I've done this. 100% of the time it was because the girls ass was too big. I'd thought that I could deal with it, and never really got a good look at it. Then after the 2nd or 3rd time we slept together, I'd get a full look (face it, you girls are good at hiding fat asses). After that I wasn't attracted to them, so I used some lame excuse like "I'm not ready for a relationship". I was ready, I just wasn't ready to settle for someone whose body I wasn't attracted to.
Despite this pathetic guy (pathetic because he doesn't move on to another favorite strippers, there are always a good new crop), women (and girly men) don't realize, strippers are awesome!
I've done this with a home grow that I used all the leaved and stems for after the bud was gone (note to law enforcment, this was done a long time ago, entirely in international waters).
You don't need to use the water + butter method, in my opinion it is an extra step to have to let the butter cool and harden, floating on top of the water, then separate the water and butter. Just grind everything real fine, use a double boiler and add the stuff right to the butter and cook it gently for 45 minutes.
I also don't understand straining out anything but stems. Just grind up everything fine, and leave it it.
I must say, these highs last for hours and hours! If you've ever been really bowled over by some edibles, you can begin to understand that cop who did some and then called 911 saying "Time is going really slowly" and " I think we're already dead", but then again, he must have been a major lightweight.
I actually met that guy "Mystery" a couple of times after his show "the Pickup Artist" was on, man, that guy was weird. Not in a unique, quirky sort of way, but in a creepy, almost somewhere on the autistic spectrum way. In meetings about his career and business he was acting like one of those dogst that just wants to chase a tennis ball, except with women. If a woman walked across the street outside the office we were in, he'd stop listening to the talk we were having that dealt with money and his career and jump up and stair out the window. Then he just couldn't relate in a social setting. Out for dinner/drinks, he couldn't make or be interested in a conversation, and never looked anybody in our group in the eye. I mean we weren't trying to become best friends, just get through a dinner with a group of people that were going to be working together.
My guess is that if you interacted with any of these "artists" you'd know something was truly wrong with their personalities and their abilities to connect with someone.
Well, when you consider all the refugees from all around the world that want to come to a place like Portland and live here, we really don't have the resources to do massive cultural integration programs for all of them. We're talking Somali, Nigerian, Syrain, Afghan, Bangledeshi, Iraqi, etc.
Do we need 100 public school employees for each group? Maybe it's time for the Somalia community to take up the slack, because the US takes in far more refugees than any other country, but our resources are dwindling.
When I was 19, I studied in Scotland. Then afterwards I went to Sweden to party for the summer. I made a few bucks doing odd jobs under the table. I stayed longer than the 90 days that the tourist visa allowed (this was all pre-European union). I got on a train and didn't pay because I didn't think there would be a conductor. When there was one and the conductor radioed back my passport number, he found I was technically in the country illegally. I was taken first to the police station, then to the airport and told to buy a ticket out of the country at my own expense. Plus I was banned from Sweden for 2 years.
Now, was I a victim of something?
What color/race is she? I honestly can't tell.
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