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The Master of Your Domain Thread
As an attempt to get a fun and exciting interactive thread going, post here if you want to partake in an informal contest of self-denial.
It's all on the honor system and there's no real prize except bragging rights I suppose, but it could be fun watching everyone start getting even bitchier at each other as it progresses.
I guess even the women can participate, but we need to have it split into two different categories like they do with the Boston Marathon or something because, really, they got an unfair advantage. It's kinda like the whole Manuary thing except the gals can play too this time. Which, come to think of it, I suppose they could do Manuary as well ...but I digress...
Anyways, I guess we'll start tomorrow, friday, at midnight EST so there'll be plenty of time for people to see this and sign up during the day tomorrow and for whoever else to get that last jerk out under the wire.
in the mean time, feel free to use this thread to post any particularly favorite bits from Sienfeld that you like.
What the fuck are you on about? I'm gonna go drink more beer and smoke playing with my new ZIPPO™ lighter. Also, you know someone is going to post a picture in here because they think they're funny? It's gonna happen. Some asshole will do it. They'll read this message and it will give them incentive to do it! They'll think, if I don't do it, someone else will, and that's someone getting attention for doing something I could have done! And then they'll do it. Like an old fox corpse they keep under their trailer for lonely Saturday nights. They'll do it.
Like an old fox corpse they keep under their trailer for lonely Saturday nights. They'll do it.
nice.
you know how some days you read, and somedays you make a mad dash about the office in search of a new typewriter? today was a typewriter.
What the fuck are you on about? I'm gonna go drink more beer and smoke playing with my new ZIPPO™ lighter. Also, you know someone is going to post a picture in here because they think they're funny? It's gonna happen. Some asshole will do it. They'll read this message and it will give them incentive to do it! They'll think, if I don't do it, someone else will, and that's someone getting attention for doing something I could have done! And then they'll do it. Like an old fox corpse they keep under their trailer for lonely Saturday nights. They'll do it.
why don't ya post a picture of which zippo you got and keep yo hands outta your pants, tough guy!
sex is the loophole. but it has to be with another human. If you're just leaning against the washing machine, it counts!
uh uh sex is a poop hole!
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I'm in. going for the long haul.
Because I love. I, who am not loved in return. I have a love that is far deeper than the empty gasps and convulsions of brutish coupling. Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride? She has no eyes to flirt or promise. But she still sees all. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is god-like in its scale. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within. How stupid I must seem to her. How child-like and uncomprehending. Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. She is untouched by joy or sorrow. I worship her though I am not worthy. I cherish the purity of her disdain. She does not respect me. She does not fear me. She does not love me. They think she is hard, and cold, those who do not her. They think she is lifeless and without passion. They do not know her. She has not touched them. She touches me, and I am touched by God, by destiny. The whole of existence courses through her. I worship her. I am her slave. No freedom ever was so sweet.
only for much longer. or are we supposed to do a day to day log of the experience? I am confused to what you mean by "interactive thread". Aren't all threads interactive? Is this meant to be like a compliation of blogs where we start each post with "Day #, still haven't touched myself. feel miserable"?
Because I love. I, who am not loved in return. I have a love that is far deeper than the empty gasps and convulsions of brutish coupling. Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride? She has no eyes to flirt or promise. But she still sees all. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is god-like in its scale. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within. How stupid I must seem to her. How child-like and uncomprehending. Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. She is untouched by joy or sorrow. I worship her though I am not worthy. I cherish the purity of her disdain. She does not respect me. She does not fear me. She does not love me. They think she is hard, and cold, those who do not her. They think she is lifeless and without passion. They do not know her. She has not touched them. She touches me, and I am touched by God, by destiny. The whole of existence courses through her. I worship her. I am her slave. No freedom ever was so sweet.
sex is the loophole. but it has to be with another human. If you're just leaning against the washing machine, it counts!
what if you masterbate on someone else.. as a kind of finisher move. you know nut on the tits type of thing..does that count?
Endless repetition. Is so redundant.
only for much longer. or are we supposed to do a day to day log of the experience? I am confused to what you mean by "interactive thread". Aren't all threads interactive? Is this meant to be like a compliation of blogs where we start each post with "Day #, still haven't touched myself. feel miserable"?
it's interactive in the sense that's its a topic that everyones participating in even when there not here on the cult. The only time you'd really need to post here is when you're out of the contest but it's cool to post about whatever else you think about the thing too.
you people are making it more complicated than it is!
sex is the loophole. but it has to be with another human. If you're just leaning against the washing machine, it counts!
what if you masterbate on someone else.. as a kind of finisher move. you know nut on the tits type of thing..does that count?
if you do it, you're out. If someone else takes matters in hand, you're in.
way to Kramer
Because I love. I, who am not loved in return. I have a love that is far deeper than the empty gasps and convulsions of brutish coupling. Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride? She has no eyes to flirt or promise. But she still sees all. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is god-like in its scale. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within. How stupid I must seem to her. How child-like and uncomprehending. Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. She is untouched by joy or sorrow. I worship her though I am not worthy. I cherish the purity of her disdain. She does not respect me. She does not fear me. She does not love me. They think she is hard, and cold, those who do not her. They think she is lifeless and without passion. They do not know her. She has not touched them. She touches me, and I am touched by God, by destiny. The whole of existence courses through her. I worship her. I am her slave. No freedom ever was so sweet.
I like holding off on whackin' it. I used to do it far too much when I was younger. Whenever I have an upcoming gig (i'm a drummer), I won't for the weeks leading up to it.. I think it may be a placebo effect, but I just feel as if I play more powerfully and aggressively, and I'm much more confident all around.
However, I was teaching a drumline a week ago, and I was talking to a girl who was on the highschools dance team, she was on her knees, looking up at me.. kind of bit her bottom lip.. I then realized, I need to get off, or get some sex, soon.
(It wasn't that pedo-esque considering i'm 19 she's probably like 16.. but still she's considered a "student".)
I felt as if it would be necessary that my second post ever at the cult be about masturbation.
I like holding off on whackin' it. I used to do it far too much when I was younger. Whenever I have an upcoming gig (i'm a drummer), I won't for the weeks leading up to it.. I think it may be a placebo effect, but I just feel as if I play more powerfully and aggressively, and I'm much more confident all around.
However, I was teaching a drumline a week ago, and I was talking to a girl who was on the highschools dance team, she was on her knees, looking up at me.. kind of bit her bottom lip.. I then realized, I need to get off, or get some sex, soon.
(It wasn't that pedo-esque considering i'm 19 she's probably like 16.. but still she's considered a "student".)
I felt as if it would be necessary that my second post ever at the cult be about masturbation.
that's my boy.
Endless repetition. Is so redundant.
I broke the six day abstienance just to make sure I still could. I went three days without even noticing, and then the other two not even trying. On the sixth day I jacked it just to make sure everything worked fine down there. Will do it today too, before this whole thing kicks off. I'm so totally going to win.
Because I love. I, who am not loved in return. I have a love that is far deeper than the empty gasps and convulsions of brutish coupling. Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride? She has no eyes to flirt or promise. But she still sees all. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is god-like in its scale. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within. How stupid I must seem to her. How child-like and uncomprehending. Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. She is untouched by joy or sorrow. I worship her though I am not worthy. I cherish the purity of her disdain. She does not respect me. She does not fear me. She does not love me. They think she is hard, and cold, those who do not her. They think she is lifeless and without passion. They do not know her. She has not touched them. She touches me, and I am touched by God, by destiny. The whole of existence courses through her. I worship her. I am her slave. No freedom ever was so sweet.
I've never really understood my penis..
I don't think I can remember the last time I took it for a walk or the last time I told it how I felt about it.
Lately I just abuse it and treat it like a piece of meat.. well.. NO MORE DAMNIT!! Today I change.
Today I show the world just how much I appreciate my cock. America here I come...
Endless repetition. Is so redundant.
I understand my penis, it's the whole system that flusters me. For example, the testicals make a lot of sperm on a daily basis (I forgot the number, hundreds of thousands? a million?). What happens to them when not ejaculated? is there some warehouse full of dying sperm somewhere in the testes? Also, everyone knows an orgasm releases endorphins, but what exactly is this process? Releasing implies that the endorphins are already there, stocked up, ready to go. This time I think of it as like a battleship full of torpedoes, "Lesbians off the port bow, fire away!". What's the whole physiological connection between cuming and the endorphins?
I was going to put this in the research thread, but this seems more appropiate.
Because I love. I, who am not loved in return. I have a love that is far deeper than the empty gasps and convulsions of brutish coupling. Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride? She has no eyes to flirt or promise. But she still sees all. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is god-like in its scale. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within. How stupid I must seem to her. How child-like and uncomprehending. Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. She is untouched by joy or sorrow. I worship her though I am not worthy. I cherish the purity of her disdain. She does not respect me. She does not fear me. She does not love me. They think she is hard, and cold, those who do not her. They think she is lifeless and without passion. They do not know her. She has not touched them. She touches me, and I am touched by God, by destiny. The whole of existence courses through her. I worship her. I am her slave. No freedom ever was so sweet.
if this contest is just going to be people talking about their dicks and how they masturbate, im out.
You're out because of that? Does people talking about their dicks turn you on?
well thats awkward...
my cum will make you boss love you
-ironman
am I the only one actually doing this? do I win by default?
Because I love. I, who am not loved in return. I have a love that is far deeper than the empty gasps and convulsions of brutish coupling. Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride? She has no eyes to flirt or promise. But she still sees all. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is god-like in its scale. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within. How stupid I must seem to her. How child-like and uncomprehending. Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. She is untouched by joy or sorrow. I worship her though I am not worthy. I cherish the purity of her disdain. She does not respect me. She does not fear me. She does not love me. They think she is hard, and cold, those who do not her. They think she is lifeless and without passion. They do not know her. She has not touched them. She touches me, and I am touched by God, by destiny. The whole of existence courses through her. I worship her. I am her slave. No freedom ever was so sweet.
that kind of woman´s gymnastic? www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIohJZ-rhyk well, in that case i think i couldn´t resist too.
I remember about two months when I was fourteen that you couldn't go anywhere without hearing that song.
House music in general makes me itch with hate for the club scene. Which pits it right against DnB. No video, but for the sake of it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1P-lPrG4mk
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