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Men are from a different planet

Love Child

One Love
No wait,
Women are from a different planet,
No,
Wait,
I'm on to something here
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus!
YES! THATS RIGHT! I'VE GOT IT!
Oh wait,
its been done before
fucking planets
 
There are times when I don't even think about gender differences or whatever, I just don't sit around considering differences and unique qualities we as human beings have.
 
I guess I probably think about more how we are alike.



But then




sometimes


It become apparent that we really are freaking different.


and there is nothing wrong with that

its just that, you know, we are both trying to paint the town red, and doing just fine when suddenly he wants to use a broad stroke and I don't or he wants a tiny brush and I want a big fat one or he decides to go with fucking blue!

(There are no sexual connotations here at all)
 
Its not that painting the town fucking blue is bad, I don't care. Paint it purple for all I care.
Perhaps you would think me rigid and unchanging and not spontaneous? Not true.
I think however I have become less spontaneous the older I become. It used to be about excitement, change, new things, something different.
Now I crave sameness, oneness, consistency.
It is so different now
than it ever has been before.
 
My family moved a lot as a kid. I would get bored living in the same town for more than a year. I knew how to make new friends-not how to keep same ones for years and years.

But suddenly, now, I have become a person who likes to stay home, in my town, have some things that are the same and consistent.
 
What the fuck am I talking about?
Good night everybody!
And have a good fucking!
FUck
FUCK
FUCK
FUCk
FUCK
Live Long and Prosper!
And
Fuck Proper!

Good Night

Owl

Don't throw in the towel
 
What the fuck am I talking about?
Good night everybody!
And have a good fucking!
FUck
FUCK
FUCK
FUCk
FUCK
Live Long and Prosper!
And
Fuck Proper!

Good Night

Owl

Don't throw in the towel

*throws in a blanket*

Baby its cold outside.
 
Women, shut up, look cute, stay in the kitchen unless you're fucking us, and you have no problems.

It's not that hard.
 
No one invited you
Ammonia laced with codeine
Who'd want that, who?
Who? who? who?
Love Child!
How about the moon Titan?
How's that for wild?
A bunch of six packs
Circling Saturn
Look out mars attacks
 
Women, shut up, look cute, stay in the kitchen unless you're fucking us, and you have no problems.

It's not that hard.

Men, shut up unless you can say it in Italian and whisper it in my ear, show me your pecs and your butt crack and your sweat while you build me something like a deck or a shed or a sun room, I'll make you dinner, we'll get along fine. No. I won't marry you and I don't want to have your kids.
 
Munja

no idea why i thought of that...

could i be turning to the other side or something...

is this beginning of long term relationship with guilt?

maybe you can save me from all this with a flash web cam thingy...

the angels will love you for it...

look at it as karmic brownnie points
 
Munja

no idea why i thought of that...

could i be turning to the other side or something...

is this beginning of long term relationship with guilt?

maybe you can save me from all this with a flash web cam thingy...

the angels will love you for it...

look at it as karmic brownnie points

i jerk off in a random tinychat room every day between 3-4 pm.
 
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