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I keep seeing this man's nose in my dreams... help

We were getting shacked left and right laughing and giggling like little girls. But then something became more apparent, people would come and check out the surf from the lookout spot, at first we were like ah shit the party's over there definitely paddling out. But they would just stand there pointing, talking to each other then turn around and nobody would paddle out ? this happened again & again & again.. till finally a group of about 20 people were watching us and nobody was coming out ? me and my friend were looking at each other like we saw a goast or something like dude are we dead ? are we dreaming ? was that weed laced with acid... what the fuck is going on here ? (For those wondering why nobody waved us in) my only guess is they thought we were being bad asses and still surfing after we saw the shark postings but we were the opposite, it was more like there goes Dumb and Dumber taking the sand trail again lol. I guess ignorance is bliss Also this place is somewhat Rural and only Surfers and fishermen show up in the morning + we somewhat dawn patrolled that morning and we were in the water at 6:30. If this was anyplace in town some normies definitely would have freaked out and waved us in.

I'd find it sad to see them living like this everyday for the rest of their lives.

I’m 72, no one ever suggested a massage to help deal a swollen prostate.

bro she likes that car a little too much

Myuong's success is a proof that OTV has power to make careers. Blau's success is a proof that OTV should use that power more responsibly.

Tears, for the boy. I know, as do many men, what he was feeling. I came out in 1983. Was secretly dating a man. My parents became suspicious. Then after about 10 months confronted me. I thought my mother would be accepting. I was given 30 minutes to pack what I wanted, leave house keys, and keys to the car that was given to me as a gift and get OUT. I was in shock as I dragged my luggage to the nearest pay phone. Passing neighbors sitting on their porches in the dark, wondering what had happened. I called my boyfriend who raced to pick me up. When we got to his house I was crying non stop. I woke in the middle of the night, his nose pressed to mine, his eyes looking into mine. I asked “what are you doing?”. He said, “I just wanted to see if you were alright”. Tears again until I fell asleep. I got a job, we tried to make it work, but he didn’t want to live with anyone, code for, “I like to date around”. I moved out, bumping along, dating others. Going back to my first one. Tried to make it work. Then in a split second, he was gone. Not AIDS. Leukemia. I went to the funeral. Felt like I was beginning to spin out of control. Dated others, or should I say jerks. Met a handsome man in his 30’s. Shoulder length blonde hair, stubbly beard and moustache. Rimless glasses. He looked like a model but was shy. We started dating, then 3rd date, he broke my heart. He had just moved back to his parents from Maryland. He was fired from his job, because he had AIDS. More tears. I told him it didn’t affect how I felt about him. We continued to date. Not long after, he found a great job. He wanted to find a house closer to where I lived. I was excited. Then just as quickly, he broke up with me. He couldn’t continue seeing me because there was no future for us. Tears again. I was quiet for several months. Then about a year later I saw his obituary. I went to another funeral. His mother looked shocked when I arrived. She was so happy I came. She walked up to his casket with me. Then she said I’ll leave you alone. I must have stood there too long. Somebody behind me asked “excuse me, are you John?”. I turned around and a tall handsome man shook my hand when I said yes. He was a friend of Stevens from Maryland. He told me he hoped I’d come. He wanted to tell me how much Steven cared about me, and that I’d given him some happiness in the last year. We sat and talked for a bit. Then I felt it was time to go. I found his mother to say goodbye, she asked me to wait. She came back with an envelope. It was a picture of her son she thought I might like to have. It was a tough year. I didn’t really want to go out. I found a shrink. After a while I began treating myself better. My parents and I were getting along. One night after an appointment, I wandered into Tiffany. As I looked around day dreaming, I thought “who can afford all this?”. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around looking into the eyes of a taller, dark haired guy with a full moustache. He was dressed all in beige. “See anything you like?”. I thought “O.K. who’s screwing with me?” We talked a bit, then he asked me if he could buy me a drink. The following week he called asking me to dinner, “anywhere I’d like to go”. We began dating. When we reached our 10th anniversary, my parents wanted to take us on a cruise to celebrate. Things continued to go well. After a number of years, we lost both my parents, and his folks as well. In the middle of everything, we decided to marry. We escaped for a quick weekend to a state where we’d be legal. 1, 2, 3, we were married. When the housing market started to recover, he said enough of renting, we had to buy a house. He told me, “pick out what you want, I want you to be happy”. I found a beautiful New England style 3 bedroom. I thought it might be too much, but it worked out fine. We were in the house 2 years, and I hadn’t been feeling well. After many doctors, we found someone who knew what they were doing. I was scheduled for exploratory surgery, I woke up with my husband holding my hand with tears in his eyes. I thought this isn’t good. “It’s cancer”. LOTS of tears. The winning streak had to end sometime. After all the treatment, chemo, radiation, surgery, more chemo, I still didn’t feel right. I couldn’t do what I used to do. The doctors said I might never recover fully. My husband is still by my side, I love him more than I ever thought I could. In October we’re going away to a little cabin. It’ll be 32 years, it all flew by in a second. I wish we could go back to that October night at Tiffany and start all over. All the happiness, AND the tears.

When bangbus came out I always had the idea to make a fake hostel website and be like a hostel and i was working there and sleeping with the backpackers, I got this ideas as a backpacker myself and sleep with lots of foreign girls maybe i could of even asked them to do it. Even the fake taxi thing taking off made me think more to do it. I am 31 now and never did it, and in last 2 years someone made this website now and its getting so big and I can see its like one of those millionaire making websites. I don't know why I didn't just do it I am so stupid. I am trying to get good at art again and be a tattoo artist now. Maybe I can still be something but I always worked as bartender. But I always wanted to work in porn i love sleeping with nice women. But seeing these people after porn they look like such losers I don't know but I guess they get rich and had good times.

Need a 1 hour version of this.

for the blind.

You are certainly packing the muscle!!!

Ya ya every normal person have ikan right by their bedside ah 🤣