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I used to do a lot of that fake gay stuff in secondary school (high school to you) with dry humping.
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I went to an all boys militray boarding school. It was an odd thing to watch. Without any women around, the guys would become very aggressive and testosteroney and very homophobic. And yet at the same time they would do fake gay **** that they probably never would have done in a "normal" setting. Like when we went into the mess hall we would march in single file. We had two cadets who ran the mess hall and they would stand at the entrance and count us when we went in (it was their job), and while they did this they would slap everyone's ass as they went in. Hard. Sort of like the sports ass slap. This turned into a running joke around school, and you never knew when some dude would hit you as hard as he could on the ass. And yet these same guys probably would have beat the **** out of anybody they thought were gay. This was just one of the things that would go on on a regular basis.
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i only listen to my voice mails once they reach 8
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^ That's kind of just stupid. What if you have to wait a whole week to get to 8 and you miss an appointment or important message because of it?
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I have one more to add: Whenever I open a door, I always need to use my foot to kick it open at the same time.
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Not that this is important, but I found some perfect scenes that I can use in what I mean about how I feel when I look at certain places/images. Like this one:
http://gemelli.colorado.edu/~bwhitney/walks/edna1.jpg I hate it. Everything about it. Why? I don't know. THESE on the other hand, are fantastic: http://i392.photobucket.com/albums/p...g?t=1296707028 http://i392.photobucket.com/albums/p...g?t=1296707028 |
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