I love being married, but if something were to happen (divorce, death, whatever - that's not a threat, BTW) I wouldn't do it again. At this age I'd go it solo the rest of the way out.
Word.I assume you're asking because you're in your mid-30s. If so, listen to me very carefully, and I do mean VERY carefully. Here are three simple rules, my young padawan, for you to follow:
- Do NOT, under ANY circumstances, get married. Period. I realize some of our esteemed colleagues may/will disagree, but DO NOT LISTEN TO THEM FOR THEY ARE TRULY UNDER THE SPELL OF A PARTICULARLY CUNNING SUCCUBUS AND THUS CANNOT HELP BUT SAY OTHERWISE. Fortunately, for you, I have been set free from the marriage Matrix and can give you an honest assessment. Conjure from the innermost depths of the your soul the worst hell on earth that you can possibly imagine...and multiply that by infinity raised to the infinite power, and THAT, my friend, is what marriage to a female homo sapiens sapiens is like.
- If you are already married GET DIVORCED AS FAST AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. I'm completely serious. Call a competent attorney RIGHT F*+KING NOW.
- See Rule #1.
I assume you're asking because you're in your mid-30s. If so, listen to me very carefully, and I do mean VERY carefully. Here are three simple rules, my young padawan, for you to follow:
- Do NOT, under ANY circumstances, get married. Period. I realize some of our esteemed colleagues may/will disagree, but DO NOT LISTEN TO THEM FOR THEY ARE TRULY UNDER THE SPELL OF A PARTICULARLY CUNNING SUCCUBUS AND THUS CANNOT HELP BUT SAY OTHERWISE. Fortunately, for you, I have been set free from the marriage Matrix and can give you an honest assessment. Conjure from the innermost depths of the your soul the worst hell on earth that you can possibly imagine...and multiply that by infinity raised to the infinite power, and THAT, my friend, is what marriage to a female homo sapiens sapiens is like.
- If you are already married GET DIVORCED AS FAST AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. I'm completely serious. Call a competent attorney RIGHT F*+KING NOW.
- See Rule #1.
Running a wildcat and triple
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You (of all people) don't get it?!?This went over my head??? WTF is a wildcat & triple??? Is that what they call the Big Boy sandwich platter at the Shoney's in Lextown???
And WhoTF is that in the gif??? And why is he crying???
This went over my head??? WTF is a wildcat & triple??? Is that what they call the Big Boy sandwich platter at the Shoney's in Lextown???
And WhoTF is that in the gif??? And why is he crying???
Don't **** with Superman.
Here's the question you ask yourself before seriously considering marrying a girl.
Would she hide or destroy evidence that could implicate you in a murder without batting an eye even when the details of said murder are morally ambiguous....or would she snitch?
She'd complain... "Why did you do that? You were supposed to be picking up the cumin for the chili. You should take anger management class with my brother."
If she would toss that gun or machete in a river for you, she's down to ride.
"I just broke my thumb nail chopping goddamn Uhnions. I'm not throwing anything except my Pinot cork in the trash."
I got lucky and found one. Don't have faith I could ever find one again and wouldn't try.
Everything above was hypotheticals. Maybe.
Don't **** with Superman.
That a good one.I'm 46, but I would say spend as much time with your grandparents, parents and siblings as you can._If_you can enrich those relationships in any way then do it and don't take it for granted.
Not sure what the wildcat and triple thing was. Don't remember writing that.
The other gif should be well known. Explaining it makes it unfunny.
hoping someone will text me asking to come hang out so I don't have to go to the bar alone and play trivia on the tv again.
Don't really understand people that tell others to never get married. I get they've had bad marriage experiences most likely but some people are just cut out to be damn good spouses and life partners. I got lucky in finding a chick that's sorta like a female me in her demeanor. We've never had a serious argument (granted we've only been married a year and 4 months but dated over a year prior to that). Our biggest argument was over what to name the daughter and I mean that was more just stress than actually verbally arguing.
I think if you can get it right and have that person by your side no matter what all the time, then go for it.
I do often think back to my late 20s living alone in Bowling Green right behind the mall, 5 minute drive to all bars, owning one dog, crushing ass all from 2011-2013. Do miss those days sometimes. But give me the stability of a good marriage, a wife that gives me plenty of personal space for working out, playing PlayStation, etc over being alone all the goddam time in a one bedroom apartment hoping someone will text me asking to come hang out so I don't have to go to the bar alone and play trivia on the tv again.
Miss Penny Plissken is awesome. Full of goofiness. She's teething. So she's a gnawing machine right now.Speaking of dogs, how's the new pup, Kook?
So you see the Matrix, but you aren't FREED from the Matrix.Quite a while ago, I was indulging in some particularly vigorous internet porn, when I noticed one of the female thespians had a small tattoo of a white rabbit on her inner thigh. Intrigued, yet temporarily sated, I drifted to sleep following the climactic scene. The following day, I awoke (or was I dreaming?) to find myself confronted by an angry Sam "U.L.L." Jackson, exhorting me to "TAKE THE RED PILL MOTHERFU#KER, GO ON, I DARE YOU, I DOUBLE-DARE YOU YOU MOTHERFU#KER TO TAKE THE RED PILL!!!"
In my confusion, I briefly hesitated -- and Sam "U.L.L." shot me in my GD thigh with Mr. 9 Millimeter. Suddenly, and sufficiently, alert, I quickly ingested the red pill, and my eyes have been opened to the horror that is marriage ever since.
Already good at compromising. My biggest thing I don't wanna completely give up, and she understands, is working out. Being able to blow off that steam and stay in shape. Doesn't have to always be ball. Just lifting and ruining. And keeping on playing in those basketball leagues twice a year on Sundays. I can do that and I'm willing to give up whatever else. Oh and UK basketball.
I had her state in our vows the day of our marriage that she would love me through the good times and bad, even when UK loses. She said it. That's a contract with God. Can't break that.
Honestly we're both pretty good compromisers. I'm not that worried. Neither like arguing at all and would rather squash whatever problem before it blows up.
Quite a while ago, I was indulging in some particularly vigorous internet porn, when I noticed one of the female thespians had a small tattoo of a white rabbit on her inner thigh. Intrigued, yet temporarily sated, I drifted to sleep following the climactic scene. The following day, I awoke (or was I dreaming?) to find myself confronted by an angry Sam "U.L.L." Jackson, exhorting me to "TAKE THE RED PILL MOTHERFU#KER, GO ON, I DARE YOU, I DOUBLE-DARE YOU YOU MOTHERFU#KER TO TAKE THE RED PILL!!!"
In my confusion, I briefly hesitated -- and Sam "U.L.L." shot me in my GD thigh with Mr. 9 Millimeter. Suddenly, and sufficiently, alert, I quickly ingested the red pill, and my eyes have been opened to the horror that is marriage ever since.
Kooky & Speers…glad your mutts are fairing well.
Ummm....THEY IS PURE BREAD!!!
Racquetballing >>>> Squashing
It's still real to him, DAMMIT!!!!This went over my head??? WTF is a wildcat & triple??? Is that what they call the Big Boy sandwich platter at the Shoney's in Lextown???
And WhoTF is that in the gif??? And why is he crying???
A lot of good stuff in the thread this afternoon. I've had the realization that I have been internetting wrong for all these years (except for the free porn sites). Being on the internet, you can be ANYTHING or ANYONE you want to be. It is a chance to act and become someone different from yourself, yet sadly, I have squandered my e-life existence by being myself.
I could have re-invented myself here and been larger than life. But no. What you get from me here is what you would get if we met up for a beer or a pop.
Vanilla.
Most days I sit behind this desk and you guys, whether you exist or not, are part of what makes the time pass. Maybe its just an elaborate system created by rivals. A system that learns and builds and responds to your posts and creates your own little environment. An e-habitat.
Word.
I'd be doing DAMAGE to vaginas if I were single and in my 30's. Got married at 23. I blame my dead parents for not taking me aside and kicking me in the balls.
Nah, I love poop talk. You got me twisted.Yes. An e-habitat. E-ecosystem.
The ecosystem in my real life hood works like this...
Goose shits ----> Dolly rolls in it
Cat shits ----> Dolly eats it
In my e-habitat here on catpaw dot com, it works like this...
Ugly girl shits ----> Willy rolls in it
Anybody shits ----> LEK whines about it
Either way, I love it what for it is. Habitat gonna habitat. Habitual habitation.
Early post of the year 2016 candidate.Fight that feeling brother, don't be like that pussy Kevin Cronin...
Fu#k you Cronin, may you eternally suck Satan's dick in hell for ruining a once-great band and driving guitar god Gary Richrath to an early grave from drinking to excess you power ballad-loving, ball-less cocksucker.
Lest I remind ---- I'm ****ing married to the same vagina for 22 years. But congrats on your damage.30's, padawan? I'm doing DAMAGE to vaginas in my 50's.
STDs ?30's, padawan? I'm doing DAMAGE to vaginas in my 50's.
agreeMiami's got the right offensive idea to win. Just has to keep Duke from getting into the lane.
Penny just went outside with my son... No poop.Nah, I love poop talk. You got me twisted.