brian10x

I passed pysch with flying colors. I spoon fed her an epic level of bullshit. Or did you not see that in my personality yet? I have no friends. Surprised? Did you miss the post where I admitted as such?

It just got real. They are going to cut me up January 27.

My lawyer advised me not to comment.

I'm exploring all options. My friends are holding a special event this weekend to help me prepare. They claim its 100% effective if somewhat out of the mainstream. Some kind of consecration by the Luciferic Knights of Dusk. They swear to me it doesn't involve pagan sacrifice or strange rituals, but I have my doubts.

As I mentioned on another thread here, I'm going to sign a form to decline anesthesia. My holistic wiccan healer is giving me a potion of mineral water and a pinch of jasmine to help deal with any discomfort. I also have a special chant to drive away negative thoughts.

I think I have to sign a form. Can't possibly be more painful than having a broken piece of PCV pipe extracted from my rear end.

I am strongly considering having my surgical procedure done without anesthetic. Since cleaning myself up, I've been very cautious about taking any sort of drug or using any substance that alters my perception. I have a high tolerance for pain and I'm refusing all pain medication. I made the same choice a couple years back when they had to remove a foreign object from my rectum. Lots of pain at first, but after about 30 minutes it was tolerable. Has anyone else done this?

Automotive service advisor

Unfortunately , I offend a lot of people. If its not the body odor, then its my abrasive personality. I've been told I have the personality of 120 grit sandpaper. And I am in sales. Go figure. Oh, and I sincerely hope to lose my man boobs someday. And see my penis again.

Sounds really great! I'm looking forward to getting my old job back in the adult film industry!

Well, I wasn't talking about the boobs of women who have had surgery. I was only referring to my surgeon. I was hoping for a surgeon with big melons so that when she is bending over me I get an eyefull. It would certainly take my mind of the procedure and put me in a great mood. Even better if one of them accidentally brushes up against me. Does that make me a bad person?

Yeah, he works out of TMC. Did your friend survive?

My primary physician sent me to him. Ideally, I was looking for a bariactric surgeon who was female and hot with big boobs, but I'll settle for a guy with 3000 (successful?) surgeries.

Also, you can click on my name, it will send you to my profile. From there, there is a message icon at the top of the page.

My email is bsouza10x@gmail.com

Jeffery Monash

I don't have any family, and (as you can tell from my abrasive personality) my co-workers are already fighting over my estate. I'm tempted to just throw them the keys and the safe combination and have them fight it out (that would be fun) except for the car titles and 401K. I was thinking of making a lampshade from my old stomach. I wonder what that would cost?

I'm a bad, bad man. I think the picture of a man pretending to take a huge **** (but NOT actually performing said act) is inappropriate. Rude posts Obscenity, pornography and profanity. The following are examples of unacceptable content in photos: nudity Posts that contain derogatory references to sex, gender, ethnicity, religion, or sexual orientation, or endorsement of violence against any person or group, even if couched in humor. Don’t break the law

I can dream! You know, when you get to a certain age, you start to appreciate the simple things in life. Beautiful sunsets, the birds singing in the trees outside your window, warm happy puppies, the sweet dulcet tones of Rush Limbaugh, big shits, accurate firearms, and waking in the morning realizing you are , in fact, still above ground. For this I am thankful. If the good lord sees fit to continue the foot long shits, life will be perfect.

Its always been such a satisfying experience. Especially those hard ones that don't even require a wipe. I guess I should resign myself to little ones now. Small price to pay, I guess in the big picture.

Also like to get back into competitive alligator wrestling again.

Too bad you are in Colorado, it might be fun to compete with someone with similar issues. I'd like to be able to squat again. While shooting. Not to mention the back pain. UUGH. Can't even stand for for than a couple minutes with a rifle.

It does feel like I'm slowly dying, and my body can't do the things my brain wants to do, like hiking, working on my cars, and (not to be too politically incorrect), competitive shooting.

Yeah, I hear you. I was a hefty by and a husky man. I used to be an auto mechanic, and that helped keep the muscle up and the fat down. Now I write service and I'm turning into a disgusting fat slob with a bunch of fat related medical problems. I'm ready. Should be getting authorization in a few days. No, that is not actually my picture above!