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Please tell me which parts you are talking about. Not that I am a sick man looking for gratification, I am really curious which parts had not developed at almost 17 years old. I am hoping you are a girl talking about breasts. If you are a guy, no hope if it ain't there at 17. You will have to mod it. | |||||||||||||||||||||
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| | #93 (permalink) | |
| I'm 25... and I'm thinkin' about crap like "My folks were married at my age", "I'm 1/4 of the way to 100... 1/2 way to 50."... And of course, writing over and over "No work and no play makes Jack a dull boy... all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy..." (Those of you who have seen "The Shining" or read the book with get that one). Oh well... Master swordsmen weren't considered true masters until their 40s. As it stands, I wanna be able to bitch-slap a young punk for sassin' me when I'm like 90 (yes, I have but the purest motivations). I can see myself as this wrinkled old bugger with a dour expression and a cane when I hit like 85... "Mind yer elders you little bastard, or your dentist will need a proctologist for the remainder of your bridge-work! Now go get me some Icy-heat before I start losing feeling again." | ||
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| | #94 (permalink) | |
| Dark, you are on the road. Sure you want to be there? How would you feel about a method of never worrying about your age. About never having to use Rogain or a method of mading your hair darker. A method that will always ensure that the babes cling to you no matter where you go. Is this what you want? Cause I kind of forgot what we were talking about. Last edited by BigAkita; 16-November-02 at 03:01 AM. | ||
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| | #95 (permalink) | |
| Akita... It's called "Whiskey"... and it turns a poor slob into a superhero with a beautiful redhead having sex with him... Until it wears off, and you find yourself back as a balding, fat guy with graying hair and BO, in bed with a woman with a face like a battered raisin askin' if you've seen her bright red wig, and green hot-pants 'cause she needs a drink and her social security check can be cashed at the bar anyway. (Christ... there's an image). ![]() | ||
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