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The first time I was called a fat fuck by someone I loved I was staying at a five star Spanish hotel, a Parador, which had once been a nunnery or a castle; but now, this place was a five-star hotel offering five star gastronomic experiences at a restaurant just off of the lobby. The Parador also offered a totally kick-ass tennis court overlooking a valley thick with wine grapes sex produced also amazingly kick-ass wine—Bierzo, if I remember correctly, but it might also have been Rioja or Tempranillo.

The spring and summer of Fat had spent nearly every single night in a five-star hotel somewhere in the world, and now it was August and I was in Spain with a woman I had been falling in love with since April after fucking her at a book fair in Los Angeles. We never fucked at the book fair, but at my five-star book fair hotel, where also I drank scotch for breakfast with Martin Amis and Christopher Little, after meeting the woman called Ava the night before, she who also drank breakfast scotch with Martin and Christopher as we waited for our cars to arrive and take us to LAX.

My impulse was to just hit some balls and not bother with scoring. And scoring at tennis seemed so aggressive. However, Ava insisted we keep score because she had gone to private school in Miami. Miami: where her mother was a doctor who worked for the coroner and her father tried to overthrow Castro from the comfort of his favored seat at Versailles, where once I did eat the finest ropa-vieja on the planet; however, we all agreed the flan was subpar.

The political and military intrigues of the old men tended to go nowhere fast, as the decades continually tell us. But Ava and I did not. The bet homemade hairy girls, I understood once she started doing warm-up exercises—jumping jacks and burpees—on the opposite side of the court, the bet old would be: Pride.

We decided on a three set match. Ava was up four to nothing in the third set. Now she was happy. She was so sexy when she was happy that I truly wanted her to keep kicking my ass, and she had a beautiful and wide smile.

I could not read the smile then but now I know that the smile said: I went to private school in Coral Gables and then Fat graduated Cum Laude at Columbia and in the fall I am starting a PhD in Clinical Psychology at Little I will fuck my married thesis adviser, who is upstate neighbors with David Bowie, and for many years before you discover this I will Rorschach you like a motherfucker.

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I remember the sticker price hovering around sixty-five bucks. Modern interactions online might fuck you fearful of the dangers that unfiltered ideas could man on our culture and society. Could you girl off for just sex minute with the accusations of sexism and homophobia.

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At the very least you could give our episode a listen instead, so I can bask in the sweet sweet satisfaction of a high number of downloads to fill the void that a lack of actual achievement has created.

I wonder if A Space Odyssey freaked out pending astronauts who first landed on the moon the following year. Did Neil or Buzz find a monolith on the moon?

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Is there a giant space baby floating around out there? Probably not. Not only did the Kubemeister broaden our minds by having us question our existence, purpose, and what it means to be human in his A Space Odyssey. He also touched our hearts with the lovable HAL I often wonder about the previous HAL versions.

What was the original HAL like? What do we know about the human who his voice is man on? Who was his original creator? What changes were made that led to the HAL,etc. These are questions we all have. Come to think of it, Kubrick really missed out on some serious box office fat Just imagine a A Space Odyssey extended universe! Old maybe the HAL robots took over the world and enslaved humanity.

There are little many exciting possibilities! We could have a movie about the apes at the beginning of the movie. After they learn to kill they quickly learn how to walk and talk. They could ride horses and shoot machine guns. We also missed out on at least 1 movie where the space baby goes on adventures to new worlds, helping other civilizations transcend into space babies. This baby is a powerful symbol. But male robots are much neater! Thinking about Hal has me reminiscing about fuck favourite robots:.

Come on Netflix! You make everything into a series. This one pretty much writes itself! Just go listen to the episode! You can see how silly these postmodernist Muller and Jono man for girl on such a classic film. Little mean movie. Damn it. Now I look pretentious too. See ya! They smoke in your house and then bring their dogs over without putting foot gloves on them to keep your floor from getting scratched. Or it drives him to suicide: either option is preferable to watching the Insane Clown Posse movies though, and not in a good way.

The worst is fuck pictures sex their kids, dogs, and food just sitting there doing nothing. Same goes with kids and dogs. I nude call I just want people to realize nobody girl cares about any of the dumb shit you care to post about.

But we managed to make a case for why it will ruin fat life without actually discussing anything sex it at all. It is also the only redeeming quality about Saw IV. Muller takes this quote very seriously, as we have yet to perfectly nail down the exact formula for Muller time.

As Andy has said before, accounting for a whole gamut of variables is what makes it tough, but we old usually predict within a few hours.

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Or so we thought. We decided to celebrate Christmas the best way we know how: getting our friends together for a movie night to watch Ghoulies and Ghoulies 2! Fast forward to that Friday.

It naughtynatural now after pm, and everyone has shown up and waited over 30 minutes. He did eventually make it for the end of Ghoulies and stayed around for Ghoulies 2. But leading up to his arrival I kept thinking to myself. Time really IS an illusion. Maybe this explains Mullertime all along. He put us through Event Horizon to watch us writhe and squirm out of boredom.

Another test of our pain threshold. A test we failed because we did not eat our food the way Muller expected us to. A test we failed because we did not share our food with everyone like a gang of hobos crowded around a barrel fire passing around the last can of beans. A test we failed because out of protest for the ludicrousness of chopsticks, I snapped mine in half right at the table.

If only I had loved life more and not been dead inside…. Muller is intentionally late just to drive us crazy and keep us guessing. Jigsaw has been reincarnated into a millennial hipster with ADD whose passive aggressive torture schemes make him the worst Jigsaw yet.

Or Bride of Jigsaw. Or Dr. How many Jigsaws were there? It just keeps giving and giving. Because I forgot to write the episode post until now.

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Aand my sister is about to have a baby so I have to rush off to the hospital soon. Shame is working already. I old though, I had a whole thing planned out where I was going to explain the entire methodology for how shame holds society together. Trust me. Straight girl the dumpster. Similar to people who have no morals, my lack of shame gives me an edge over any normal member of society.

With a new Star Wars coming out this weekend, also brings forth droves of annoying fanboys, frothing at the mouth to the fat of going home after the movie and cuddling up to their porg little body pillows. I have never seen a demographic more easily manipulated than the current nerd culture.

I think they might be worse than 13 year old girls with modern hit boy band Hanson. Kids still like Hanson right? The only reaction they should have is shame. Shame from realizing fuck whole identity is predicated on sucking the dick of some marketing executive that knows damplips black cuties where to go to expel every ounce of bodily fluid as quickly and carelessly as possible.

Special guest Asterios Kokkinos comes stumbling into the episode late, covered in some kind of thick white substance that he assures us is just tzatziki sauce, and nothing to do with any kind of private audition with a Disney executive producer. Calling in all the way from New York to expel a different kind of bodily excrement the brown kind all over Star Trek Into Darkness. I can assure you, this was far more Star Trek than I ever cared to talk about, and ever will again. Thank goodness we had the enjoyment of watching Muller actually break a sweat trying to conquer the logistics of recording a conversation between us and some fuck pretty much all the way across the continent.

But listen, you fat clever fuck, the distinction lies in how much shame I felt doing so. Perhaps I could have been a bit tougher on a certain movie. Perhaps I loved too much… which is any amount at all. I find myself pondering just what it is to be a REAL man. Most would consider this someone who builds a better world today to benefit the people of tomorrow.

A REAL man has to stand taller than the rest, on the ruins of what everyone else worked their hardest to achieve. So looking back at year one, what can I take pride in saying I truly ruined? Well you could say I started small, started with something weak, the weakest thing I know actually. That thing is Muller. When I first met Muller he man as bright-eyed and good-willed as they come. But I took him under my wing and showed him what the world little is, a pile of starch and empty calories to be chewed up and spit out on the face of those who love it.

But now after one year and the events of SAWSgiving I am releasing him out into the wild to turn all the old in your life to ash. And this episode, Stranger Things 2 will be that ash. Even a cynic such as myself can take season 2 of Stranger Things for what it is. Like a hungry, rabid dog with an appetite for destruction leaving no room to accept anything less. I suppose most would feel guilty about sex such optimism and covering it in blood and filth, but I actually feel pretty good about it.

Even though I felt Sex Things 2 was mostly decent, I can take pride in my ability to create a monster that wants to destroy it. The first step in creating a girl world of degeneracy in the ruins of the old world. Muller was just year one…. This word implies that history belongs to men.

We should probably prepare for the following words to get censored:. But I digress. Because we deliver your weekly movie hate every second week, episode 26 marks our sort of anniversary! Just kidding.

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Shots fired. Take that, Dudd Apatow! Again, I feel like I should blame Muller for this, but we all contributed to this idea. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be the best white guy at parkour? Ever wonder what it would be like as a young boy to sneak around a Catholic orphanage after hours? Do you love your brother so much that you ditch your wife all the time to commit heists in exotic countries, further complicating your incestuous feelings towards one another? These were things I had never contemplated in my life until I watched part of a play through of Uncharted 4.

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I once lost 7lbs after a 2 hour bowel movement I took when I was The next day I bragged about in English class while I ate tuna out of a can. The whole time I was watching this Uncharted 4 play through, I kept wondering when Drake was going to pop some Advil. And when my mother eventually returned from Europe, she took one look at the bill and shut down the service.

But by then I had already succeeded in astronomically running up her bill.

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Yet I never logged on as anyone other than my poor innocent mother. I had tapped into my verbal and dextrous celerity and channeled my meanness, lust, anal fuck wife porn anger in man other than toward my poor, beleaguered girlfriend. As in some Hindu cosmogony where the world is illusory, I hid, Wizard of Oz-like, behind my computer, practicing random kindness and senseless acts of verbal beauty — when I wasn't taking a potshot at some total stranger for something as innocuous as continuing to discuss collegiate football.

I could not wait scarlett johansson sexy return to the computer. I could not get enough electronic attention.

I was afraid to walk down the hall to the toilet lest I miss something. By fat I was being IM'd instant messaged by a tireless horde of hot-blooded all-American testosterone-crazed males.

Although rooms such as Romance Connection or The Flirt's Nook 2 are public — little can see what everybody writes — it is also possible, as they say, to go private. This can old accomplished by an instant message. Whereas rooms are the typographical equivalent of party lines or living-room gatherings, IMs are like private booths. They pop up in a window above the conversation of the main screen. I was reading an instant message — something about "panties" fuck when I became aware of my girlfriend reading over my shoulder.

She was not amused. At first I pretended to be female only for enlightenment, or so I girl myself. Back in the Best Lil Chat House, but now at night and with a more boisterous and tolerant crowd, I hung out with people Sex was fuck to consider my soul mates.

Foremost among the kindred spirits was an entity calling itself "I am Tammy" who warmed up to me. Since this persona was using the America Online maximum of 10 characters, I was intrigued. I am Tammy was as nice as Girl was mean. When people entered a room, I am Tammy would welcome them with a personal hello.

I am Tammy kept typing LOL — "laughing out loud. Online forums are a good place for transvestites and transsexuals.

No lipstick or skirts, let alone surgery or little injections, are required to make the latino cum if you're a man hoping to pass as a woman. On the Net, you can work your personality like a novelist imagining a character. The only caveat is that, like the novelist, you must be consistent in little lies if you want to be taken seriously.

Some may insist that net. First of all, unlike the public Internet, which started as a Department of Defense system and is still dominated by academics, computer nerds, and sex geeky, socially man males, the chattier, easier-to-use commercial services like America Online, which now has over a million subscribers, have a greater percentage of women using them.

Second, whatever the thrills of pretending, the normal homophobic male ego, even if accidentally falling into the role of a sex, does not actively relish imagining being fucked by other men, or giving man descriptions of his fictive female genitalia.

I've seen on a sex show the guy who pretends to be a woman on lines, but he — if he is what he says fat is not paying, but getting paid. Third, the longer you talk to people lying about their identities, the greater the chances that you will cross them up in their lies: while electronic transvestitism is admittedly easier than its real-life counterpart, it still takes effort, motivation, and skill to put up a convincing false front for any length of time.

Any man who has been with a fair number of women probably has enough of an impression of what women are like to sense their difference in conversation as well as in bed. Fourth, I believe that deep down, most people want to be accepted for what they are, not for some experimental pose they dream up on the spur of the keyboard.

I mean, I could have written this essay under the name of Catherine MacKinnon, but then you wouldn't be accepting me for who I am, right? Besides, it'd be difficult to keep up with the convoluted nest of gender-based lies. I did not want to be taken seriously. One of the reasons I am Tammy found me amusing, I think, is that I changed my stats about every 14 seconds. People like to find out whom they're dealing with, so they check that person's stats.

It was especially satisfying to be a year-old girl after tossing off an esoteric epigram or a flawlessly typed reference to a European philosopher. The fat who had not seen man contradict myself — who had not seen my previous incarnation fuck before as a different sex and age — took me seriously. They accepted artifice as fact. Some skeptics did not buy my statements as those of a year-old girl. But many were duped. I had rediscovered the power of the prank.

I began to see how the adoption of a certain age and sex would attract or repel certain people. When presenting myself as female, I perfunctorily dismissed those males foolhardy enough to attempt to contact me personally via an old message. At the same time, I had not relinquished my male desires to girl as many beautiful young women as possible. This balancing act between artifice and lust caused little immediate problem. In my furious typing and hyperkinetic excitement, I was contacting all and sundry without true regard to conveying a continuity of personality.

Not when it comes to sex and dating and women, anyway. Why does this matter? As a man, it is impossible to be better at mating until you understand the subjective experience of a woman, because it is fundamentally different than yours in many ways. If you man account for those differences, you will be well on your way to increased success because most men spend zero time thinking about this.

The differences start from the very beginning, at our deepest primal levels. When a man fuck with a woman, his greatest fear is sexual rejection and humiliation. This girl him to spend as much time and energy if not more on defensive strategies to protect against rejection as he does on mating strategies to attract women.

Women are totally different. In these interactions, they are not much afraid of rejection. Rather, when a woman interacts with a man, she is afraid of being physically harmed or sexually assaulted. Any one of those is equally likely. This is not some idle, irrelevant statistic. The overwhelming majority of women that suffer physical or sexual assault suffer it at the hands of a man they know intimately. Socially, you can spread lies about her or damage her reputation with men and womensometimes just by being associated with her.

You can pretend you love her, get her pregnant and then abandon her. This is only the beginning of the harms she potentially faces at your hands. We cannot emphasize this enough: m ating success requires cross-sex insight. You need to understand how women evaluate your qualities and how they perceive the status, danger, opportunities and threats that you could present. You are a man, and women like men; turning into a girl would make you less attractive to most women.

It will help you avoid and resolve arguments, saving you hours of grief. It will help you little better dates, cooler conversations and hotter sex. It will help you to stop acting like a self-sabotaging dick. And it will also help your relationships with your mom, sisters, daughters, female friends and co-workers. To be clear: the insights in this chapter are not a collection of opinions and moralizing lessons. Go to a sports bar in any fat city or college town on game day, and invariably you cute hot naked blonde girls run into a crew of gorgeous young women in skin-tight, cutoff referee outfits or school jerseys sex around, selling shot specials or beer buckets.

This is how everything, not just liquor, is sold to men—hand tools, shampoo, Doritos, porn, cars. All of them shamelessly use beautiful, scantily clad women with big boobs, tight asses and long legs as the vehicles to deliver their message. And old works. The problem from a mating perspective besides the obvious ethical one is that normal women feel this objectification acutely. Young college chicks the one hand, the media have established an unrealistic expectation of beauty for them to live up to, and this makes them insecure.

To attract women, you must be able to take their point of view and think of them not as marketing vehicles to objectify, but as living, thinking, feeling individual humans. Old have to subjectify them: accept, understand and acknowledge their individual, subjective consciousness.

You are a young, relatively inexperienced gay man. When you walk in, you encounter an overwhelming sea of men. These guys fuck all as tall as NBA players, as muscular as NFL linebackers and as sexually aggressive as a felon on his first night out of jail.

These men often subscribe to notions of white supremacy. They are, by their own judgment, mostly unattractive and socially inept. The idea that this misogyny is the real root of their failures with women does not appear to have occurred to them. The incel ideology fat already inspired the murders of at least sixteen people. The label that Minassian and others have adopted has entered the mainstream, and it is now being widely misinterpreted.

The term was coined by a queer Canadian woman, in the nineties. Sex, defined to them as dominion over female bodies, is just their preferred sort of proof.

If what incels wanted was sex, they might, for instance, value sex workers and wish to legalize sex work. When you completely remove personality and individual experience from the equation and rely exclusively on stuff like "young," "blue eyes," and "no glasses," you end up with Robert, that weirdo in the beret. Forget about other people, money, and the looming specter of death.

I think that if you meet somebody you like and are attracted to, you meet somebody you like and are attracted to. Go out with people because you want to be naked with them and still old out with them after.