I don't understand why we have a no fap thread and allow yambs.
Like there should be a no fap max 4 yambs in the month challenge.
dudes join and are so proud they didn't fap in 20 days but slept with their gf 12 times in the 20 day span. That's not a challenge at all. Like congratulations? Mean while others are 20 days in of no nothing and have to walk around all day at work with boners because you haven't fapped and the slightest thought of a naked woman triggers beast mode.
I don't understand why we have a no fap thread and allow yambs.
Like there should be a no fap max 4 yambs in the month challenge.
dudes join and are so proud they didn't fap in 20 days but slept with their gf 12 times in the 20 day span. That's not a challenge at all. Like congratulations? Mean while others are 20 days in of no nothing and have to walk around all day at work with boners because you haven't fapped and the slightest thought of a naked woman triggers beast mode.
No better feeling that waking up, getting some good breakfast in your stomach and the only stress of the day is deciding whether to play PS3 or Netflix all day. Nothing better than a day off.
No better feeling that waking up, getting some good breakfast in your stomach and the only stress of the day is deciding whether to play PS3 or Netflix all day. Nothing better than a day off.
Today's bundle of nonsense is about why there wasn't a similar one on Monday and what I did this weekend, as well as how inclement weather (and a football game) can cause indoor and outdoor life to be postponed.
In case you didn't know, I live in the northeastern area of the country, so I was slightly affected by Hurricane Sandy's total *****-fit. Over the weekend, I found that things being canceled because of the weather ain't limited to outdoor activities. Nope, there are plenty of indoor activities that can be postponed for inclement weather, especially here in the future with all the technological advances we enjoy today,.
My reign of rainouts began with the **** storm that was Sunday afternoon's Cowboys game. (Much like a hurricane, it got a little better in the middle, but still ended with things getting ****** up pretty badly.) It was a level 4 loss, and after I had finished following my own advice of reducing my sobriety, yelling cuss words and harming inanimate objects, I was actually pretty tired (and drunk). So, I put off anything else I was planning to do that day on hold until conditions were better and eventually just went to sleep, since my tag-team partner was off riding her cycle and couldn't be of much situational assistance. (Which also makes that a precipitational cancellation, but I'm not comfortable enough with the whole concept to make that joke correctly.) I awoke Monday morning to find my apartment at sea...well, at least that's what it looked like. Quarter-sized drops of rain buffeted my windows and the wind howled angrily like...me the afternoon before. That meant that Shannon didn't have to work, and since she was already here when the storm started, she wasn't going anywhere else either. (It was for the best, every kid should have at least one competent parent...mine has about 1.5, but if she gets rocked by a 90mph trashcan, baby DX would only have about .5 of them left.)
It was kinda nice to have her here with me, keeping me company and watching the baby so I didn't have to. I appreciated it so much, I decided to actually pay attention to her instead of staring at this laptop screen all day, trying to listen to both her couply conversation and the creative (and other) voices in my head trying to paint the internet my color (plus I really didn't feel like addressing all the Cowboys jokes defacing all my social media walls yet). There went day 2.
Things started to clear up on Tuesday. The rain slowed down, the winds stopped picking up street signs, and things generally started to go back to normal (including the fact that city government is highly inefficient and canceled work anyway, so Shannon was here for most of the day again). I felt I had given my first mate enough attention already, so I awoke with all intentions on resurrecting my second life here on the internets...that is, until I found out I couldn't even get a single internet.
Yup, the 'net connection I so often take for granted was down because of storm damage, and this was perfectly acceptable (of course, that's what they think...if I called them and told them I wouldn't be able to pay my bill because of technical difficulties on my end, I doubt they'd be so forgiving). Hell, depending on who's asking, I still don't have the internet...and I'll be sure to let them know how much of an inconvenience it is for me in the hopes of getting a bill credit. In the end, it was yet another day down the storm drain.
Of course, it's Wednesday now and things have returned to how they usually are...Shannon dumped her kid off early this morning and went to work, my internet was back up and running, and the cleanup from the storm could finally begin (read: I could finally make up for all the time I wasted this extended weekend). Honestly, it's about time. As nice as lounging around doing absolutely nothing is, it's also nice to lounge around and be somewhat productive... weather permitting, of course.