^haha! He described the guy as thick too! Sounds horny!
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^haha! He described the guy as thick too! Sounds horny!
^but what if they’re thick, olive skinned baddies and you want to size them up
Well shit, then you pull over, preferably at a rest stop off the highway, or as I call them, “the bathhouses of the 90’s”
I love when someone tries to post a story that makes them seem like some stereotypical movie star badass and it ends up being male erotica.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVTRpTHPs3o
Annoying? Or amusing. But it’s shitty
I don’t have anything to add- just want to thank you all for the last page or so. You’re appreciated
So all these road ragers are just sexually repressed bi-guys who want me to pull over to smooch?
Back on topic…you know those stupid 2 second ‘reels’ previews on Facebook? The ones that make it appear as if some awful disaster is going to happen, but really nothing unusual does?
Those annoy me.
Amateur hour.
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Okay so what does the general TGR squad think of this situation? I'll try to be brief.
Every winter my buddy and I go on a trip to BC somewhere. This is something that developed over the past 10-ish years of him joining me on my annual winter adventures. Purpose of trip is to explore and go hard every day - hiking for the goods, getting cliffed out, all on the menu. It's a perfect situation because I am the best skier on the mountain and he's the best snowboarder. We've done this for a long time, it's basically an unwavering tradition (or so I thought).
A couple weeks ago, I get a call from him and he says he's booked the exact same trip that we took last year but for him and his wife, who is a close friend as well. I feel a little betrayed, but not to worry - they both still want me to come "you good with these dates?"
I instantly say I'm gonna pass on that one, citing the reason "what am I gonna do - just sit in the hotel cuck chair and watch you guys bang? That sounds a bit weird, man."
Some more discussion follows, encouraging me to reconsider as they've already discussed this and come anyway - it'll be fun. Apparently I'm the only person who it wouldn't be weird at all having around as the third wheel. Whole purpose of these trips is to just shred the gnar anyhow so who really cares. Conversation ends with me promising to 'plant the seed' with my wife so my departure is mutually-agreed as always. Will need about 2 weeks to lock-in and confirm due to an insanely busy schedule at the start of Sep where we are essentially just roommates and not husband/wife.
Fast-forward to a week or 2 later. Yesterday afternoon, I get home from work, have 15 minutes to myself, and for some reason a Revy video is recommended on youtube. Start watching it while I eat an apple, and I get a text: gist is "hey bro, don't want you to come with me and my wife, I just want to go alone with her. hope we can get back on our annual trip next year. hope you understand."
I did not respond to this text. I had to laugh out loud given the timing - happening at the exact moment I was watching some Revy footage thinking about that exact upcoming trip.
Also the irony of me getting cut from my own annual trip on the same day that I'm ruining kids' lives making final cuts from a rep baseball team is not lost on me.
Skiing isn't supposed to be annoying, but at this moment it is. So I guess the real question is, where am I flying solo this winter?
Oh, and my wife can't come because she's a teacher. She gets a week off in March, which is the entire family trip somewhere (ie: fun but not a shred-fest).
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What I think is that your friend's wife told him in no uncertain terms that she's coming this year. Once she decided she was coming she also decided you weren't coming.
I wouldn't hold it against the guy because we all know he just wants to continue to have sex.
So I'm in Arizona and I stopped by a dispensary to pick up some gummies. I put them in the trunk and ran a couple more errands. Get back home, open up the container and all this goo pours out onto the floor. They had melted in the trunk! So now my floor is all sticky, the house smells like weed, and I had to lick the tin clean to get high enough to deal with it.
My dumb Oregon ass didn't even think about that being a possibility.