WHAT ! are you saying all the men of this forum have been neutered and Pu$$ified beyond recognition by society and society's hidden pressures to perform ?
Could you be saying all the men of this forum have given up their Dreams of Rock and Roll rebellion and traded them in for a cushy couch in Suburbia where the only Barbie they get to put their lips on is an out door patio grilled plate of fish ?
I don't know about you and I won't speak for anyone else ....but I'm still ignorant ,
There is still a lot of stupidity left in side of me.
I'm still up for doing crazy wild things as long as I get to take my afternoon nap
I've got a chip on each shoulder ... I know the meaning of balance
Why If I had the money I would smash up guitars and do an E Kabong all over the place as my tribute to the days of my youth when I wore my balls in a wheelbarrow right behind me because I liked going commando style and giving them something scenic to look at as they aired them self's out , while we traveled out and about .
From what I recall they got pretty good gas mileage too and because i had a servant to wheel them around for me ...
Oh Yeah life was good back then ...when my testosterone was low I could hop on my motorcycle and do a midnight adrenaline pumped moon light ride w a scooter tramp clutching the area of my body that has recently turned into to the grand central of moobs ...
Ahh too Feel alive again
That's what I did back then and it was the way I did it because I couldn't afford to do it Randy style by using
" Hookers and Blow " lol
Oh man what has my life become ? Who stole my Balls ?
Did you know , I just got served by my former female upstairs neighbor of 35 years ago .
She is bringing a # metoomovement case against me because she felt she suffered severe mental damage due to me moaning and groaning to a pin up pic from an old issue of Penthouse I had from back then in that era ...
I wasn't even thinking of her ...I swear .....
She feels the barrier of my ceiling / her upstairs floor was not an adequate shield against the irreparable mental and emotional damage she feels I put her through ...
The real kicker is I wasn't the least bit attracted to her once I found out that her nick name was Shamu ...
When she walked down the street she didn't even need a costume . Even with out a costume all the people would throw her fish in the rainy season and in the dry summer season they would throw her peanuts ...
I don't know why she would think I would even be interested in her ..I did say I was sorry for that time I got drunk
Oh man what a freaking buzz kill , I'm sitting here all high and mighty re living the past talking a lot of $hit and the receptionist here at this mental institute I'm currently staying at is telling me it is time for me to go in and have my daily session with my therapist
I hope they let me out ....after they hear what I have too say
WWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I need a B12 shot and some Testosterone
This post falls under the against my better judgement umbrella
Kenny