Originally posted by Scythe
So, did that turn you on, or what? What was the point of putting that out there?
It's called conversational context, by myself.
Observe exhibit A:
Originally posted by Rogue Jedi
haermmOnce I walked in and my Mom was riding my Dad, I was like "Daddy wtf are you doing to Mommy!!!"
Observe exhibit B:
Originally posted by Rogue Jedi
My mom is a very busty woman, so that made it worse.
When exhibit A is followed by exhibit B within a reasonable number posts of exhibit A, context can be applied and a logical conclusion can be drawn for a reasoning behind B's existence or use.
Do you agree?
Also, when one discovers conversational context, no matter how simple, I call that conclusive observational context.
Originally posted by Scythe🙄 "Made it worse" implies that it did NOT turn me on. But I know you already knew that, didncha? 😱
So, did that turn you on, or what? What was the point of putting that out there?
Originally posted by dadudemon
It's called conversational context, by myself.Observe exhibit A:
Observe exhibit B:
When exhibit A is followed by exhibit B within a reasonable number posts of exhibit A, context can be applied and a logical conclusion can be drawn for a reasoning behind B's existence or use.
Do you agree?
Also, when one discovers conversational context, no matter how simple, I call that conclusive observational context.
Indeed. I guess some people need it spelled out for them. 🙄
Originally posted by dadudemon
Sure did. I was 14.We had two bathrooms in the home. The common bathroom was under construction, so only the master bedroom bathroom was available.
It was between 11 and 12 at night. My parents door wasn't shut all the way, much less locked. I walked into the master bedroom to get to the master bathroom. Then...I saw it.
My Dad's fat ass.
It was very very dark, and I couldn't see anything but the moonlight reflecting off of my dad's ass cheeks. There was moment of very awkward silence. (Looking back, I wish I had some hot chocolate to stir to accompany my very big eyes and straight face during that awkward silence, because that would have added to the awkwardness in a ridiculously random way.) I broke the silence. I said, "sorry guys....but I really have to pee."
My father said, "no get out!".
So I got out. I went outside and pissed off the the back patio. The end. (pun intended. 🙁 )
Their names were Bruce and Donna for crying out loud. crackers
Originally posted by Rogue Jedi
List? haermm You making a list, checking it twice? I'd like to read this list. ✅
You didn't know, he is the great Santa Goat Claus...err...something. Instead of filling stockings up with coal or candy, he motorboats your mom when she's sleeping. 😈
I think I'm up to take the mantle from Scythe soon. hmm
If only I can convince him to relinquish the title.
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Oh, and I'm quite sure he has extra lists just for you so he can wipe his ass with your list and have extra to spare for future ass occasions.