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willnotwill

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About willnotwill

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  • Birthday 12/05/1959

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    57 this year.

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  1. "for what it's worth" its = possessive, belongs to it. it's = contraction, it is
  2. Then you need Ginko Viagra...it's so you remember what the f*ck you're doing.
  3. Yep, you wanna be an astronaut, you get the full experience
  4. Torch is British for what we yanks call a flashlight.
  5. It's a Nakashuma. I'm glad someone got the reference.
  6. Paraphilias and the like are only issues when they interfere with the rest of your life.
  7. A japanese transistor radio. It comes with a wire with a thing on one end you can stick in your ear and a thing on the other end you can't stick anywhere because it's bent. I remember my grandfather giving me a pocket AM radio when I was a kid. I remember listening to the Red Sox-Cardinals World Series in school on it. It had to be third grade.
  8. Reminds me of a sign that I saw in the "basement" level of a hospital once. It was handwritten and said "Do not enter--Risk of exposure." I'm not sure what I'm going to be exposed to...disease, asbestos, radiation...but I wasn't going to find out.
  9. I found it amusing that the ChickFilA by my old office has a diaper genie in the stall in the men's room. I've used it.
  10. I was a greasy kid stuff kid. Never had Vitalis (which that line comes from). I was a Brylcreem guy (a little dab'll do ya).
  11. I actually have an AR-15 (well, one that sort of looks like one made up out of a Deltec lower and various other parts). Indeed, it fires no differently than just about anything else I own and isn't even the largest caliber I have. It just "looks" mean to the uninformed, which is a real problem. Everything from my .22 target pistol on up works the same way (except the pump shotgun). You pull the trigger and a bullet comes out. You keep doing that until the gun is empty and then you reload. Magazine capacities run from 6 up to 140 depending on which gun.
  12. ...or your 8-track player.
  13. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Gimme five bees for a quarter," you'd say. Now where were we... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. I didn't have any white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
  14. Top one is Crusader Rabbit. The bottom is indeed Beenie and Cecil. One of my favorites... So come on kids, let's flip our lids Higher than the moon Cause now here's Beany and Cecil in A WHOLE HALF HOUR! Bob Clampett Cartoon.
  15. Time passed, and I guess I got used to the being dependent on the diapers. No longer did I have a choice at home and even at school, it was just not practical to do otherwise. I’d wet and usually just stay in the wet diaper until I got home. Then one Wednesday, it hit me. A little rumble in my gut around second period and I knew I wasn’t going to make it through the day. My next class was way across the building, and I was figuring I could get in and get seated and try to stave it off for another period when just before the door a cramp hit followed my release into the diaper. The bell rang, and the teacher was motioning me inside as he was closing the door. I had little choice. Not only did I have a diaper full of poop, but I was going to have to sit in it for forty-five minutes. I got to my chair and gingerly sat down feeling the feces squish all over me. Here I am sitting in a pile of my own crap for no good reason I thought. Class droned on. As it did, I got the sinking feeling that I could smell that poop emanating below. When the bell rang, I raced from the room and headed for the changing room. I grabbed my bag and started cleaning myself up. Yuch. A dozen wipes later, and I was clean and in a new diaper. I stuffed the soiled diaper in a bag my mother had packed to contain the dirties and sealed it up. It still stank. I’d have to do something with this. I dressed and carried the bag into the hall. I could run out and throw it in the trunk of my car. I made for the door. About ten feet towards the parking lot, one of the assistant principals stopped me. “Aren’t you supposed to be inside?” I stammered but finally got out that I was putting the soiled diaper in my car. I held up the bag near his face, and he made a disgusting face. “Go, and be quick about it,” he said. Later, I related the situation to the girls. They cooed with sympathy. “By the way, I’m spending the night at your house, Friday,” Kim said. “You are?” I said. “Mom’s going to visit her sister, and I’m staying with you,” she said. “Kaitlyn, you should ask your mother if you can sleep over, too.” “OK,” she said. When I got home that day, I asked my mother about Kaitlyn. “Oh, yes. I was just about to tell you about Kim. If Kaitlyn’s mom is OK with it, she can stay, too.” The next day I confirmed with Kaitlyn that we were on. The Three Musketeers were going to have a sleepover.,