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How difficult it is to make friends in the gay community, 99% of gay men are literally only ever after one thing.
Even meeting someone for coffee is expected to result in some form of sexual encounter and it's not just the young guys, the older ones are just as bad if not worse. Whatever happened to a time when people could form platonic friendships? It would be nice to just be able to chat with someone about random stuff and hangout together and not have to be worried about them trying to get you into their bed. |
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It's really just something I have noticed from being in various 'friendship' groups on Facebook etc people say they are looking for new friends but it ultimately boils down to them wanting a quick ****. |
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Well finally, after another email to the landlord saying that I can't get through on the phone, they rang me. A letter will finally be sent to the git downstairs and if he doesn't change his ways he will get a visit. Still glad I've went to the wardens as well though. Might drop them an email and tell them where things are.
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Not thinking about Him. Nope. Definitely not. Not picking over today's crazy flirty messages. Not already planning what I'll wear for when he's invited himself round (something slightly tight but not so tight that it'll mess my hair up too much if it happens to come off). Not going over potential mildly insulting greetings designed to compel him to approach me in feigned annoyance so I can condescendingly apologise with a pat on the back and a cheeky kiss.
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Wondering where my wank pants are. I washed them with my sheets this weekend as I always do, but mum decided to be useful for once and hang up my washing. She returned the dry sheets to me yesterday but no pants. I'm now having to use my rowing pants as emergency wank pants meaning I now have to row naked.
My uncle came and did his washing today and took it away, so maybe he accidentally took my wank pants. I guess I'll have to ask mum. Update: Walked into mum's room to ask her where my wank pants are and they were just right there on the side as I walked in, so all sorted. |
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Yes, I guess in some parts of the world they have no other option than to go on their rowing machines naked. Christmas really makes you think about those less fortunate, nobody should have to row naked in 2019.
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What the hell are 'wank pants'?
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^ I didn't like to ask, but I was wondering.
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I'd like to wear schmosby's wank pants
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^ Don't do that to me
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SAUK is alive!
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I wondered where it had gone, I was starting to worry!
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It wasn't just me then. Phew!
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So what happened
Russian terrorists? Chinese hackers? And what form do I fill in to claim compensation for the psychological distress caused by the outage ![]() |
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^ That's a good point. I need compensation for psychological distress. Pay up mods.
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Thank god it's back up. In its absence, I did some housework. Housework.
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