no, it's resin like a guitar pick guard or something, that's not the problem, the problem is that it would tip over under that much weight unless all the weight was directly in the center of it...there are plenty of stable places to fuck in my apartment.

btw i don't know how to have "careful" sex...that doesn't sound like much fun

Me too :(

i think my cat is a robot

Oh, trust me I already emailed admin about the bill. Flexible hours, fair rates, what more could someone want from a message board? (<---Rhetorical)

So, is there a list of persons that are slow and insecure which could be forwarded to me. You, sir seem to be the gatekeeper on the subject.

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Originally Posted by Everyneurotic
i cry for everything.


Me too :(

Is this a stage in your lives or do you guys always cry?

nah you're just a pussy, that's all.

My acoustic guitar fell out of my window today and was unharmed.

....

FELL

FAIL

You have the right to fail me.

My failure to master the quote within a quote function does make it appear that doesn't it. Well, enjoy it while you can, greedrex, enjoy it.

he he

you could fix a couple harnesses above the table so that you could fuck over it, and without harming the table. also, kinkier

Do it raw no filter or harness. Your furniture is made to fuck on*, seriously, fuck on your furniture. No, it isn't better than the couch or bed, but its fun and if your gonna think breaking it, then well, it would be a worthy sacrifice for a good sex spot. Ok, ok maybe not, but I wish I could tell someone I was fucking on my dinner table and it broke down because of the absurd amount of pussy control being exercised.

*Obviously your furniture isn't made for love making, sex or fucking. All persons involved in such acts should weigh consequences or damage, breakge or stain marks. read your furnitures manual and never just do it unless you own Ikea wood.

I keep frequenting a shit cafe because it is local and there is no where else to go..

Give me time and I might find the nerve to implicate myself...

ah, fetishists! the cult of the object is sort of incomprehensible to me-- i find it sort of embarrassing.

i think i'm actuallly the opposite of that-- i loooove to desecrate stuff.

my only fetish is that damn sparkly lemon table.

satankernine, next time i'm in nyc, i'd pay for some alone time with the table. you just leave a key under the doormat or somethin, schedule a time you'll be out and let me do my business

I don't see the point to anything anymore. Eating, bathing, watching tv, being on the internet, breathing, being alive. There is no purpose to life. All of my friends suck. Things always fall through. There is no purpose to me being alive. I should've been aborted. I almost was. Life is pointless. All of the experiences we go through, all of the hardships we weather out, all of the good moments and bad moments all amount to absolutely nothing and the big prize at the end is we get to rot in the ground for all eternity, or at least until everyone else fucks up this spinning rock in the middle of space. It doesn't matter in the least bit anyway.

I guess this can be categorized as something weird going in my lifer right now. Kind of an existential crisis of sorts.