Which resulted in no confidence in controlling my bowels which resulted in no confidence at all.
I just knew. I just knew it
Youāre too young to remember when sex was called āa piece of assā.
@PinCushion??..
I never met a girl like you before!
I wish I could dance like that. On second thought, no, I donāt.
chordy wins the trophy for most bizarre thread titlesā¦hands down!..
The āwho would you like to bathe on this forumā from Pedro comes in second.
Caption for the chewing kangarooā
If you eat enough fiber, problem solved!
Youāre a Peach, @Moonbeam!..
I think because of our age, we both come from a non PC upbringing. There was a sweetness to that era, though. Youāve certainly seemed to capture it!
Everything was sweeter in the 70ās growing upā¦the moviesā¦the musicā¦televisionā¦even the porn.
You were allowed to have flaws in your character back then and not have a lifetime sentence bestowed upon you because of it.
(sigh) But I digressā¦
In the blue cornerā¦the best book ever written (1969). In the purple cornerā¦not too bad but not even close to Linda goodman my dream gal.
Even some crazy birch from West Virginia in the dawning of the age of Aquarius genius far exceeds anything we can do today
Sorry in an astrological mood today.
My ass just asked me for the time. I told my ass it was 5:30pm.
Thereā¦I just gave my ass the time!
Lol. Hilarious @Patrick. A picture can say a thousand words.
No offense chordy.
āHitting itā.
āDoing the nastyā.
āBumping ugliesā.
āDoing the horizontal mamboā
@Patrick I was so innocently serious about that post. How could you blow me off like that?
Iām sorry, but youāre in your 70ās and still talking about how your toddler bowel movements irreversibly damaged and determined the course of your life.
I try, but I just canāt relate.
Iām your biggest fan on this site even though I tease you a bit!
Iāll agree with you if your call me in my 50ās. Any bowel trouble I have now Iām refusing to call a matter of age. Call me stubborn. Excuse me, I thought you were referring to the thinking of the years - the 1970ās. Oh, my mind is getting old ! Damn it.
Ive had a couple incidents where im holding my crap, a decide to let a little fart thru. Im lucky I have an apartment abouve the shop where I work.
The first thing I do is semi close the shop walk up a flight of stairs (which is not good) by the time make it to the upstairs bathroom, I pull down my underwear, and if theres anything on them, I go to plan B.
I then go to the bedroom bath, and wash myself off and clean my underwear⦠I get out of the shower put a clean pair of under ware, and go back to work comfortable. It doesnāt happen often.