I LOOOOOOOOVE that you went there with Kryptonite. It's also what I was thinking.
Wait. You were thinking Guy Sebastian, right?
He has a new song released yesterday Black and Blue.
Haha did it for you my friend
I LOOOOOOOOVE that you went there with Kryptonite. It's also what I was thinking.
Wait. You were thinking Guy Sebastian, right?
He has a new song released yesterday Black and Blue.
Good morning OT Thread!
I say that while the memories of last night still haunt me...
If you choose to read on you are going to embark on a story of horror, sadness, stress and enough Trala is a beastiality loving slut bait material to last you a life time.
Last warning. Once you read this, you can't unread it.
Last night me andsome random guy I picked upmy partner were cuddled up on the couch watching The Theory of Everything, happily snacking on cheese and Jatz, when Frank starts his incessant pillow humping. After talking to my vet, I knew the humping wouldn't cease immediately post op due to it taking about a month to use up the stored testosterone post nut cropping. So Frank is going at it like the Energiser bunny when my partner places a forceable cease and desist order on him.
Nek minnut, Frank is running yelping like he is in pain with this huge ugly donger hanging out, I pick him up and carefully calm him like a baby, while my partner assures me his dog part is retracting. Gets to the last 2cm, and nothing. We have a family meeting and decide it is probably normal for a dogs dick to take time to go all the way back, so we wait an hour, recheck and his lipstick is still protruding by 2cm.
I have a friend who is married to a vet, so I call her and explain. She puts her husband on and he tells me this condition can be serious. First, one of us need to get some lubricant (which we don't have any of, so my partner needs to go and find a late night chemist, which brings on another horror story of its own but I digress..) and one of us need to gently massage our dogs penis and try to push his red angry horror part back into the sheath. If that doesn't work, emergency vet room time.
Only things we needed to do from that point, is work out which one of us is going to do it. And pray it works.
It was me, and it did.
Frank has officially humped his last pillow.
It was so awful.Horrific! Im glad you got his lipstick back in!
It was so awful.
So so SO awful.
Only time will tell if my partner can get passed the mental picture of me lubing up the dog's genitalia.
It was so awful.
So so SO awful.
Only time will tell if my partner can get passed the mental picture of me lubing up the dog's genitalia.
Ha!!!!!Purely medical, done way worse at work! 3 ball billy
Ha!!!!!
True.
The 'who is going to do it?" conversation involved tears of laughter. Paper/Scissors/Rock, produced me as the winner, both best out of 3 rounds and the best out of 5 rounds.
Didn't matter in the end. A rock solid refusal to touch his dogs cock meant I had to take the wheel.
Hey 1, 2, back to you.Poor frank, and poor you!!!
Hey 1, 2, back to you.
How is the family going post Gran snuffing it?
The first few weeks are always so surreal. Bursting full with people, phone calls, planning, food, funerals, sorting and so on you barely get time to be.
So how you all be? Particularly your mum?
I think the weirdest thing when it comes to someone you love dying, is the fact life goes on. The sun keeps rising and people go on doing what they do. It can leave a grieving family feeling quiet disjointed from life.I don't think its sunk in tbh, Im still in clinical mode, mum sorting estate stuff so she is in finance business mode, its funny how we slip into a disconnected comfort zone way to cope, work mode, she did say to me yesterday she keeps going to ring her, then it hits, but I can tell it hasn't fully hit her yet
I think the weirdest thing when it comes to someone you love dying, is the fact life goes on. The sun keeps rising and people go on doing what they do. It can leave a grieving family feeling quiet disjointed from life.
If you ever place a disclaimer on sharing a life experience again, I will fly to Melbourne and kick your arse. Sharing life experiences with people you spend time with on a daily bases is normal. Don't let anyone steal that from you.Ok Im putting this as a disclaimer that Im not playing victim, but I remember when my brother passed and we going to a viewing and driving down a main street and I was watching people doing what they do every day and thinking how weird it was, for them it was a normal day, for us, our world had changed forever
If you ever place a disclaimer on sharing a life experience again, I will fly to Melbourne and kick your arse. Sharing life experiences with people you spend time with on a daily bases is normal. Don't let anyone steal that from you.
I can remember thinking the same thing when my father died. I also felt a huge and selfish inner panic of not having anyone to take care of me when I fucked up.
Speaking of world turning.We all know some people use experience against you! Isn't it a weird feeling, shows you the world keeps on turning, sad life lesson
Speaking of world turning.
Paris?!
So sad.
Speaking of world turning.
Paris?!
So sad.
The backlash that will be now aimed at random peace loving Muslims is going to add to the heartbreak.Terrible, heartbreaking
What about Beirut, Pakistan, Kurdistan and Iran in last 23 days ?
Greater number killed in name of ISIS than Paris .....
Where was everyone for them?
So sadderer