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I let an ant crawl up my peehole tonight. I've tinkled twice and no ant. 4 years of quit is worth it.
Quote from: Leahy16 Quote from: Smokeyg 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 GregFuck you RoyJesterFuck you CopefiendRicko, you're coolFuck you WildcatFuck you ScooterscumFuck your ex girlfriend's mother TfurrhChewless Jim, you're coolFuck you Scuba SteveFuck you Dean you CuntNiwot, you're cool, but fuck you anywaysAnd 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.
Quote from: Smokeyg 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 GregFuck you RoyJesterFuck you CopefiendRicko, you're coolFuck you WildcatFuck you ScooterscumFuck your ex girlfriend's mother TfurrhChewless Jim, you're coolFuck you Scuba SteveFuck you Dean you CuntNiwot, you're cool, but fuck you anywaysAnd 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. 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 GregFuck you RoyJesterFuck you CopefiendRicko, you're coolFuck you WildcatFuck you ScooterscumFuck your ex girlfriend's mother TfurrhChewless Jim, you're coolFuck you Scuba SteveFuck you Dean you CuntNiwot, you're cool, but fuck you anywaysAnd a huge FUCK YOU to Cordova Dave just because
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 GregFuck you RoyJesterFuck you CopefiendRicko, you're coolFuck you WildcatFuck you ScooterscumFuck your ex girlfriend's mother TfurrhChewless Jim, you're coolFuck you Scuba SteveFuck you Dean you CuntNiwot, you're cool, but fuck you anywaysAnd a huge FUCK YOU to Cordova Dave just because
Quote from: pavetheway Quote from: ERDVM Quote from: Mr Quote from: Leahy16 Quote from: Smokeyg 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..
Quote from: ERDVM Quote from: Mr Quote from: Leahy16 Quote from: Smokeyg 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'
Quote from: Mr Quote from: Leahy16 Quote from: Smokeyg 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'
Quote from: Leahy16 Quote from: Smokeyg 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
Quote from: Smokeyg 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.
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