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DJohn
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male, 56
0 miles · Tyne and Wear
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Sex God
Arti! You're needed! Fly is in trouble and needs your help.
He's going to be pampered. He's going to be washed. There'll be bottles of that funny whiffy stuff the girlies seem to like so much (if they like strange-smelling substances, let them do that painting). I can hardly bring myself to say it, but he might even end up with a ribbon tied in a little bow.
I'll see if I can distract MrsFC for you, while you get poor Fly out.
Oh, MrsFC! Hello! How lovely to see you again. You know, one of the highlights of the munch for me was when you lifted your skirt. Those legs! Go on... do it again. Just for me.
He's going to be pampered. He's going to be washed. There'll be bottles of that funny whiffy stuff the girlies seem to like so much (if they like strange-smelling substances, let them do that painting). I can hardly bring myself to say it, but he might even end up with a ribbon tied in a little bow.
I'll see if I can distract MrsFC for you, while you get poor Fly out.
Oh, MrsFC! Hello! How lovely to see you again. You know, one of the highlights of the munch for me was when you lifted your skirt. Those legs! Go on... do it again. Just for me.
Sex God
Alcohol is the only explanation for Jags betting that I wouldn't walk through Edinburgh in the rabbit costume on the weekend of the munch (£100 to the charity of my choice). The conditions are at least 100m on a main road (not some back alley where no one will see me).
Alcohol is also the only explanation for me saying I'd do it.
So now I need your help. Which should be the lucky charity?
Alcohol is also the only explanation for me saying I'd do it.
So now I need your help. Which should be the lucky charity?
Sex God
Who organised the guest list for this party? There are a few new faces here.
It's Jake the Peg! Forget the 9 inches girls, this guy has three feet.
But what's this? Following close behind are two young men (the bouncer won't let the two little boys in) with two little toys. We'll save those for later, lads. Don't want to get the ladies too excited too early.
Now if you want to take some pictures of the titilating misses who put the agitating wishes in the thinking of the men who write the postings that are aiming for the favours of the ladies of the cafe of the forum of Swinging Heaven... you're just in time. The party has started early.
It's Jake the Peg! Forget the 9 inches girls, this guy has three feet.
But what's this? Following close behind are two young men (the bouncer won't let the two little boys in) with two little toys. We'll save those for later, lads. Don't want to get the ladies too excited too early.
Now if you want to take some pictures of the titilating misses who put the agitating wishes in the thinking of the men who write the postings that are aiming for the favours of the ladies of the cafe of the forum of Swinging Heaven... you're just in time. The party has started early.
Sex God
From the organisers' perspective, it's quite understandable. If someone turns up out of the blue, they have no idea what to expect. Most will be genuine nice people who it will be a pleasure to meet. But all it takes is one psycho or Sun reporter to ruin a good munch.
The good news: this munch is still a few weeks away. Join in, here or in the chat room. Get yourself known. You've got plenty of time to show that you're someone worth meeting.
The good news: this munch is still a few weeks away. Join in, here or in the chat room. Get yourself known. You've got plenty of time to show that you're someone worth meeting.
Sex God
It takes two to tango,
Or three, or maybe more.
You could use a strawberry,
But some prefer mango.
Spill the fridge on the floor,
Whip cream and make merry.
It takes two to salsa,
Or more, I have been told.
A firm floor is desired,
Not one made of balsa.
It's a dance for the bold,
Not those who are tired.
It takes two to foxtrot,
As does all romancing.
There is no need for checks,
I have not lost the plot.
I'm talking of dancing,
And not dreaming of sex.
(I know it's bad. I'm new at this)
Or three, or maybe more.
You could use a strawberry,
But some prefer mango.
Spill the fridge on the floor,
Whip cream and make merry.
It takes two to salsa,
Or more, I have been told.
A firm floor is desired,
Not one made of balsa.
It's a dance for the bold,
Not those who are tired.
It takes two to foxtrot,
As does all romancing.
There is no need for checks,
I have not lost the plot.
I'm talking of dancing,
And not dreaming of sex.
(I know it's bad. I'm new at this)
Sex God
Firstly, a note to aid translation from Australian to English: primary school is years 1 to 7 (ages 6 to 12). High school is years 8 to 12 (ages 13 to 17). School is (or was) compulsory until the end of year 10.
Being good at maths, I was put in a special program. We did years 8 to 10 in two years, with emphasis on maths and sciences. Our maths teacher was the best I have seen or heard of anywhere.
Unfortunately, they didn't think that while we were good at maths and science, we might not be so good at the humanities. English Literature was my downfall. The guidance people suggested that my analytical mind would be better off with that than the more creative English class. I failed miserably. I simply didn't understand what the class was about. (I have since learned. I just wasn't ready for it at the time).
Since Australian universities have a literacy requirement, I had to repeat year 12. This time I did English: clearly the right choice, as I topped the school in the first exam. That was the only class I did at school that year. The rest of my time was spent sitting in on lectures at university.
I passed English and went to study Engineering at university. By that point, I was back in line with most of the people of my age. But I'd been to most of the lectures already. I'd read the textbooks in the first week. I already knew most of the things that were interesting or useful, and was bored by the rest. I was learning more by not attending lectures or doing assignments. I didn't make it through second year.
But my hobbies had given me useful skills. I've had no trouble getting good and interesting jobs.
I'm not sorry that I went to university, as it did expose me to a lot of concepts that I wouldn't have discovered on my own. But I'm not sorry that I didn't stick with it and get a degree. I might one day, but it will be in some area completely unrelated to my working life.
You did ask.
Being good at maths, I was put in a special program. We did years 8 to 10 in two years, with emphasis on maths and sciences. Our maths teacher was the best I have seen or heard of anywhere.
Unfortunately, they didn't think that while we were good at maths and science, we might not be so good at the humanities. English Literature was my downfall. The guidance people suggested that my analytical mind would be better off with that than the more creative English class. I failed miserably. I simply didn't understand what the class was about. (I have since learned. I just wasn't ready for it at the time).
Since Australian universities have a literacy requirement, I had to repeat year 12. This time I did English: clearly the right choice, as I topped the school in the first exam. That was the only class I did at school that year. The rest of my time was spent sitting in on lectures at university.
I passed English and went to study Engineering at university. By that point, I was back in line with most of the people of my age. But I'd been to most of the lectures already. I'd read the textbooks in the first week. I already knew most of the things that were interesting or useful, and was bored by the rest. I was learning more by not attending lectures or doing assignments. I didn't make it through second year.
But my hobbies had given me useful skills. I've had no trouble getting good and interesting jobs.
I'm not sorry that I went to university, as it did expose me to a lot of concepts that I wouldn't have discovered on my own. But I'm not sorry that I didn't stick with it and get a degree. I might one day, but it will be in some area completely unrelated to my working life.
You did ask.
Sex God
The ones I don't understand are the men pretending to be woman posting ads looking for women.
What happens if they succeed? (Miracles still happen.) "Sorry, my girlfriend couldn't make it. She thought you might like to have me instead".
I know some of what's involved in being a mod, and I don't have what it takes. I'm too trusting and forgiving. Always willing to give them another chance. If I was in charge this place would be over-run with morons within minutes.
What happens if they succeed? (Miracles still happen.) "Sorry, my girlfriend couldn't make it. She thought you might like to have me instead".
I know some of what's involved in being a mod, and I don't have what it takes. I'm too trusting and forgiving. Always willing to give them another chance. If I was in charge this place would be over-run with morons within minutes.
Sex God
I actually like my job. Yes, I complain about it. Yes, the hours get unpleasant at times. But I love it. It's interesting work with great people and a company that looks after us well.
One of my previous jobs was not so good. The lowest point was the day when my manager came to me and asked "How is project X going? We need it finished in two weeks". Project X? What's project X? "Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you about it". I told him it would be finished when it was finished, and left before it was.
Sappho: learn to program and move to Newcastle. I'll put in a good word for you. Will might be a little upset at the extra travelling, but to balance that I'll be overjoyed.
One of my previous jobs was not so good. The lowest point was the day when my manager came to me and asked "How is project X going? We need it finished in two weeks". Project X? What's project X? "Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you about it". I told him it would be finished when it was finished, and left before it was.
Sappho: learn to program and move to Newcastle. I'll put in a good word for you. Will might be a little upset at the extra travelling, but to balance that I'll be overjoyed.
