But how should I do that? Should I use a titsling, or a brassiere?
I have recommendations but this is a 13+ forum....
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Munkus BeaverYou don't have to attend every argument you are invited to.Philosophy: Stoicism. Politics: Democratic SocialistRegistered User, ClubPAregular
I had been reading that as Tits Ling (like, perhaps a small bird) instead of tit sling and I have no idea why.
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
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StraightziHere we may reign secure, and in my choice,To reign is worth ambition though in HellRegistered Userregular
I had been reading that as Tits Ling (like, perhaps a small bird) instead of tit sling and I have no idea why.
I think that's actually by design.
Like, as a name there's no true way to pronounce it, but tits-ling feels more in line with how names normally go, so you pronounce it that way in your head at the start of the poem. But by the end, you have the realization that it was actually tit-sling all along, because that's what makes the joke work.
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Munkus BeaverYou don't have to attend every argument you are invited to.Philosophy: Stoicism. Politics: Democratic SocialistRegistered User, ClubPAregular
Now I keep thinking about Darth Vader and how he murdered all the titslings.
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
I had been reading that as Tits Ling (like, perhaps a small bird) instead of tit sling and I have no idea why.
A tits-ling sounds like the M rated version of a zergling.
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ceresWhen the last moon is cast over the last star of morningAnd the future has past without even a last desperate warningRegistered User, Moderatormod
You're asking me to do a lot of calming here, I might need some time.
And it seems like all is dying, and would leave the world to mourn
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StraightziHere we may reign secure, and in my choice,To reign is worth ambition though in HellRegistered Userregular
Hey love thread, I don't have a real place to put this, so I'm putting it here.
I think, due to a combination of bad circulation and a very drafty apartment, I might have managed to somehow catch an extremely minor case of frostbite over the past couple of freezing Chicago days, despite never actually going outside during them.
I do not know how this is even possible, but at the end of the night last night my feet were hurting a bunch, and I noticed that my toes were very red when I took my socks off. They had been cold all day, but that's normal - I live on the first floor of a hundred year old building, so it's just kind of always cold in the winter. Plus I've got very long legs, so the blood ain't so good at getting all the way down there. I live a life of cold feet, no matter the season.
But this morning they were too swollen to put on my boots without it being painful, and it feels like they've got more blisters than usual, and they've been getting itchier all day.
All of which lines up with frostbite. Not a bad case, not the sort to do serious damage or anything, but what the hell?
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ceresWhen the last moon is cast over the last star of morningAnd the future has past without even a last desperate warningRegistered User, Moderatormod
worth a trip to urgent care IMO
And it seems like all is dying, and would leave the world to mourn
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DepressperadoI just wanted to see you laughingin the pizza rainRegistered Userregular
wear thicker socks, I guess!
my dad has similar issues with his feet and that was his solution. His was more diabetes related, though.
He got these fancy socks that are like, thick, but smooth and soft, but also they're put together in such a way that they provide a little bit of moving pressure around the arch of your foot. These would make you both more comfortable, and have warmer feet!
since we're talking about foot stuff, I woke up yesterday and the big toe on my left foot hurt like I banged it on something, but I mean, I was sleeping so I didn't.
it hurts today too. It's weird it kinda feels like I need to crack it like a knuckle, but I can't get it to do it
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StraightziHere we may reign secure, and in my choice,To reign is worth ambition though in HellRegistered Userregular
Yeah, I should probably have some thick socks for when I'm just hanging out around the house. I wear dress socks all the time, which aren't very useful for any sort of protection.
Internet research suggests it involves driving around in a low-rider Ford Fiesta with a huge spoiler with music blaring out of the windows. This image amuses me, so it is how I will interpret Solar's post.
Great second date last night, planning to try to do something on Saturday. I might not be imaging this after all and ohgod my apartment is not clean enough if it gets that far.
I have got about 5 days to get my apartment fully cleaned. I did 75% of the work already, I just need to toss some cardboard boxes and I keep missing the trash trucks.
It’s Lunar New Year. I have no work. It’s getting done this week and then I’ll be ready for whatever comes.
We’re supposed to watch Wonder Woman this month, that might be at my place, so.
Real post, last weekend I brought the card game “Love Letter”, which a very simple, ingenious little game. We didn’t play it at all but I showed it to Sherry and explained how it worked, and she joked “Where’s my love letter!?” And I’m like You don’t realize it but you have sealed your fate.
So I went and bought a nice “Happy Lunar New Year” card, because ‘tis the season. Most of these cards have a very intricately designed cut-out front with a loose inner card on high quality paper. The outer card featured two fish swimming together, which is a reference to “abundance” in the new year, as the Mandarin word for “fish” is phonetically (but not tonally) identical for the word for “abundance” (most Lunar New Year meals feature a fish dish for this reason, and it is similarly tradition to leave a fair amount of fish meat on the plate). As the front of the card featured a great deal of cutting to show the inner card, I drew two fish on the cover of the inner card in a somewhat-heart-shaped configuration putting those fishy lips together in an about-to-smooch configuration. I haven’t drawn anything in a while and I think it looked rather nice.
Then I wrote her a little love letter, thanking her for this month and wishing her a good new year with her family. I also wrote her a little couplet poem, in true love letter fashion.
It was a ton of fun and she really loved it, and was very surprised, and we got super makey-outy at the little cocktail bar we went to and yesterday was great.
She’s in town with her friend today, I asked if she had some spare time to text me so we can see each other again before she goes south to Jia-Yi on Monday. If not, i won’t see her till the end of the week.
Boy, so I haven't really been too focused on dating or relationships over the last few years, but over the last couple months that feeling of "wouldn't it be nice to find someone to settle down with?" has kind of been on my mind more than usual. And last night I had a super vivid dream involving a girl I used to be really close to, never romantically involved but always seemed like a good match, but then I moved out of state and we lost touch. And the dream was us running into each other again out of nowhere and reconnecting and telling each other how we felt and all this, and about halfway through I realized it was a dream and used the rest of the time before I woke up to just enjoy it but also getting sad knowing it was going to end soon.
And man, what a huge bummer of an experience that was! I'm fine now but jeez, lighten up brain...
Today I got woken up by a phone call from my mum telling me that I had to come to the cemetery, because it would’ve been my grandma’s 100th birthday today so we all had to discordantly sing O Danny Boy at her headstone
I went home and was helping my housemate clean our freezer. I was just about to talk to her about the things I may or may not have been misinterpreting, but then a can of frozen lemonade exploded in her face
What even is my life
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Today I got woken up by a phone call from my mum telling me that I had to come to the cemetery, because it would’ve been my grandma’s 100th birthday today so we all had to discordantly sing O Danny Boy at her headstone
I went home and was helping my housemate clean our freezer. I was just about to talk to her about the things I may or may not have been misinterpreting, but then a can of frozen lemonade exploded in her face
What even is my life
A romantic comedy that gets slightly better reviews than Gustav's?
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
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Having a week with a lot of old friends and I got a super weird bomb got dropped on me.
Ends up that not only was I being cheated on in my most serious relationship. I was literally in the room for it. Watching The Illusionist.
Which would be one thing as it is was nearly a decade ago. But it’s painted my feelings on our break up starting with an argument on the relative quality of The Prestige in an entirely new light.
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Munkus BeaverYou don't have to attend every argument you are invited to.Philosophy: Stoicism. Politics: Democratic SocialistRegistered User, ClubPAregular
Having a week with a lot of old friends and I got a super weird bomb got dropped on me.
Ends up that not only was I being cheated on in my most serious relationship. I was literally in the room for it. Watching The Illusionist.
Which would be one thing as it is was nearly a decade ago. But it’s painted my feelings on our break up starting with an argument on the relative quality of The Prestige in an entirely new light.
You really need an editor to go over your copy, cause some of this shit just isn't believable.
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
Sometimes I do things or think things that I later regret, or realize were shitty, or the lizard part of my brain reacts to something and I feel disgusted with myself.
What I do not do is construct a narrative where by I attempt to justify that grossness or actively seek to make it a permanent fixture of my life and/or persona.
I do my best to judge others but if you like a thing I find gross and make it a big part of who you are, I’m gonna struggle pretty hard not to feel grossed out whenever that thing comes up.
I mean even if every single guy on here thought it was fine (which I don't and doubt most people here would) there's no reason for you to think you're weird for disagreeing. Dudes of all ages and persuasions have awful opinions about all kinds of stuff.
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I think that's actually by design.
Like, as a name there's no true way to pronounce it, but tits-ling feels more in line with how names normally go, so you pronounce it that way in your head at the start of the poem. But by the end, you have the realization that it was actually tit-sling all along, because that's what makes the joke work.
A tits-ling sounds like the M rated version of a zergling.
You're asking me to do a lot of calming here, I might need some time.
I think, due to a combination of bad circulation and a very drafty apartment, I might have managed to somehow catch an extremely minor case of frostbite over the past couple of freezing Chicago days, despite never actually going outside during them.
I do not know how this is even possible, but at the end of the night last night my feet were hurting a bunch, and I noticed that my toes were very red when I took my socks off. They had been cold all day, but that's normal - I live on the first floor of a hundred year old building, so it's just kind of always cold in the winter. Plus I've got very long legs, so the blood ain't so good at getting all the way down there. I live a life of cold feet, no matter the season.
But this morning they were too swollen to put on my boots without it being painful, and it feels like they've got more blisters than usual, and they've been getting itchier all day.
All of which lines up with frostbite. Not a bad case, not the sort to do serious damage or anything, but what the hell?
my dad has similar issues with his feet and that was his solution. His was more diabetes related, though.
He got these fancy socks that are like, thick, but smooth and soft, but also they're put together in such a way that they provide a little bit of moving pressure around the arch of your foot. These would make you both more comfortable, and have warmer feet!
since we're talking about foot stuff, I woke up yesterday and the big toe on my left foot hurt like I banged it on something, but I mean, I was sleeping so I didn't.
it hurts today too. It's weird it kinda feels like I need to crack it like a knuckle, but I can't get it to do it
ook, I iteray can't see a difference here
Friday evening after all
Banging choon o clock
I thought titslings were a Star Trek thing
Can you translate the last sentence to "American English" please
I'm out drinking and dancing to good music with lots of bass
Though work may keep her late today and make her work tomorrow too, but we will enjoy the time we get.
I do not think I’ve ever heard anyone put the emphasis on the first syllable, that is fascinating.
Edit: I have got about 5 days to get my apartment fully cleaned. I did 75% of the work already, I just need to toss some cardboard boxes and I keep missing the trash trucks.
It’s Lunar New Year. I have no work. It’s getting done this week and then I’ll be ready for whatever comes.
We’re supposed to watch Wonder Woman this month, that might be at my place, so.
So I went and bought a nice “Happy Lunar New Year” card, because ‘tis the season. Most of these cards have a very intricately designed cut-out front with a loose inner card on high quality paper. The outer card featured two fish swimming together, which is a reference to “abundance” in the new year, as the Mandarin word for “fish” is phonetically (but not tonally) identical for the word for “abundance” (most Lunar New Year meals feature a fish dish for this reason, and it is similarly tradition to leave a fair amount of fish meat on the plate). As the front of the card featured a great deal of cutting to show the inner card, I drew two fish on the cover of the inner card in a somewhat-heart-shaped configuration putting those fishy lips together in an about-to-smooch configuration. I haven’t drawn anything in a while and I think it looked rather nice.
Then I wrote her a little love letter, thanking her for this month and wishing her a good new year with her family. I also wrote her a little couplet poem, in true love letter fashion.
It was a ton of fun and she really loved it, and was very surprised, and we got super makey-outy at the little cocktail bar we went to and yesterday was great.
She’s in town with her friend today, I asked if she had some spare time to text me so we can see each other again before she goes south to Jia-Yi on Monday. If not, i won’t see her till the end of the week.
And man, what a huge bummer of an experience that was! I'm fine now but jeez, lighten up brain...
I went home and was helping my housemate clean our freezer. I was just about to talk to her about the things I may or may not have been misinterpreting, but then a can of frozen lemonade exploded in her face
What even is my life
A romantic comedy that gets slightly better reviews than Gustav's?
Ends up that not only was I being cheated on in my most serious relationship. I was literally in the room for it. Watching The Illusionist.
Which would be one thing as it is was nearly a decade ago. But it’s painted my feelings on our break up starting with an argument on the relative quality of The Prestige in an entirely new light.
You really need an editor to go over your copy, cause some of this shit just isn't believable.
and just want to thank everyone for the advice
Immediately pretty grossed out.
Block them
Sometimes I do things or think things that I later regret, or realize were shitty, or the lizard part of my brain reacts to something and I feel disgusted with myself.
What I do not do is construct a narrative where by I attempt to justify that grossness or actively seek to make it a permanent fixture of my life and/or persona.
I do my best to judge others but if you like a thing I find gross and make it a big part of who you are, I’m gonna struggle pretty hard not to feel grossed out whenever that thing comes up.
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