and beer watching over him..... 'crackup'
-
Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake.
In all fairness, snows like that are very rare in the Mid-east.
And isn't that guy in the bathrobe with the cigar and beer watching over him..... 'crackup'
You made the banner Derek?!? 'na na'
-
Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake.
In all fairness, snows like that are very rare in the Mid-east.
And isn't that guy in the bathrobe with the cigar and beer watching over him..... 'crackup'
You made the banner Derek?!? 'na na'
That is not a guy in a bathrobe. I am pretty sure that is Luke Skywalker stringing Chrismas Lights.
-
Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake.
In all fairness, snows like that are very rare in the Mid-east.
And isn't that guy in the bathrobe with the cigar and beer watching over him..... 'crackup'
You made the banner Derek?!? 'na na'
That is not a guy in a bathrobe. I am pretty sure that is Luke Skywalker stringing Chrismas Lights.
and taking a picture of himself..
-
Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake.
In all fairness, snows like that are very rare in the Mid-east.
And isn't that guy in the bathrobe with the cigar and beer watching over him..... 'crackup'
You made the banner Derek?!? 'na na'
That is not a guy in a bathrobe. I am pretty sure that is Luke Skywalker stringing Chrismas Lights.
and taking a picture of himself..
All this time I just figured it was Gmann.
-
Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake.
In all fairness, snows like that are very rare in the Mid-east.
And isn't that guy in the bathrobe with the cigar and beer watching over him..... 'crackup'
You made the banner Derek?!? 'na na'
That is not a guy in a bathrobe. I am pretty sure that is Luke Skywalker stringing Chrismas Lights.
and taking a picture of himself..
All this time I just figured it was Gmann.
looks like cousin eddie to me.
shitter's full!
-
Quick question - why is crockett "unregistered". I'm curious as to the back story.
Who's crockett you may ask. Well, she just so happens to be my granddaughter. So, let's hear it. My baby girl's baby girl deserves a voice.
-
Quick question - why is crockett "unregistered". I'm curious as to the back story.
Who's crockett you may ask. Well, she just so happens to be my granddaughter. So, let's hear it. My baby girl's baby girl deserves a voice.
Uuuuuhh. No idea.
Really.
No clue.
-
5 year wedding anniversary today. The fact that I'm about 4 1/2 years into my quit reminds me of the extra long poop I took on my wedding night while my wife waited for me in bed.
Boned her twice already this morning.
-
5 year wedding anniversary today. The fact that I'm about 4 1/2 years into my quit reminds me of the extra long poop I took on my wedding night while my wife waited for me in bed.
Boned her twice already this morning.
Congrats, STALLION!!!
-
5 year wedding anniversary today. The fact that I'm about 4 1/2 years into my quit reminds me of the extra long poop I took on my wedding night while my wife waited for me in bed.
Boned her twice already this morning.
Congrats, STALLION!!!
You must not have children.....
-
Just because a guy is circumcised, doesn't mean that his penis is small.
Who are these people?
-
Let me start this by saying please don't post your best wishes and sympathy; that's not why I'm sharing this. I'm hoping that my loss and my resolve to remain quit will inspire at least one person during a future trial.
My son, Henry, died in the womb in his 16th week. This was Saturday, March 16. We checked in to the ER with our 2 year old daughter, Hazel, at 6:00am and at 6:45 my wife went into labor. Of course, Henry couldn't survive at such a young age. Unfortunately, the ER staff never considered to give us time with our son. In fact, we didn't even know he was a "he" when they threw him in a yellow medical waste tub and rushed him away. We saw him, but they seemed uneasy even letting us look at our son. We had to send someone later to the lab to check on the sex. My only reasoning is that they were trying to protect us - or they were trying to protect our daughter, who I was distracting with medical gloves. Mom is crying under a bloody sheet, and Hazel is giggling, working to fit an oversized glove on my hand while wearing two gloves herself. Kids are amazing.
Anyways, we were later dismissed form the ER with nothing. No death certificate. The line is 20 weeks. After that is a stillbirth with a death certificate; before that is nothing. A "spontaneous abortion". No pictures. We hadn't even taken a picture of Shannon's belly yet. She had a bad feeling from the start. We were crushed. I went to the library on Sunday to write a final essay for my Master's program. I went back to work on Monday. I had told co-workers for the first time on Friday that we were pregnant. It took until Thursday for me to say anything. And only after another teacher approached me stating that he was worried about me - that I had a glaze in my eyes. I teared up, but didn't come out with it because 18 year old kids were around. Gotta keep it together at work. I told what happened through an e-mail. The people who gave me hugs and shared their own losses and hurt were great support.
That same day, Thursday, Shannon and I attended a grief support group for people who had lost young children. We were afraid that everyone would have lost fully developed infants and our loss would somehow be overshadowed. Far from it. The group leader had lost a child at 19 weeks. She spoke of her daughter as if she were real. She bought her gifts and had shared memories. We shared our experience. I was the only guy there. The other husbands would "never attend something like this". I broke down. Saying that I felt as if our son had been treated like medical waste. I referred to him out loud by name for the first time to anyone besides my wife - Henry. This was a major realization for me. I'm glad I'm not manly tough.
My wife is amazing. Mother of the year.
She sought out the social worker/counselor at the Hospital where Henry was born. The hospital had no plans to follow up with us. Without her love and strength, we would have no record of his existence. Early Friday afternoon, we met with this wonderful woman on the labor and delivery floor who comforted us and gave us a basket that parents would normally receive with the death of a child. She wrote down all of our hospital related concerns and contacted the department where Henry was resting (who botched the paperwork concerning the test that may have determined what went wrong). She offered up a smock that a local company of volunteers had stitched. She shared and later updated the ER length/weight measurements which were grossly inaccurate. She offered to take photos of him in the smock and take footprints. She made arrangements with a trusted funeral home for cremation. She arranged for us to have time with him alone beforehand.
That bonding happened yesterday. Our friends watched our daughter while we went to the funeral home. They had set a room up for us and had his body - taped securely in the ER bucket - wrapped in a blue blanket and smock in a basket. We wanted to see him. To spend time with him. We had to ask for a pair of scissors to cut through the tape. I held Henry. Dropped tears on him. Held him to my forehead. Told him we loved him. That he had a big sister. That he is part of our family. At 16 weeks development, dead for a week, he looked just like Hazel in profile. We told him we were sorry. After what seemed like 15 minutes, our hour was over. We wrapped him in a blanket that my wife sewed the night before. Hugged him for the last time.
Yesterday?
Today, I was steamrolled. It wasn't until noon until I was able to function like a human being. I mowed the lawn for the first time this Spring. I cooked cheeseburgers and sweet potato fries for my family. I hugged my wife and daughter. I played soccer with my friends. I wrote this post. Tomorrow we will receive his ashes to scatter at a place of our choosing.
You think chew will make it all better? You're wrong. Henry's father is stronger. Every chew is a slap in the face to yourself and the people you love. Be stronger.
-
Great post bro. Thanks for taking the time.
Each day brings new challenges, nicotine would only complicate them.
Thanks for the reminder friend.
-
Congrats to the August 2008 BAMFERS for 5 years of commitment. Thanks for leading the way 65fl! Stop by for a glance at greatness.
-
If you can make it thru that and still be quit, I damn sure can make it thru this piddly ass day!
Thanks for putting my ass back in check and everything into perspective. Stay strong.
-
Thank you KTC for 5 years of continued support. I know that I wouldn't have hit this milestone without the accountability and wisdom provided by this community.
Keep posting roll, quitters. That 10 seconds in the morning means everything.
Smokeyg - 1,826
-
Next time you pee and it bubbles up in the toilet, imagine the bubbles are spider eyes looking back at your ding dong. It's kind of creepy.
-
What do I do if I can't watch myself pee? I want to feel included too!
-
I don't think you want to be included in that little game....i know i don't! freaks me out just thinking about it
-
What do I do if I can't watch myself pee? I want to feel included too!
Hold a mirror! :D
-
What do I do if I can't watch myself pee? I want to feel included too!
Hold a mirror! :D
p.s. hope my avatar doesnt offend you?
-
What do I do if I can't watch myself pee? I want to feel included too!
Hold a mirror! :D
But it's dark down there - hard to see the reflection when I've got a giant shadow created by this lovely arse! Besides, then I just get distracted from the view :D
-
What do I do if I can't watch myself pee? I want to feel included too!
Hold a mirror! :D
p.s. hope my avatar doesnt offend you?
Damn! How'd you get my picture? Dude, have we met?
'crackup'
-
What do I do if I can't watch myself pee? I want to feel included too!
Hold a mirror! :D
p.s. hope my avatar doesnt offend you?
Damn! How'd you get my picture? Dude, have we met?
'crackup'
I needed that laugh today......
-
What do I do if I can't watch myself pee? I want to feel included too!
Hold a mirror! :D
p.s. hope my avatar doesnt offend you?
Damn! How'd you get my picture? Dude, have we met?
'crackup'
I needed that laugh today......
And these avs never offend me - i LOVE a good lookin woman - and i'm obsessed with a really great rack!
That would be the unofficially publicized bi in me :)
-
What do I do if I can't watch myself pee? I want to feel included too!
Hold a mirror! :D
p.s. hope my avatar doesnt offend you?
Damn! How'd you get my picture? Dude, have we met?
'crackup'
I needed that laugh today......
If this is your pic. We need to meet now!
-
What do I do if I can't watch myself pee? I want to feel included too!
Hold a mirror! :D
p.s. hope my avatar doesnt offend you?
Damn! How'd you get my picture? Dude, have we met?
'crackup'
I needed that laugh today......
If this is your pic. We need to meet now!
look what you started smokey!
-
What do I do if I can't watch myself pee? I want to feel included too!
Hold a mirror! :D
p.s. hope my avatar doesnt offend you?
Damn! How'd you get my picture? Dude, have we met?
'crackup'
Entertained
Confused
Slightly turned on
Confused
Have to pee now (kind of scared)
-
What do I do if I can't watch myself pee? I want to feel included too!
Hold a mirror! :D
p.s. hope my avatar doesnt offend you?
Damn! How'd you get my picture? Dude, have we met?
'crackup'
But it's dark down there - hard to see the reflection when I've got a giant shadow created by this lovely arse! Besides, then I just get distracted from the view
Wastepanel: (sorry I screwed up your response)
Entertained
Confused
Slightly turned on
Confused
Have to pee now (kind of scared)
-
As the spark that ignited the passion, I request a full transcript of any Racetrack/Frawley IM lovemaking to be posted directly to my intro page. Refrain from edits.
On a lighter note, I cleaned a couple of spider eggs off my siding this weekend. They kind of resemble a clitoris. God, what if one hatched during cunnilingus? What would be worse, crabs or baby spiders?
-
As the spark that ignited the passion, I request a full transcript of any Racetrack/Frawley IM lovemaking to be posted directly to my intro page. Refrain from edits.
On a lighter note, I cleaned a couple of spider eggs off my siding this weekend. They kind of resemble a clitoris. God, what if one hatched during cunnilingus? What would be worse, crabs or baby spiders?
that's just fucked up. Made me laugh. Thanks for the laugh smokeyg
-
As the spark that ignited the passion, I request a full transcript of any Racetrack/Frawley IM lovemaking to be posted directly to my intro page. Refrain from edits.
On a lighter note, I cleaned a couple of spider eggs off my siding this weekend. They kind of resemble a clitoris. God, what if one hatched during cunnilingus? What would be worse, crabs or baby spiders?
that's just fucked up. Made me laugh. Thanks for the laugh smokeyg
Crabs that got in your mustache
Hahaha
-
As the spark that ignited the passion, I request a full transcript of any Racetrack/Frawley IM lovemaking to be posted directly to my intro page. Refrain from edits.
On a lighter note, I cleaned a couple of spider eggs off my siding this weekend. They kind of resemble a clitoris. God, what if one hatched during cunnilingus? What would be worse, crabs or baby spiders?
that's just fucked up. Made me laugh. Thanks for the laugh smokeyg
Crabs that got in your mustache
Hahaha
Is this what we have become? Really? I am appalled. Offended. Hurt. Distraught. Crazed. Enlightened. Branded. Randy. Oh yeah, and slightly Horny.
Thanks, assholes......
'bang head'
-
As the spark that ignited the passion, I request a full transcript of any Racetrack/Frawley IM lovemaking to be posted directly to my intro page. Refrain from edits.
On a lighter note, I cleaned a couple of spider eggs off my siding this weekend. They kind of resemble a clitoris. God, what if one hatched during cunnilingus? What would be worse, crabs or baby spiders?
that's just fucked up. Made me laugh. Thanks for the laugh smokeyg
Crabs that got in your mustache
Hahaha
Is this what we have become? Really? I am appalled. Offended. Hurt. Distraught. Crazed. Enlightened. Branded. Randy. Oh yeah, and slightly Horny.
Thanks, assholes......
'bang head'
Sometimes I think I'm mentally twisted for all the things I think and do not say. Then I read people like Smokey (and many others!) who just say exactly whatever twisted shit that's on their mind. I envy you guys that can do that. And the visuals that come with it are even more twisted. I'm sitting here wondering how you can lick a spider's clit. And that's not even what you said.
-
As the spark that ignited the passion, I request a full transcript of any Racetrack/Frawley IM lovemaking to be posted directly to my intro page. Refrain from edits.
On a lighter note, I cleaned a couple of spider eggs off my siding this weekend. They kind of resemble a clitoris. God, what if one hatched during cunnilingus? What would be worse, crabs or baby spiders?
that's just fucked up. Made me laugh. Thanks for the laugh smokeyg
Crabs that got in your mustache
Hahaha
Is this what we have become? Really? I am appalled. Offended. Hurt. Distraught. Crazed. Enlightened. Branded. Randy. Oh yeah, and slightly Horny.
Thanks, assholes......
'bang head'
Sometimes I think I'm mentally twisted for all the things I think and do not say. Then I read people like Smokey (and many others!) who just say exactly whatever twisted shit that's on their mind. I envy you guys that can do that. And the visuals that come with it are even more twisted. I'm sitting here wondering how you can lick a spider's clit. And that's not even what you said.
For the curious... (http://lmgtfy.com/?q=do+spiders+have+clits%3F)
-
As the spark that ignited the passion, I request a full transcript of any Racetrack/Frawley IM lovemaking to be posted directly to my intro page. Refrain from edits.
On a lighter note, I cleaned a couple of spider eggs off my siding this weekend. They kind of resemble a clitoris. God, what if one hatched during cunnilingus? What would be worse, crabs or baby spiders?
that's just fucked up. Made me laugh. Thanks for the laugh smokeyg
Crabs that got in your mustache
Hahaha
Is this what we have become? Really? I am appalled. Offended. Hurt. Distraught. Crazed. Enlightened. Branded. Randy. Oh yeah, and slightly Horny.
Thanks, assholes......
'bang head'
Sometimes I think I'm mentally twisted for all the things I think and do not say. Then I read people like Smokey (and many others!) who just say exactly whatever twisted shit that's on their mind. I envy you guys that can do that. And the visuals that come with it are even more twisted. I'm sitting here wondering how you can lick a spider's clit. And that's not even what you said.
For the curious... (http://lmgtfy.com/?q=do+spiders+have+clits%3F)
And now I have THAT on my browser history. Thaaaaaanks.
-
As the spark that ignited the passion, I request a full transcript of any Racetrack/Frawley IM lovemaking to be posted directly to my intro page. Refrain from edits.
On a lighter note, I cleaned a couple of spider eggs off my siding this weekend. They kind of resemble a clitoris. God, what if one hatched during cunnilingus? What would be worse, crabs or baby spiders?
that's just fucked up. Made me laugh. Thanks for the laugh smokeyg
Crabs that got in your mustache
Hahaha
Is this what we have become? Really? I am appalled. Offended. Hurt. Distraught. Crazed. Enlightened. Branded. Randy. Oh yeah, and slightly Horny.
Thanks, assholes......
'bang head'
Sometimes I think I'm mentally twisted for all the things I think and do not say. Then I read people like Smokey (and many others!) who just say exactly whatever twisted shit that's on their mind. I envy you guys that can do that. And the visuals that come with it are even more twisted. I'm sitting here wondering how you can lick a spider's clit. And that's not even what you said.
For the curious... (http://lmgtfy.com/?q=do+spiders+have+clits%3F)
And now I have THAT on my browser history. Thaaaaaanks.
Just imagine the pop-up ads you have to look forward to... (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/08/29/spider-venom-viagra-brazilian-wandering_n_1840381.html)
-
As the spark that ignited the passion, I request a full transcript of any Racetrack/Frawley IM lovemaking to be posted directly to my intro page. Refrain from edits.
On a lighter note, I cleaned a couple of spider eggs off my siding this weekend. They kind of resemble a clitoris. God, what if one hatched during cunnilingus? What would be worse, crabs or baby spiders?
that's just fucked up. Made me laugh. Thanks for the laugh smokeyg
Crabs that got in your mustache
Hahaha
Is this what we have become? Really? I am appalled. Offended. Hurt. Distraught. Crazed. Enlightened. Branded. Randy. Oh yeah, and slightly Horny.
Thanks, assholes......
'bang head'
Sometimes I think I'm mentally twisted for all the things I think and do not say. Then I read people like Smokey (and many others!) who just say exactly whatever twisted shit that's on their mind. I envy you guys that can do that. And the visuals that come with it are even more twisted. I'm sitting here wondering how you can lick a spider's clit. And that's not even what you said.
For the curious... (http://lmgtfy.com/?q=do+spiders+have+clits%3F)
And now I have THAT on my browser history. Thaaaaaanks.
Just imagine the pop-up ads you have to look forward to... (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/08/29/spider-venom-viagra-brazilian-wandering_n_1840381.html)
Oh I can hear it now...hold on honey, I gotta have this spider bite me then give me 10 minutes......
-
you no me reddy and smoky all otta be on page one a the intros for ever. man this smoky guy uses his key bored pertyer than a $20 hore.
-
I finally found a picture of Keanu Reeves naked! Click here! (http://www.smouch.net/lol/) (nsfw)
Wow, Smokey!!! Keanu's penis is so beautiful and veiny. Thank you for finding this!!! I'm sure that your friends in May 09 will love this gorgeous, homo erotic photo!!
Homos
May 09 is the foundation of the site . Suckers
-
Did you ever appologize to the guy who's balls you squeezed?
A very good question. Thanks for asking.
No, I most certainly did not apologize to the guy whose balls I sqeezed. He was furious and refused to shake hands with our team after the game. Everyone else shook my hand after the game with an air of suspicion. "What the hell is wrong with this guy?" I would have liked to have had the opportunity to apologize. Who knows, perhaps destiny will allow our paths to cross in the future.
Anyways, I hope that doesn't make me gay or anything. I didn't hold on any longer than absolutely necessary and my touch could not be classified as a caress. I kept my hand outside his shorts and broke off eye contact prior to that awkward moment we all know so well. If anything, it was a manly ball squeeze.
301
I am going to get myself in trouble reading this thread. Laughing at my desk is a clear sign that I am not performing any thing related to my job.
-
I've developed a bad habit of getting a dab of poop on my right thumb when wiping as of late. Used to be a once a month occurance, but now I'm shooting 50/50. On the bright side, I'm much more aware of my hand-washing now. Perhaps it's a blessing in disguise.
fuck! Thought it was just me!!
I really need to get to work but your thread is hilarious-
It is also helping my understand the hostility surrounding cavers and people that dont take roll call seriously
-
Better still, what are the 5 indicators that a quitter is beginning to plan their own cave... we all know that this planning stage does happen, and vets sure as hell can see it coming if they pay attention.
Ooohhh, this could be a lively discussion. I'll throw in my two cents, but we need a dollar.
I don't believe in a planned cave. I have strung together 100+ days in the past and I have caved on an absolute whim. So, I will tell you how I came to buy a 25 cent special Grizzly Long Cut Straight from a 7-11 clerk after he couldn't give me directions to a swimming pool located less than two blocks from his store....
1) I distanced myself from my support network. My nicotine cessation group had a one month "hoorah for us" Chinese dinner celebration. It was great. We all exchanged contact information and I intentionally gave the wrong phone number because I was ready to do this thing on my own. I was one of only two people who hadn't caved during the first 30 days in class.
2) I did not have a forum to vent my frustrations. I often found myself blaming my wife (then girlfriend) for things that stemmed from my own behavior. I had no fuse with my students. My rage was pent up and growing.
3) I grew extremely complacent with my quit. I had a little 30 day calendar and 30 stickers that I could place for every day I remained quit. I hung that on my fridge with the same pride JpCrew pinned up his 2.3 miracle semester Junior year in HS. After that, I stopped keeping track with stickers. After two months, I lost track in my head and soon after I just stopped thinking about my quit altogether. Why think about it if you are quit, right? I owned that shit.
4) When my wife asked me how my quit was going, I would start to feel a bit irritated. What does it have to do with her? I came to resent her probing into my personal struggle and eventually convinced myself that she was why I had quit. I forgot the personal moment when I declared, "I choose to control my future" as I tossed my last tin the garbage in front of my quit group. My addiction took over and changed that to "My wife chooses to control my future".
5) The big shabang. Intense moment of stress piled on top of a craving right in front of a 25 cent special rack and I had no support, tons of pent up frustrations, no pride in my own quit, and a girlfriend constantly telling me what to do. One won't hurt?
CAVING IS NOT AN OPTION! You can never have just one.
Told this story before but I think it's worth repeating...I quit once for 27 days. This was maybe 13 years ago. My close friends were blown away that I had quit and admitted to me that they had been wrong. I am the chupracabra. The Kid. I rule.
Monday. Had to teach a class in San Diego. I'm not a big fan of public speaking - kinda stresses me out. As I drove down from Ventura I ran out of the fake mint snuff. No big deal, when I got to San Diego I just went to a 7-11 to get some more. They were out. So was the next one. I didn't know the area. Random convenience stores didn't carry it. The clock was ticking. One more 7-11. No mint snuff? I'll take the Copenhagen.
It wasn't that I planned to cave. It's that I failed to plan, then caved.
For those that do plan to cave, it's my belief that the #1 reason is that they forgot why they quit. My reasons are written down in back and white right by the coffee maker.
i started when i was 14 and 'tried' a quit once about 3 years ago and faked a quit two years ago to please the wife. in the failed quit, i tried using nrp and it was useless, simply used the gum more than i did tobacco because my wife let me use the gum in front of her, i think at that time i used more nic in a day than ever before in my addiction. after about 3 weeks i quit spending the money on the gum and went back to the dip, i actually justified it by saying at least i'm not sending anymore money to big pharm. the second was my stealth quit, i figured if i ninjaed(yep, new word in my personal unabridged dictionary volume 3) better the wife would think i was quit and would leave me alone. i guess the details of how that went are just filled with screaming, accusations, and the idea that somehow my wife just didn't get me. then came the summer of 2009. my boys and i drove to florida and the wife flew down to meet us(not on her broom). wpw, i was in dipping heaven....BUTthat's a big but, i found myself dipping more and more. i was cold busted cans everywhere, spitters everywhere, when the wife got there, she was one pissed spouse but didn't say anything. well, vacation ended, she flew home, i drove the boys. sitting in the car sucking on a fatty my 10 year old say to me "dad, you are really being a bad influence on me." hell i've heard that about a million times but some how it stuck. we got home i bought what became my last roll. on july 17, i cracked the third can of the day, had started the day with an open can, do the math; fourth can of the day, at around 11:00 pm, looked in the bathroom mirror and said to myself, "Self, this is bullshit." dumped the can, flushed it, and went to bed. the next day i found this site, actually had to email chewie to sign up, computer problem, and haven't looked back. i will no longer be a liar to my wife and kids. i will be the role model my kids deserve. i will be my quit and will never look back.
Somebody once told me that it's not enough to not go looking for trouble, you have to actively avoid it. I planned alot of caves. Before I found KTC I had a fairly serious quit a few years ago. I used NRT's (improperly) and didn't chew or Smoke for 6 months. All well and good but I caved out at the duck club during hunting season. I then rationalized my cave with I can control my use. I just would smoke one cig a night after work. That worked for about a week. Then it was two then 20, then I was smoking like a crack head so I decided I better start dipping again because all those cigs couldn't be good. So I quit again to gain control, I would only chew on a rigid schedule and cut down slowly. Good plan? nope. I started by not dipping for an hour after I woke up, then two then three etc etc. After awhile I would go all day and then start dipping at 6 or so. I would then proceed to chew a can in 6 or 7 hours, staying up late to keep dipping. Hmmmn this planned out cessation program wasn't working so I changed it again. The new plan was to go a day then two then three etc and after each successful abstinence program I would reward myself with a big fat wedge. That worked for a little while too, I got up to a week before I would gobble down a can or two and then start over. Can you imagine? I made myself go thru the three day withdrawl over and over again. Needless to say I was a dick during this period. I pissed off everybody, or they pissed off me. I rationalized this as I must have chewed to help me not want to kill people. Thing was it was the dip that made me so hostile, or the withdrawls rather. I am still amazed I didn't get a divorce due to my chronic assholism.
Every quit had some rule where I could chew or smoke if I quit for such and such a time period. The cave was my reward for quitting. Duh no wonder I could never get it under control. That pattern was so ingrained in my pea brain that I actually considered having a dip to celebrate my HOF. I earned it right? FUCK ME RUNNING I am a naughty little addict. I still plan my caves, but the difference is I recognize what Im doing.
5 Steps to a planned cave, I dunno, prob different for everybody.
On this site I should say it starts with an excuse to not post, My internet, grandma, car, house, bike, girdle, vagina, airconditioning broke so I won't be around for a few days. Second is a lack of vigilence due to leaving the site. Very easy to forget your addiction when your not forced to confront it everyday thru KTC. 3rd you become over confident in your self control. You don't post and you hardly ever think about dip so you must be a beacon of self control right? WRONG.
At this point your primed for a cave, planned or not. I guess step five is to stuff that cancer causing dirt flavored puke inducing worm shit into your yap.
SM
Damn! I thought MY logic was toxic back when I was a dipper. Skoalmonster puts me to shame. I mean Da---yuuuum.
I think most caves spring from one of two different falacies:
THE RECOVERY FALACY: The notion that once we've stopped nic usage for some period of time, that we're somehow "cured" of our addiction. Hell, President Obama hisownself said just a couple months ago, regarding his cigarette addiction, "I'm about 95% cured at this point." Right. If you think you can handle occasional nic use, you're done. Put a fork in ya.
The successful lifetime quitter is the one who KNOWS, deep down in his bones, that he's an incurable nicotice addict. He looks in the mirror every morning and sees a junkie. A healthy junkie, but a junkie just the same.
THE STRESS FALACY: The notion that we'll be able to cope with some bad turn of events more easily if we are using tobacco.
Of course, the only thing that nicotine does for us mentally is reduce the nicotine withdrawals that come from not using nicotine. You want to see a situation go from bad to worse? Throw all the guilt and shame of a ruined quit right on top of your real-life problems and see how that feels. Better? Well...ummm...no. Worse.
Bottom line...what's the best 'leading indicator' for a cave? It's when you start believing the lies the nic bitch tells you. You know how to tell when she's lying? When her lips are moving.
This shit is brilliant... well done fellas.
I caved in 2003 after about 14 months of quit. It wasn't planned from what I recall. But I certainly wasn't prepared. I had absolutely no understanding of what it meant to be an addict.
I am a deer hunter. October 1, 2003 rolled around. It just wasn't going to feel right in the woods without tobacco in my mouth. On the way to the camp, I foolishly told myself "You can dip just one can, just for opening weekend..." The plan was to go back home after a weekend of hunting and continue being quit.
It was May 2, 2009 before I mustered up the balls to quit again. "One can" turned into nearly 6 more years of being a slave to the can.
The lesson I learned: I am an addict, and that fact will never change. There is absolutely no such thing as "just one". Not "one dip", not "one can", not "one cigarette". I can NEVER use tobacco again, not once. And I won't. Failure is not an option. May 2 was the last time I will ever have started the process of nicotine withdrawal.
You quit on May 2nd? kewl now I know what I'll get every year for my birthday LAQuitter one more year quit. ;) Never knew you cared so much :wub:
All for you bubblehed! Happy damn birthday Aggie! :D
Bumping this up to the front so the lazy quitters that I am going to direct to this thread will read this shit and hopefully learn.
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
I had to walk out of my office three times reading this post. I guess my co-workers now know that I sit at my computer and fuck off most of the day now. This is GOLD!
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
I had to walk out of my office three times reading this post. I guess my co-workers now know that I sit at my computer and fuck off most of the day now. This is GOLD!
OH my fucking gawd was that ever funny I had to shut the door I was laughing so damn loud...I needed that thanks for bumping this
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
I had to walk out of my office three times reading this post. I guess my co-workers now know that I sit at my computer and fuck off most of the day now. This is GOLD!
OH my fucking gawd was that ever funny I had to shut the door I was laughing so damn loud...I needed that thanks for bumping this
tears streaming down my face. hilarious.
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
I had to walk out of my office three times reading this post. I guess my co-workers now know that I sit at my computer and fuck off most of the day now. This is GOLD!
OH my fucking gawd was that ever funny I had to shut the door I was laughing so damn loud...I needed that thanks for bumping this
tears streaming down my face. hilarious.
Same here!! Freakin Crying! 'crackup'
51 shades of Grey. LOL!
-
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
Time for a hot shower.
I had to walk out of my office three times reading this post. I guess my co-workers now know that I sit at my computer and fuck off most of the day now. This is GOLD!
OH my fucking gawd was that ever funny I had to shut the door I was laughing so damn loud...I needed that thanks for bumping this
tears streaming down my face. hilarious.
Same here!! Freakin Crying! 'crackup'
51 shades of Grey. LOL!
'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
Too much! My 7 year old wants to know what I am laughing at... She won't take grown-up stuff for an answer, and I can't stop laughing!
-
How did I just find this website? BLR.... (http://badlipreading.tumblr.com/)
-
I've done it. Many times. Maybe it even helped me at one point in my quit. I don't know. Life is strange like that. But, what I do know is...personifying one's addiction is fucking lame.
The nic-bitch is you.
The whisper in your ear is you.
'boob' the temptress is you.
There is no one to blame but you.
There is no solution but you.
Look at me - waxing poetic and shit. Fuck you nic-bitch. No, wait. Fuck me. And tnuC.
-
I've done it. Many times. Maybe it even helped me at one point in my quit. I don't know. Life is strange like that. But, what I do know is...personifying one's addiction is fucking lame.
The nic-bitch is you.
The whisper in your ear is you.
'boob' the temptress is you.
There is no one to blame but you.
There is no solution but you.
Look at me - waxing poetic and shit. Fuck you nic-bitch. No, wait. Fuck me. And tnuC.
I like this, and you're right. It's easy to blame outside entities - imaginary characters, nicotine, high school buddies, tobacco companies, etc. - while the real fault lies with us. We CHOSE to buy it. We CHOSE to open ourselves up to this addiction. And now we are only fighting ourselves.
I like to think of it as the smart part of my brain fighting the addicted part. It's all in my own head. Sure would be nice to have someone/something else to blame though...
-
I've done it. Many times. Maybe it even helped me at one point in my quit. I don't know. Life is strange like that. But, what I do know is...personifying one's addiction is fucking lame.
The nic-bitch is you.
The whisper in your ear is you.
'boob' the temptress is you.
There is no one to blame but you.
There is no solution but you.
Look at me - waxing poetic and shit. Fuck you nic-bitch. No, wait. Fuck me. And tnuC.
smoky i love you man but i tell you when tabacko compnys manipulate the amount of the drug they give us to keep us hooked, well then man i am totaly cool with namin them the enamy and havin a littel ball a hate for them each and evry day. the fact that i put that shit in my pie hole long anuff to feel like i needed it just to get by dont absolve them a there fuckin tryin to kill me.
-
I've done it. Many times. Maybe it even helped me at one point in my quit. I don't know. Life is strange like that. But, what I do know is...personifying one's addiction is fucking lame.
The nic-bitch is you.
The whisper in your ear is you.
'boob'Â the temptress is you.
There is no one to blame but you.
There is no solution but you.
Look at me - waxing poetic and shit. Fuck you nic-bitch. No, wait. Fuck me. And tnuC.
smoky i love you man but i tell you when tabacko compnys manipulate the amount of the drug they give us to keep us hooked, well then man i am totaly cool with namin them the enamy and havin a littel ball a hate for them each and evry day. the fact that i put that shit in my pie hole long anuff to feel like i needed it just to get by dont absolve them a there fuckin tryin to kill me.
Don't know what your brand of choice was, but I doubt anyone here can honestly deny that they knew Kodiak includes fiberglass to cut the shit out of your lip for a more efficient nicotine delivery experience. My eyes were wide open.
Earlier in my quit it was easier to blame big tobacco and my father for my nicotine dependency. Now that I've gained a bit of perspective, I realize that my dependency on nicotine was only a symptom of my inability to take control over my life choices. It's so much easier to live as a hapless victim.
-
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 'poledancer' Present delivered!
-
How did I just find this website? BLR.... (http://badlipreading.tumblr.com/)
Why did you post it here?? Now I have another place to waste time that should be spent working...
-
How did I just find this website? BLR.... (http://badlipreading.tumblr.com/)
Why did you post it here?? Now I have another place to waste time that should be spent working...
Now my stomach hurts...from laughing so damn hard.
Thanks Smokeyg!
Hilarious site.
-
65FL hits day 2,000.
Come to August 2008 and post your support for a touch of inspiration!
-
65FL hits day 2,000.
Come to August 2008 and post your support for a touch of inspiration!
I'm in!
-
Damn it feels good to be a quitter.
Much thanks KTC community for 2,000 of unconditional support!
-
Damn it feels good to be a quitter.
Much thanks KTC community for 2,000 of unconditional support!
Slow clap
-
Damn it feels good to be a quitter.
Much thanks KTC community for 2,000 of unconditional support!
Slow clap
Excellent smokey... I can't even count that high,, I'm half redneck.!.!.
-
Damn it feels good to be a quitter.
Much thanks KTC community for 2,000 of unconditional support!
Slow clap
Excellent smokey... I can't even count that high,, I'm half redneck.!.!.
Wow, that is AWESOME!!! I feel so inadequate. Like standing at the urinal and catching a glimpse of the guy next to you, and he's hung like a garage door. Congrats!
-
Damn it feels good to be a quitter.
Much thanks KTC community for 2,000 of unconditional support!
Slow clap
Excellent smokey... I can't even count that high,, I'm half redneck.!.!.
Wow, that is AWESOME!!! I feel so inadequate. Like standing at the urinal and catching a glimpse of the guy next to you, and he's hung like a garage door. Congrats!
Inspiring! Well done sir.
-
Damn it feels good to be a quitter.
Much thanks KTC community for 2,000 of unconditional support!
Slow clap
Excellent smokey... I can't even count that high,, I'm half redneck.!.!.
Wow, that is AWESOME!!! I feel so inadequate. Like standing at the urinal and catching a glimpse of the guy next to you, and he's hung like a garage door. Congrats!
Inspiring! Well done sir.
Thought I'd pop in and tip my hat. Nice quit you got there smokes.
-
Damn it feels good to be a quitter.
Much thanks KTC community for 2,000 of unconditional support!
Slow clap
Excellent smokey... I can't even count that high,, I'm half redneck.!.!.
Wow, that is AWESOME!!! I feel so inadequate. Like standing at the urinal and catching a glimpse of the guy next to you, and he's hung like a garage door. Congrats!
Inspiring! Well done sir.
Thought I'd pop in and tip my hat. Nice quit you got there smokes.
Well Done Smokes!!! , ,
-
Damn it feels good to be a quitter.
Much thanks KTC community for 2,000 of unconditional support!
Slow clap
Excellent smokey... I can't even count that high,, I'm half redneck.!.!.
Wow, that is AWESOME!!! I feel so inadequate. Like standing at the urinal and catching a glimpse of the guy next to you, and he's hung like a garage door. Congrats!
Inspiring! Well done sir.
Thought I'd pop in and tip my hat. Nice quit you got there smokes.
Well Done Smokes!!! , ,
Congrats smokey.
-
Damn it feels good to be a quitter.
Much thanks KTC community for 2,000 of unconditional support!
Slow clap
Excellent smokey... I can't even count that high,, I'm half redneck.!.!.
Wow, that is AWESOME!!! I feel so inadequate. Like standing at the urinal and catching a glimpse of the guy next to you, and he's hung like a garage door. Congrats!
Inspiring! Well done sir.
Thought I'd pop in and tip my hat. Nice quit you got there smokes.
Well Done Smokes!!! , ,
Congrats smokey.
Congrats smokey. Be sure to order your double-comma cock ring.
-
Damn it feels good to be a quitter.
Much thanks KTC community for 2,000 of unconditional support!
Slow clap
Excellent smokey... I can't even count that high,, I'm half redneck.!.!.
Wow, that is AWESOME!!! I feel so inadequate. Like standing at the urinal and catching a glimpse of the guy next to you, and he's hung like a garage door. Congrats!
Inspiring! Well done sir.
Thought I'd pop in and tip my hat. Nice quit you got there smokes.
Well Done Smokes!!! , ,
Congrats smokey.
Congrats smokey. Be sure to order your double-comma cock ring.
Few days late, but yes, congrats. 2K is mighty fine. And stay away from Vadge, he's just trying to sell you a 1000 day chip that he changed with a Sharpie and drilled a hole in the middle of.
-
I know cock rings are to make you harder. Can it also prevent pre-cum? I have a leaky faucet at times.
-
I know cock rings are to make you harder. Can it also prevent pre-cum? I have a leaky faucet at times.
There's nothing wrong with pre-cum. However, I have to wear under armor tights to avoid the stain showing through on my pant legs. Maybe pre-cum isn't all that great after all. Shit. Who knows.
-
If there's one thing Smokeyg knows, it's silly. Please see below:
I think it would be silly to reply with videos of your favorite all time comedians. I'm partial to Tim Heidecker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGax9y58bgI) and Mitch Hedburg. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IueXtzdC6kA)
-
If there's one thing Smokeyg knows, it's silly. Please see below:
I think it would be silly to reply with videos of your favorite all time comedians. I'm partial to Tim Heidecker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGax9y58bgI) and Mitch Hedburg. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IueXtzdC6kA)
George Carlin (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vuEQixrBKCc) Can't go wrong.
-
Congrats on SIX years. Bravo sir, Bra Fucking O!
-
Congrats on SIX years. Bravo sir, Bra Fucking O!
kneels
Sir you are royalty. A huge 6 years under your belt. well done.
-
Congrats on SIX years. Bravo sir, Bra Fucking O!
kneels
Sir you are royalty. A huge 6 years under your belt. well done.
Six years quit. Heck yeah. Well done Smokeyg!!
-
Congrats on SIX years. Bravo sir, Bra Fucking O!
kneels
Sir you are royalty. A huge 6 years under your belt. well done.
Six years quit. Heck yeah. Well done Smokeyg!!
Awesome work sugar.
PS. Roll Call still works the same.
-
Congrats on SIX years. Bravo sir, Bra Fucking O!
kneels
Sir you are royalty. A huge 6 years under your belt. well done.
Six years quit. Heck yeah. Well done Smokeyg!!
Awesome work sugar.
PS. Roll Call still works the same.
Congrats, Smokeyq.
-
6 years is amazing, congratz!
-
6 years is amazing, congratz!
Six years is no joke! I remember you posting during my early quit days. Thanks! And congrats on the freedom!
-
6 years is truly impressive!
-
Congrats on SIX years. Bravo sir, Bra Fucking O!
kneels
Sir you are royalty. A huge 6 years under your belt. well done.
Six years quit. Heck yeah. Well done Smokeyg!!
Awesome work sugar.
PS. Roll Call still works the same.
Congrats, Smokeyq.
Dude, you are awesome.
-
6 years quit! Thanks all!
-
Congrats on SIX years. Bravo sir, Bra Fucking O!
kneels
Sir you are royalty. A huge 6 years under your belt. well done.
Six years quit. Heck yeah. Well done Smokeyg!!
Awesome work sugar.
PS. Roll Call still works the same.
Congrats, Smokeyq.
Dude, you are awesome.
Holy shit Smokey bad ass!
-
Congrats on SIX years. Bravo sir, Bra Fucking O!
kneels
Sir you are royalty. A huge 6 years under your belt. well done.
Six years quit. Heck yeah. Well done Smokeyg!!
Awesome work sugar.
PS. Roll Call still works the same.
Congrats, Smokeyq.
Dude, you are awesome.
Holy shit Smokey bad ass!
6 years +1.
I like that I still think about tobacco from time to time.
-
I have nothing to say now, but I used to be interesting
*****
Greg40 has earned his comma.
And my body is responding.
My penis throbs. The memories of those lost in wars past, school shootings, political terrorism: they all live on in my unrelenting erection. Every middle school flag flown at half-mast is done justice as the juices rush through my yearning member. Twitching in the evening wind. Reaching ever upward. Thick with veins running blue as the Montana skies. It calls out to people like a restored church steeple on Sunday morning. They come from miles around. Each pulse ringing the truth of God's work. And the Word is good. The Word is Greg. A meaningful droplet of seminal fluid moistens the head.
My scrotum hangs. The skin, freshly sheen like a sheep in summer's heat, droops smooth and mature. Childlike with the hard earned wisdom brought only by age. As I walk up his driveway, my sack keeps the rhythm. Each step celebrated by the sound of scotch tape carefully removed from a birthday present - a thoughtful child hoping to reuse the wrapping as wallpaper on her new doll house. The shiny ballbag sticks to my leg. But only for the slightest moment. It swings like a rusty pendeulum on a grandfather clock much needing service. My tween carriage glistens with sweat while my leg remains dry - insulated by a thick nest of transitional body hair. A boy in a man's world.
My balls are stretched taught. Enjoying the cool nighttime air. Full of my seed. Destined to be sown on a barren landscape. Beautiful destitude. I've been saving for this. The world is asleep. Greg's living room window pane is a harsh environment. My massive ejaculate globs in lifeless streaks, save the solitary rope stretching its way to the flowerbed below - ready to return home bringing life to the soil. God's circle. Greg's doormat, rough and used, proves equally unforgiving. My semen pools thick like bacon drippings. Ready to soften with the rising sun. Greg's couch, the scent of his manhood alive in the cushions, proves a willing partner. Dancing fast. The third number ends before the dance is over. Thick ropes, their existence summoned from depths unknown, sink, lost between the cushions. A happy surprise - more than spare change down the road. A clock slowly ticks in a nearby room. This is the moment. He now slumbers below me. The satin sheets steadily rising and falling with each breath. Instinctively, my breath syncs with his. I climb in. Spent but ready. Spoons. His eyes are closed but his heart is open.
*****
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.
I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.
As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.
*****
Golly willickers.
******
I had a very vivid dip dream last night. It was a combination "Dragon's Lair" / Bike Helmet Safety"The More You Know" PSA / Dip Dream.
I can account for both the Dragon's Lair and the Bike Helmet aspects, but I'm not sure where the massive chew in my dream accompanied by the feeling that I had been secretly chewing for the last couple of months came from. Actually, I was hit with a pretty severe urge a couple days ago while driving. Two times in the same day while returning Christmas presents. I actually think my mouth was watering a little bit. I thought about all the steps I would have to go through to actually get from driving in my car with nearly 600 days quit to having a chew in my mouth.
1) Exit the freeway and find a convenience store.
2) Park at the convenience store.
3) Go inside the convenience store.
4) Get in line at the convenience store.
5) Ask the cashier for a can of whatever is on sale.
6) Give the cashier my money.
7) Take the can in exchange for said money.
8) Cut the seal around the edge of the can (without my special long thumb nail).
9) Pack the can.
10) Twist off the lid.
11) Transfer lid back under the can to free up a hand.
12) Take a pinch of whatever was on sale.
13) Pull my lower left lip open a bit to insert poison.
There are probably more steps involved that I did not write down, but each of those 13 steps provides an opportunity for me to catch myself. I rarely carry a cell phone with me, so at any of those 13 steps I could say to myself, "I will not chew tobacco today" "I am in control of my actions" "I deserve the freedom that I have earned". You know, shit like that....
I think I'll print out the Contract To Quit and stick it in my wallet just in case talking to myself would be a little strange at that particular moment.
For now:
I will remain quit. Quitting is possible and I can do it. I love myself more than I love dipping. I care about my personal health more than I care about dipping. I love family more than I love dipping. I know this addiction could still kill me, and I ACCEPT that fact. I enjoy spending time with my friends and family more than I ever enjoyed spending time alone with my can. I look forward to my life - the daily struggle is worth it. When I am lying next to my wife in a hospital bed holding our newborn child, I will feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that this is the path I CHOSE. I will have no regrets and will work to make positive choices in the future. I will feel joy for my familyÂ’s support and unconditional love, and I know I will remain free for myself and the people I truly love.
I know ALL the consequences of my actions and I accept them fully and without regret. I hereby choose to control my life and this addiction - I do so with a smile on my face.
*****
I had my observation with my principal today and the 20 year old man-boy in my class said, "Ms. Principal, Mr. Green touches me inappropriately sometimes." And another girl said, "You too!?"
*****
-
8 years of quit. I forgot to post back on day 2,900 and it led to a dip dream. Hoorah for the quit.