Tammy Wynette cannot be reached for help-Divorce advice

[~mikey b]

anyone that takes my fashion criticism seriously is fkn doomed

[MakersTeleMark]

anyone that takes my fashion criticism seriously is fkn doomed

I just consult your pathetic sweaty upmeadowskipping groomer selfies for hair care insights, honestly. And I beat my chest in comradery for Owen's awkward acne sense of self worth. You did one thing right.

[~mikey b]

yes I did

[MakersTeleMark]

yes I did

Without one doubt. Better man than me. Kudos brother. I can't wait to take O dog to east vail and teach him how not to die. It would be my honor to take him back to his roots. I've heard he's grown a bit since he left.

[~mikey b]

he’s quite long

yer gonna have to wait to take him to EV

we’re going to Juneau in March

[Timberridge]

Hi! Stopping by to find out how fred's weekend was.

[Choss Jonger, Sr.]

Checking in after putting my former marriage to sleep on the first Friday the 13th of this year. It’s good to be done with marriage. Damn fool that I am, I have already purchased a ring. We made a baby together and it is important to us that our child have certainty in the strength of bond of her parents.

[frorider]

It’s good to be done with marriage. Damn fool that I am, I have already purchased a ring. We made a baby.

Bless your heart.

[TahoeJ]

We made a baby together and it is important to us that our child have certainty in the strength of bond of her parents.

Not sure what that has to do with marriage. Hence, well, this entire thread.

EDIT: Just joking, though. When you have a kid with someone that's 99% of the commitment and getting married and making it official is a nice thing.

[fastfred]

Hi! Stopping by to find out how fred's weekend was.

I yelled at a few people today
i'll post an update someother time it was a good weekend but monday sucked hairy balls
I did shave my junk yesterday though

[XXX-er]

Not sure what that has to do with marriage. Hence, well, this entire thread.

EDIT: Just joking, though. When you have a kid with someone that's 99% of the commitment and getting married and making it official is a nice thing.

it means technicaly you really are a family so your really do owe her $$$$$$$ in a split up

[Supermoon]

Alright. Question for the group here. I am firmly trying to enter my post-divorce ho phase here, and I am lining up some dates. Went out with the one I asked about earlier, then over the weekend went out with this woman who is very hot and very cool. Tall, brunette, lots of tats, from Jersey. I’m seeing her again, but I want to keep building a bit of a roster so I’m not tempted to just jump into something with this other woman.

I linked up with another woman who is also very good looking and out chats have been cool, we set up a date for Saturday. All good. Then she asks me how liberal I am, and I find out she’s super right wing (put moderate on her profile, lol). I just generally don’t fuck with people like this in real life if I can help it, but I’m also not looking for anything serious. Should I still go out with her? Not worth the trouble? She’s also a hairdresser so I’m assuming she’s a bit crazy (which I’m ok with)

[::: :::]

If nothing else, it’s material for a TR

[Meadow Skipper]

Alright. Question for the group here. I am firmly trying to enter my post-divorce ho phase here, and I am lining up some dates. Went out with the one I asked about earlier, then over the weekend went out with this woman who is very hot and very cool. Tall, brunette, lots of tats, from Jersey. I’m seeing her again, but I want to keep building a bit of a roster so I’m not tempted to just jump into something with this other woman.

I linked up with another woman who is also very good looking and out chats have been cool, we set up a date for Saturday. All good. Then she asks me how liberal I am, and I find out she’s super right wing (put moderate on her profile, lol). I just generally don’t fuck with people like this in real life if I can help it, but I’m also not looking for anything serious. Should I still go out with her? Not worth the trouble? She’s also a hairdresser so I’m assuming she’s a bit crazy (which I’m ok with)

Since you asked, skip #2. For one thing, it’s too soon for that kind of shit. Unless you’re going for der poopenhousen I guess.

[Supermoon]

If nothing else, it’s material for a TR

Seriously. Where’s Parvo when we need him?

Since you asked, skip #2. For one thing, it’s too soon for that kind of shit. Unless you’re going for der poopenhousen I guess.

Those are the two options I’m mulling over. Trying to decide how much to commit to my ho phase.

[MakersTeleMark]

Fuck them all! Literally. But be safe. With the trumptard, just tell her you own guns.

[~mikey b]

https://youtu.be/hM27aRWdqpY?si=V-f3prATX3swEWRM

[tgapp]

If nothing else, it’s material for a TR

exactly c'mon what's the worst that can happen from fucking some antivax trump hairdresser

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actually, when i say it like that, i gotta wonder - what *is* the worst that could happen? well - it'll make for an entertaining TR, either way. what's the saying? that good judgement comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgement? i'm here for it.

Those are the two options I’m mulling over. Trying to decide how much to commit to my ho phase.

oh man my only ragret in life is not having just a *skosh* of a ho phase. don't get me wrong - i honestly tried; i had downloaded grindr and made plans with a few dudes but then i met my current partner, and she's, well, fucking amazing and hopefully the last person i ever date. she's an absolute gem of a human.

still, post divorce is the best time to ho it out, you fucking should.

for the tr material obviously

[Danno]

Be a ho because you want to be one, don't do it because you think you should go through a ho phase.

But I don't know shit, I fell in love with the second woman I met once I went to the apps.

[Buzzworthy]

Haha can’t wait to hear about the crazy hairdresser. Although I’ve come across a few Jersey chicks at WVU. Hope you’re getting one of those, they like to fuck.

[Meadow Skipper]

There is this:
http://ifuckedanncoulterintheasshard...2260591d5f5415

I FUCKED ANN COULTER IN THE ASS, HARD

The Farmer’s Market on Fairfax and 3rd is a Los Angeles landmark, attracting tourists and everyday Angelinos alike, as well as many famous faces. Among the celebrities I have seen there are Muhammad Ali, Terri Garr, Tyra Banks, Laura Linney, Keenan Ivory Wayans, and Weird Al Yankovic.

But Ann Coulter is the only celebrity I’ve ever spotted at Farmer’s Market that I wound up fucking in the ass, hard.

It would be fair to observe that my feeling obligated to present the list of celebrities above in roughly Black-White-Black-White order is indicative of my own carefully Liberal sensibilities. And that this sort of conscientiousness is more than a little ridiculous, onbexamination. But what I notice about myself only on reflection, Ann Coulter seemed to recognize and respond to in an instant, like a puma recognizes an injured giselle. For Ann Coulter is a predator. A predator with a hungry asshole.

I first spotted her sitting at a table in front of The Gumbo Pot with another woman who looked not unlike her, but a generation older (I neglected to ask her at anypoint subsequently whether this had in fact been her mother). I vaguely recognized her—there’s always a lag time placing faces you know from cable when unconfined to a telescreen—and began to notice, stealing furtive glances up from the copy of
Steinbeck I was reading, that she was eyeing me with unsettling
scrutiny.

The next thing I knew, her companion (mother?) had left and Coulter was standing over me, looking skeptically at my reading material.
‘The Grapes of Wrath, huh?’ ‘Yes’ I said, faking composure. ‘It’s fantastic.’
‘It’s a fantastic primer for vacuous proto-Communists everywhere,’ she
said dismissively.
‘I don’t know about that..’
She sighed. ‘I don’t have enough ink in my pen to keep a running list of what you don’t know. May I?’ She motioned to the empty chair next to me.
‘Of course.’ It would be fair to say my voice trembled a little.
She sat and said nothing. Ann Coulter evidently takes an unappreciative view of small talk. That she was eager to continue antagonizing me became evident when I re-opened my recently-insulted book to resume reading. A young man passed in a t-shirt proclaiming ‘Iraq Nam’. She stopped him.
‘1. Haircut. 2. Shower. 3. Get a job, you sniveling hippy,’ shenglowered. ‘You’re probably too high to remember that, so write itdown--if you can write.’
He looked at her with dismay and scampered away like a kicked cat. She turned to me with bloodlust.
‘What do you think of the war: complete success, or very nearly complete success?’ she asked.
‘Well, in no time—barring the strong possibility of Civil War--we’ll
have a democratically-elected anti-US Islamicist government in charge
of the world’s second-largest oil reserves, so I’d have to say only
very-nearly, on the complete success scale, at a hysterically
distorted best.’
She showed her teeth. ‘It sounds to me like you don’t support our troops.’
‘I think that ‘Support Our Troops’ business is the most crass, craven cowardice ever to go unquestioned by the allegedly Liberal media.’
‘Yes? Yes?’ There was oddly growing excitement in her voice.
‘It allows the Administration to absolve itself of responsibility for
its own flawed policy. It’s no different than if you sent a classroom
of 2nd graders into a burning building, and when anyone objects you
throw in their face that they "don’t support our 2nd graders"’
‘Where do you live?’
‘A few blocks away.’
‘Take me there.’


When we got to my apartment, she looked around glumly.
‘I was thinking you’d have half-burned American flags up on the wall,’
she said, disappointed.
‘That’s ridiculous. I love my country.’
‘Whatever you think that means,’ she said, rolling her eyes. ‘Don’t
you have anything nasty to say about the President?’
‘Like what?’
‘Like he’s an imbecile, or corrupt, or a corrupt imbecile—the usual
sore-loser bitter chatter.’
‘To be honest, I didn’t like the nasty things that were said about
Clinton, and I’ve decided to have respect for the Office, no matter
who holds it. I don’t think President Bush is corrupt or an imbecile
anyway. Would you like something to drink?’
‘I think maybe this was a mistake,’ she said, starting to go.
‘That’s not to say I don’t disagree strongly with many of his policies
and objectives.’
She seemed to reconsider. ‘Like what?’
‘I don’t know. Name one.’
‘Get me a drink first.’


With every point I expressed that ran counter to a view she held, she
removed one article of clothing. Soon she sat on my couch naked,
gently pulling at her untrimmed pubic hair, staring intently but not
quite invitingly at me. The growing hard lump in my throat was just
outpaced by the one in my pants. I was a little nervous because we had
agreed on the last two points—the need to reconsider the option of
nuclear energy, and drilling in the Arctic—and I noticed her oversized
nipples were no longer hard. Luckily, she was, by this point,
determined.
‘What do you think,’ she began provocatively, ‘of the President’s plan
to privatize Social Security?’
I sighed with relief; this was as sure a promise to seal the deal as
her asking if I had a condom.
‘I think it’s a payoff to the Americans the President has always been
most intent on pleasing: the richest 1%.’
‘What do you mean?’ she cooed. I noticed her nipples hardening once
more. She dropped to her knees in front of me. She pushed me backwards
and positioned my legs up in the air.
‘A stock’s value is even now only partially tied to the actual value
of any publicly traded company. But who’s going to profit from
inflated valuations when stock prices swell irrationally from the
forced, artificial injection of capital?
Her breath was hot on my ‘taint as she lifted my scrotum. ‘Yes? Yes?’
‘You might as well shoehorn billions of dollars into the Baseball Card
market. The price of a Derek Jeter rookie will be driven up to
hundreds of thousands of dollars—before the bubble bursts and the
whole market crashes massively.’ It was getting hard to stay on point
as she tongue-fucked my shitter vigorously.
‘Don’t..Stop!!’ her contorted mouth pled from my butthole.
‘The top 1% will sell stocks at the inflated valuations to the novice
investors-by-necessity, the market will swell and crash, and the same
1% will come back and re-purchase their holdings at pennies on the
dollar. Meanwhile, Social Security will go bankrupt and all the novice
investors will be eating catfood for the duration of their "golden
years,'’ barring a massive Federal bailout several hundred times in
excess of what the Savings & Loan scandal cost us.’
She sprung up on the couch on all fours and looked over her shoulder
at me. She pointed to her twitching, puckered anus. ‘See this?’
I nodded eagerly.
‘I want you to wreck it.’
I spit on my skeezer-pleaser and, prying her ass cheeks apart like a
hot dinner roll, drove it home, into the biggest browneye I had ever
seen. She gurgled contentedly. Every thrust of my babymaker was met
with a wrenched squeal as I grabbed her by the hips and began really
leaning into it.
‘Harder!’ she begged, ‘Harder!! Tell me what you think of Chomsky!’
‘I..think..he’s..brill..iant..but..I..don’t really agree with much of
his stance on Israel, and--’
‘You’re slowing down!’ she snapped. ‘DON’T SLOW DOWN!’
I went back to punishing her asshole, giving no thought whatsoever to
compassionate conservatism as her chocolate socket gnawed on my pork
pipe. She was babbling now, as out of a delirious reverie.
‘Feed it,' Ann Coulter rasped. 'Feed my hungry asshole!'
I buried her face in a throw pillow and she swiveled her hips back on
my fuckstick with obvious appreciation. My pace quickened as my man-
magma built towards eruption.
‘Wait!’ she gasped, sensing the fuse on my yogurt cannon was burning
quick. ‘I want to take you ass-to-mouth!’
I withdrew from her puckerhole with an audible ‘pop’ and she scrambled
around, gulping at my wang-dang-doodle as though the lives of all her
loved ones hinged on her marks for enthusiasm. Her eyes rolled up
pleadingly as she threw her head down again and again on my magic
johnson. I knew what she wanted.
‘There is a specter haunting Europe,’ I began, and she started to
convulse spasmodically with her own thrashing orgasm, her head now
dribbling in a blur against my groin. I repeated every Karl Marx quote
I could think of until I reached my own ‘historic inevitability’ and
launched surge after surge from my hairy boda bag. I ejaculated with
what seemed like enough force to blow out the back of her head--but
her head was made of stronger stuff. She sputtered, gobbled and gulped
what I’d have to call a very liberal, even radically so, quantity of
hot splooey.
Once she caught her breath, she wiped her mouth, stood, and took me by
the hand.
‘Let’s go to the bathroom.’
‘Why?’
She seemed surprised I had to ask. Her tone was that of someone
reminding another of something too obvious to need mention.
‘Uh, so I can get in the tub and you can piss all over me?’

I sat in a robe and watched her as she dressed.
‘Will I see you again?’ I asked tentatively.
‘Sure,’ she said, pointing to the TV. ‘On that.’
Some moments passed. I tried to dispel the awkward silence.
‘Well, nice meeting you,’ I offered.
‘You’ve really got a gift for tedious small talk,’ she shot back.
I was a little hurt and, recognizing this, she softened just a shade
as she reached for her purse to leave.
‘Hey.’
‘Yes?’ I asked.
‘Thanks for not staring at my adam’s apple.’
‘No problem.’
She let herself out without another word, and I sat in the late
afternoon silence alone. I considered how it felt to be a disposable
instrument in someone’s personal debasement fantasy.

All in all, it didn’t feel too bad.

[Supermoon]

https://youtu.be/hM27aRWdqpY?si=V-f3prATX3swEWRM

Both catchy and a good lesson.

exactly c'mon what's the worst that can happen from fucking some antivax trump hairdresser

Oh yeah maybe I should get my booster first.

Be a ho because you want to be one, don't do it because you think you should go through a ho phase.

But I don't know shit, I fell in love with the second woman I met once I went to the apps.

I say ho phase and I’m about ready to wife up the second woman I met as well. Lol. I wish she wasn’t so cool.

Haha can’t wait to hear about the crazy hairdresser. Although I’ve come across a few Jersey chicks at WVU. Hope you’re getting one of those, they like to fuck.

Shit. Well I’ve had three beers and read all the encouragement so we are still on for now. Gonna being condoms and bear spray.

[Danno]

Fwiw, I did go on dates with women #3 and #4 a day and two days after meeting #2, but #2 is the only one that got a second date. Wasn't expecting it like that, but I'm old enough to know what's right.

[MakersTeleMark]

but I'm old enough to know what's right.

3rd times a charm, eh?

[fatnslow]

If you meet someone on a site does the guy pay for the date in 2023 ? If you pay for 2-3 dates a week would a hooker be a better value ?