A hot girl farted during lunch today and was so emberassed that she leaved the table.
Awesome thing tho is, I could never even dream about a hot girl farting like that. Shit i dunno about the others around the table but i was impressed.

That sounds like the start of a fetish right there!

It's called eproctophilia.

A hot girl farted during lunch today and was so emberassed that she leaved the table.
Awesome thing tho is, I could never even dream about a hot girl farting like that. Shit i dunno about the others around the table but i was impressed.

And you post this in UN-awesome why?

A hot girl farted during lunch today and was so emberassed that she leaved the table.
Awesome thing tho is, I could never even dream about a hot girl farting like that. Shit i dunno about the others around the table but i was impressed.

And you post this in UN-awesome why?

I didn't know where to post it. It sounds more awesome then i was. She was really nice and the whole thing was so awkward.

[swervedriver]

What would she say if "I really liked it when you farted loudly"

"Please sign here and then proceed to stay over 100 feet away from me."

What would she say if "I really liked it when you farted loudly"

"Please sign here and then proceed to stay over 100 feet away from me."

probably.
No but i don't turn on farting girls really.. Just imagine the situation.

My parents are arguing.

It's a rather tangled mess of clumped up emotions, stupidity, and selfishness.

Somewhat awkward.

I know these things happen and stuff, but it's still alarming.

Sidenote: It's making me frown so hard I've given myself a headache. Oops.

Parents are adults and adults are the most childish beings I have come across in my life.

My parents are arguing.

It's a rather tangled mess of clumped up emotions, stupidity, and selfishness.

Somewhat awkward.

I know these things happen and stuff, but it's still alarming.

Sidenote: It's making me frown so hard I've given myself a headache. Oops.

When I was growing up, my parents fought constantly. Screaming, hitting, throwing plates of food, yada yada. It seemed like once a month one or the other would bring home divorce papers to sign. My brothers and I figured that the only reason they were sticking together was for us kids.

I was the youngest, so when I graduated high school, my brothers were already out of the house. I thought for sure they would get that divorce then. But they didn't.

Flash-forward 30 years in which my parents went through all kinds of trials and tribulations together, the most severe being my mother being diagnosed with cancer, and given 6-8 months to live. That was 8 years ago, and she is alive and cancer free today. Some how, my parent's marriage kept on.

Until two years ago.

My dad was working nights, and getting home later and later. My mom became suspicious, went to his work one night, and he wasn't there. Long story short, he was cheating, she figured it out.

The divorce was finalized earlier this year. It took them 40 years to get to that point, and it hasn't been pretty.

It was obvious they were not happy all those years. Sure, they loved each other, but they they were just not happy. All those years wasted together that could have been spent with people they actually could have been happy with.

I think a huge, huge part of the problem was that when my parents married, my dad was only 21, and my mom already had 3 kids, and I followed soon after. 4 kids and a wife to support at 21 can make anyone bitter and regretful. My mom was 23, and had her first child at 17, whose father died when a car he was working on crushed him. Her second husband, with which she had two more children, became a drug addict and she booted him. I'm sure there was some pain there she never recovered from. Also, I failed to mention that my oldest brother, the one she had at 17, is mentally handicapped. Severely. He is in his late 40's now, but has the mind of an infant. He can't walk or talk, or use utensils to feed himself. He couldn't ever be properly toilet-trained, either. When the divorce happened, my dad just left my mom and my brother alone to fend for themselves. Raising and caring for him, as much as they loved him, had to have been an agonizing strain, though they never showed it. My mom still is now his only care-provider.

I still haven't come to terms with my feelings on the divorce. I'm kind of emotionally detached right now. My dad still lives in town here, but my mom moved away. Holidays are strange. This past Thanksgiving with my dad was awkward as hell.

It would have been so much easier if they did this all those years ago.

My parents are arguing.

It's a rather tangled mess of clumped up emotions, stupidity, and selfishness.

Somewhat awkward.

I know these things happen and stuff, but it's still alarming.

Sidenote: It's making me frown so hard I've given myself a headache. Oops.

When I was growing up, my parents fought constantly. Screaming, hitting, throwing plates of food, yada yada. It seemed like once a month one or the other would bring home divorce papers to sign. My brothers and I figured that the only reason they were sticking together was for us kids.

I was the youngest, so when I graduated high school, my brothers were already out of the house. I thought for sure they would get that divorce then. But they didn't.

Flash-forward 30 years in which my parents went through all kinds of trials and tribulations together, the most severe being my mother being diagnosed with cancer, and given 6-8 months to live. That was 8 years ago, and she is alive and cancer free today. Some how, my parent's marriage kept on.

Until two years ago.

My dad was working nights, and getting home later and later. My mom became suspicious, went to his work one night, and he wasn't there. Long story short, he was cheating, she figured it out.

The divorce was finalized earlier this year. It took them 40 years to get to that point, and it hasn't been pretty.

It was obvious they were not happy all those years. Sure, they loved each other, but they they were just not happy. All those years wasted together that could have been spent with people they actually could have been happy with.

I think a huge, huge part of the problem was that when my parents married, my dad was only 21, and my mom already had 3 kids, and I followed soon after. 4 kids and a wife to support at 21 can make anyone bitter and regretful. My mom was 23, and had her first child at 17, whose father died when a car he was working on crushed him. Her second husband, with which she had two more children, became a drug addict and she booted him. I'm sure there was some pain there she never recovered from. Also, I failed to mention that my oldest brother, the one she had at 17, is mentally handicapped. Severely. He is in his late 40's now, but has the mind of an infant. He can't walk or talk, or use utensils to feed himself. He couldn't ever be properly toilet-trained, either. When the divorce happened, my dad just left my mom and my brother alone to fend for themselves. Raising and caring for him, as much as they loved him, had to have been an agonizing strain, though they never showed it. My mom still is now his only care-provider.

I still haven't come to terms with my feelings on the divorce. I'm kind of emotionally detached right now. My dad still lives in town here, but my mom moved away. Holidays are strange. This past Thanksgiving with my dad was awkward as hell.

It would have been so much easier if they did this all those years ago.

Damn. I'm sorry to hear that. -hugs.- Hopefully things will ease out for you guys.

My parents rarely argue, but there's been a lot more tension around the house lately, and it's kinda a shock to the system I guess.

My back went out yesterday. Have been bed-ridden for 12 hours, was only just able to rise a half an hour ago.

My parents rarely argue, but there's been a lot more tension around the house lately, and it's kinda a shock to the system I guess.

Yeah, it is probably harder for you because it isn't the norm. I'm sure it is just a little bump in the road. Sounds like they have a pretty solid relationship. Sometimes people just have to vent. Sorry you have to be around it, though. If you are a person who feels deeply, that kind of negative energy just sucks the life out of you if you let it. I'm sure it will pass.

[djskrimp]

My back went out yesterday. Have been bed-ridden for 12 hours, was only just able to rise a half an hour ago.

Get better, you!

Thanks guys. Took some painkillers, they seem to be working.

try some ketoprofen 200mg if ur a big guy

should fix ur painz

Again, thanks, though I'm feeling better now. Must mind my posture in future when hanging up laundry in my closet.

Unrelated, asshole right-wingers voted in the state election today. The last government were idiots, but I'm predicting the swing-voters will be begging for them to come back by next year.