He had to remind everyone in every post he made how much fun he was having and how mad everyone else is so you could tell he was massively butthurt. If someone cuts him off on the way to work this morning, he may kill someone.
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I liked the fact that he said that anyone who trained BJJ was gay (even though he trained for awhile)
Also learned that I'm a psycho because I like watching guys punch each other in the face
Also learned that I'm a psycho because I like watching guys punch each other in the face
I enjoyed his selective use of all caps and found his lack of self control in being unable to resist logging back in charming.
Besides him and Pella are there any BJTT guys that still post? I think they all went away as well as the new women we had for a time. Wonder why?
Besides him and Pella are there any BJTT guys that still post? I think they all went away as well as the new women we had for a time. Wonder why?
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that dude tripped over his own words so much, it was funny. now that his thread fell to complete shit, in light of the evidence, he will say he was trolling. he really should have used that google thing, that he brought up many times.
I remember walking through the woods when I was about 11 years old with my buddy Delvon, and we happened upon a large knotted rope hanging from a tree. The sort of thing you'd find on the banks of a creek for swinging and dropping into the water. Only there was no water. There were however large sand piles and it was just as fun swinging from the rope and flying down a small embankment onto the sand hills.
We visited that site in the woods often on the weekends. One day while exploring these woods, we happened upon a small, 3 foot high tin and cardboard shack. It was scary so we stayed away. One day, we saw two pretty, slightly older girls there... and a guy. This interested my pre-pubescent brain, but not enough to stimulate adventure or risk harm, so I continued to stay away.
Some time later, Delvon told me he'd stopped by the shack and had sex with the girls. I remember feeling mixed emotions of jealousy, confusion and inadequacy. My knee-jerk response to Delvon was "Me too".
He asked me what we did. "Everything", I lied.
His follow up question perplexed me for many years to come... it still does if I'm being honest.
"Did you do butt to butt?", he asked.
"Yes" I lied.
We visited that site in the woods often on the weekends. One day while exploring these woods, we happened upon a small, 3 foot high tin and cardboard shack. It was scary so we stayed away. One day, we saw two pretty, slightly older girls there... and a guy. This interested my pre-pubescent brain, but not enough to stimulate adventure or risk harm, so I continued to stay away.
Some time later, Delvon told me he'd stopped by the shack and had sex with the girls. I remember feeling mixed emotions of jealousy, confusion and inadequacy. My knee-jerk response to Delvon was "Me too".
He asked me what we did. "Everything", I lied.
His follow up question perplexed me for many years to come... it still does if I'm being honest.
"Did you do butt to butt?", he asked.
"Yes" I lied.
Well... That can't be unread.
Hmmm, not sure what the fug is going on but loss for fugging words is all a poison can say
Hmmm oooookeeeey?????
Hahahahahahahsh
I hear Drake now. Going butt to butt. Butt to butt
Lol awesome post.
If a girl isn't willing to do butt to butt, I don't want nothing to do with her
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my 2 year old keeps coming up to me, and gently punching my cheek. every time i tap his chin with my fist, he falls down like a little matt lindland.
true story
true story
Lol. This is a true story. There was no Internet back then and I didn't want to expose my naivete by asking what butt to butt was, so I waited years hoping I'd stumble on the answer so I could pretend I knew what it was all along.
Posts like that remind me of my childhood.we used to ride bikes around and go in the woods and find scary places.
Kids don't do that nowdays. They're glued to their video game controllers.
They don't understand that they're missing out big time.
Although it was annoying at the time, I miss having to stop every other block in a neighborhood because kids were playing basketball in the street
We're all fucked in the future.
Dude....
Bro. This deeply saddens me. Technology is advancing rapidly. Virtual reality is soon to become the norm. It will get to the point where it's more convenient and pleasurable to sit alone inside a room by yourself. Fuck the future.
It's so bad that kids here sometimes have a solid American twang to their accent. It's because they spend so much time absorbing media rather than talking to each other I think.
Dude I know. I have a 12 year old son. I consider myself kind of a young dad. I'm 33.
I always try to take my kid out front to play some B ball. Whether it be 1 on 1 or horse or whatever.
Back in the day, the whole neighborhood would come out to play.
I'm not comfortable enough with my neighbors to tell their pussy kids to come outside and do some sort of physical activity.
Times have changed. We used to play smear the queer and bash each other back in the day.
i have no clue what that is right now.
is that using the back door on both girls in one experience?I googled it and it took me to urban dictionary which says this:
Butt to Butt Resuscitation - resuscitating someone, through their anus, using the power of the fart
Urban Dictionary: butt to butt resuscitation
and now im even more confused.
wow that's intense. kids losing their native accent from the internet. i wonder if thats happening to kids from other countries.
I find the same thing. Back in the day streets would be filled with kids playing hockey and basketball and soccer. now its like some barren wasteland. the streets are empty from some sports apocalypse.
A lot of Nordic people speak English with an american twist I always thought it was weird, now it's creeping in here.
I walked an rode my bike all over the city. We used to ride down to the river, climb the fence and play in rock piles like this.
We would climb to the top of the pile and jump as far as we could, never making it more than half way down. I remember sitting on those piles eating lunch and watching the boats on the river. Not even 13 years old yet.
The guys who worked there never said anything to us. They just waved. Imagine kids getting away with that now.
We would climb to the top of the pile and jump as far as we could, never making it more than half way down. I remember sitting on those piles eating lunch and watching the boats on the river. Not even 13 years old yet.
The guys who worked there never said anything to us. They just waved. Imagine kids getting away with that now.