i wouldn't say 'a while', i started posting pretty quickly after the forum caught my eye. before that i browsed the comment section to get real answers, and got some from UKan. he had my attention. as did you, edvard and spatial (for comedic value only). i also read part of the hall of fame meltdown and i remember this hilarious guy who freaked out and kept reposting something like 'you sound like my ex after i started choking her'
by JayBullshit.... I'd bet my golden dick that you're him...
by Luna PreyI'd like to do it financially using my wit, and the powers of the current global economic system to aid me in my cause! That's much more ninja than it is deer!!
Actually, the way of the ninja is closer to "leave no trace". You sound more like Lex Luthor.
by AlteregoFor starters, you can stop making trite excuses for your inadequacy, and learn to use your tongue. :)
Cunnilingus is pretty damn fun imo.
Ukan taught me a lot, but he never got under my skin. I enjoyed the challenge of sparring with such a formidable opponent. Tnp would be correct. But it wasn't on account of something he said to me.
When I first came here, we were at each other's throats like two wolves circling for the kill. I recognized in him something I perceived in myself. At one point, I berated him rather savagely, to the point where others stepped in to defend him. I said some very cruel things, including something to the effect of his dying abandoned and alone, like a dried up old husk. It was so long ago that I don't remember the specifics.
Later that evening, I became overwhelmed by the inexplicable yet unshakeable sense that something terrible was about to happen to him, and that God loves him very, very much. I don't exactly have a sensitive conscience, but I was severely convicted over that incident, to the point where I felt I needed to apologize, so I did. That was the first and only time I ever have, here. A few weeks later, he announced to the forum that he had been diagnosed with cancer. I nearly fell off my chair.
Since then, in spite of repeated attacks from him, I've turned the other cheek wherein he's concerned. For a long time, I was regularly compelled to pray for him. It made me, albeit very briefly and temporarily, a little bit susceptible to his words. But not anymore.
That's how he got under my skin.