You failed to tell us the last time you got piggy backed and vice versa (wice wersa?)
I didn't "fail" to tell you shit because I haven't done it, given or received. Piggyback rides are only a "thing" in movies and fucked up music videos. I also have never started or participated or even witnessed an impromptu water fight while washing a car. I have never participated or witnessed a skinny awkward kid being carried off the field or out of the gym after being hoisted onto the shoulders of his teammates after scoring the winning point. I have never started or participated or even witnessed a slow clap that turns into an uproarious round of applause. I have never participated or witnessed a couple meeting and starting a relationship at a dog park. I have never participated or witnessed two people sharing one ice cream soda with two straws.
These are all unrealistic things that directors put on film to show "the happy times".
You know who gets a piggy back ride? The injured soldier. Or maybe a small child. But not adults, unless it turns into a sex act. Same goes for massages. Only sad pathetic dudes give massages to women out of their league. They think it will turn into "something more". It won't. Any guy who has a chance of getting laid doesn't need to give a fucking massage. Just be charming and get her drunk. Fuck!
Same goes for massages. Only sad pathetic dudes give massages to women out of their league. They think it will turn into "something more". It won't. Any guy who has a chance of getting laid doesn't need to give a fucking massage. Just be charming and drop a roofie in her drink. Fuck!
You know who gets a piggy back ride? [...] But not adults, unless it turns into a sex act.
...Or he has an exclusive video collection on his hard-drive, which he encrypts out of paranoia of someone discovering his paraphilia...
You may be onto something there. Just because Dear Booze is paranoid doesn't mean he's not watching softcore piggyback porn on his wife's work computer.
Continuing on with ye merry chasist tradition, click here for a trifecta of suckiness in Canadia, Christmas music and the craptastic stylings of the Bare Naked Ladies. Caution if you have a weak stomach or any sort of musical dignity whatsoever.
Continuing on with ye merry chasist tradition, click here for a trifecta of suckiness in Canadia, Christmas music and the craptastic stylings of the Bare Naked Ladies. Caution if you have a weak stomach or any sort of musical dignity whatsoever.
I like this. Kind of like REM meets Gesaffelstein.
It started from Kraftwerk back when Oett ran the drum machine, then onward through New Order and Depeche Mode, but side skirted Pet Shop Boys and
Kajagoogoo things. I tdidn't develop into Prodigy, or whatever, but it's more like Devo without the marvelous nerditity.
It's a new evolution of bad techno music and I quite enjoy it. No sweat if you do not, mate.
