It's 5 days into October and it's already way too cold for my comfort. I'm sitting in my room and I've got my hands together, inbetween my legs, rubbing them like I'm making fire or discovering how to masturbate for the first time. I dislike the winter times, I used to love the snow. I recall looking outside my window during the first days of December and seeing my normal view outside almost transformed, as if a thousand angels from up above simultaneously climaxed and spunked all over my lawn and neighbours roofs.
Cold, harsh winter days seems to make the general population where I reside bitter and unfriendly. In December of '05 I was waiting at my bus stop with a friend from school. We had both just finished our last class before winter break and she had invited me over for dinner the next day. We get on the bus and she seemed friendly enough, conversation came easily and we made Christmas present predictions. Her stop came first and as she gets up to walk down the bus aisle she turns to me and says, "See you tomorrow". I respond with, "Funny, that's what I tell a girl before I drop a paper bag over her head". She must have been late getting home since she did not have time to laugh.
I got home later that night and I had a message on my machine. It was her, "Hey [Omitted for Privacy], something's come up with my family so Christmas dinner has actually been cancelled, sorry". Understandable I remember thinking. The next night I had decided to go over to her place, just to be a friend she could talk to. I slogged through five feet of snow for 20 minutes and finally arrived in front of her house. The windows were lit up and silhouettes could be made out, drinking and dancing along to the music emanating from the house lit up by festive lights. It was like the scene in fucking 'Home Alone' when Kevin tricks the wet bandits into thinking that he is not, in fact, home alone. To this day I still do not know why she did that to me.
That Christmas was spent doing things that an old person would do. Watching old, old reruns of 'The Price is Right' back when Bob Barker's face didn't look like it was being held together with make up, playing scrabble online and wondering how much time I had left in the world before the sweet embrace of death took me in my sleep. I was hardly the picture of youth back then, you know the type. A slightly effeminate 16 year old boy living in New Jersey. His interests include tight jeans, leaning his head against his window while it rains and taking pictures of his reflection in the bathroom mirror. That's what kids do now right?
Ultimately I don't know why I wrote this blog. I guess my fingers were cold and I decided that typing for a bit might warm them up. Shit didn't work. But like all things I do here on Giant Bomb...I don't even know what the hell I do here, no clue where I was going with that. I wonder if this Christmas will be better than the one in '05? I'll have to get through Halloween first, and a blog about things that happened to me during previous Halloweens seems like it would have made more sense. But I've already typed all this shit out so no. What are the rest of you miscreants planning for this Halloween/Christmas?
Like Discovering How to Masturbate for the First time.
It's 5 days into October and it's already way too cold for my comfort. I'm sitting in my room and I've got my hands together, inbetween my legs, rubbing them like I'm making fire or discovering how to masturbate for the first time. I dislike the winter times, I used to love the snow. I recall looking outside my window during the first days of December and seeing my normal view outside almost transformed, as if a thousand angels from up above simultaneously climaxed and spunked all over my lawn and neighbours roofs.
Cold, harsh winter days seems to make the general population where I reside bitter and unfriendly. In December of '05 I was waiting at my bus stop with a friend from school. We had both just finished our last class before winter break and she had invited me over for dinner the next day. We get on the bus and she seemed friendly enough, conversation came easily and we made Christmas present predictions. Her stop came first and as she gets up to walk down the bus aisle she turns to me and says, "See you tomorrow". I respond with, "Funny, that's what I tell a girl before I drop a paper bag over her head". She must have been late getting home since she did not have time to laugh.
I got home later that night and I had a message on my machine. It was her, "Hey [Omitted for Privacy], something's come up with my family so Christmas dinner has actually been cancelled, sorry". Understandable I remember thinking. The next night I had decided to go over to her place, just to be a friend she could talk to. I slogged through five feet of snow for 20 minutes and finally arrived in front of her house. The windows were lit up and silhouettes could be made out, drinking and dancing along to the music emanating from the house lit up by festive lights. It was like the scene in fucking 'Home Alone' when Kevin tricks the wet bandits into thinking that he is not, in fact, home alone. To this day I still do not know why she did that to me.
That Christmas was spent doing things that an old person would do. Watching old, old reruns of 'The Price is Right' back when Bob Barker's face didn't look like it was being held together with make up, playing scrabble online and wondering how much time I had left in the world before the sweet embrace of death took me in my sleep. I was hardly the picture of youth back then, you know the type. A slightly effeminate 16 year old boy living in New Jersey. His interests include tight jeans, leaning his head against his window while it rains and taking pictures of his reflection in the bathroom mirror. That's what kids do now right?
Ultimately I don't know why I wrote this blog. I guess my fingers were cold and I decided that typing for a bit might warm them up. Shit didn't work. But like all things I do here on Giant Bomb...I don't even know what the hell I do here, no clue where I was going with that. I wonder if this Christmas will be better than the one in '05? I'll have to get through Halloween first, and a blog about things that happened to me during previous Halloweens seems like it would have made more sense. But I've already typed all this shit out so no. What are the rest of you miscreants planning for this Halloween/Christmas?
Halloween day shall be spent greeting and handing out candy to young trick and treaters. I plan on changing outfits/accents/personality for each group.
Night will be an all-night vigil for people who may try to TP or vandalize. I plan on wearing military camo shorts/bandana etc. Will have water balloons ready.
Christmas day shall be spent playing outside in the snow for a little while followed by playing video games while drinking hot cocoa.
Christmas night will be spent at my computer where I will have a self-pity session where I wish I had a girlfriend. Furious web browsing and whacking off followed by a world of warcraft marathon.
" Discovering how to masturbate is a great day for all men, I could go into the story of how it happened to me but I would have to go to AnimeVice as it pertains to stuff that's on the site. Also, what's up with all sex/masturbation threads lately? "I think this time of year is when all the nerds are on heat.
You sweet, sweet bastard." You are one of my favorite people on this website. "
@FourWude: If you quoted 'The Goonies' I would have made the snow come early, all over my room.
@FancySoapsMan: This thread as a litmus test for Giant Bomb classiness? Why the hell not.
@thehexeditor: Props for actually informing me of your holiday plans. That last line is a sentiment shared by a lot of us I think.
@LiquidPrince: I've seen snow before girl from 'Chuck'.
@DeathByWaffle: Interesting theory.
Side note: Do posts where someone replies to like, more than 3 people seem douchy? I feel like a bit of a douche, I mean, more than usual.
I recall looking outside my window during the first days of December and seeing my normal view outside almost transformed, as if a thousand angels from up above simultaneously climaxed and spunked all over my lawn and neighbours roofs.
" @JJWeatherman:Uh huh...I recall looking outside my window during the first days of December and seeing my normal view outside almost transformed, as if a thousand angels from up above simultaneously climaxed and spunked all over my lawn and neighbours roofs."
*sigh*
First the "can we vaguely talk about porn" to a title with masturbation in it.
But the most important thing I saw was "What are the rest of you miscreants planning for this Halloween/Christmas? " Christmas, I'm not sure just yet, but Halloween, I'm going to be in Vegas, since my family's having a reunion there. Oh, and I'm going to be turning 21 a week before then, so it's on. ITS ON.
I remember when I first learned how to masturbate! I had no idea anything was going to come out!
I only read the title of the thread.
@VinceNotVance: Marry a stripper bro. Don't tip them though, then they'll just see you strictly as a customer. Maybe steal a tiger and get jumped by a naked man with a crowbar. Vegas!
@Spoonman671: That discovery is akin to the discovery of fire by the very first cavemen I imagine.
I wouldn't normally give this kind of advice on this site, but you're alright in my book, HS21.
It would appear you have some unresolved sexual issues that need to be worked out.
And by worked out, I mean buried deep in your psyche so that they form the basis of your fetishes when you hit age 40.
The girl probably went home that night, analyzed that paper bag comment 200 different ways, then decided that ignoring the "creep" would be the best way to avoid the "creep." It's happened to me. Well... I never told a girl I was gonna paper-bag her head... but...
buuuuttttt...
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So, did you bag that girl in the 5 years since?
@VinceNotVance: I was just mentioning how you haven't posted in a while and are probably in the corner of your room in the fetal position and sucking your thumb after watching A.S.F Yeah, we're acronym'ing it up.
@MarkWahlberg: Are you really Mark Whalberg?
You know, I don't think that the paper bag joke was inappropriate to her, it probably just lacked a sense of realism. You should have also suggested to do one of two things in addition to the first paper bag.
1. Place a paper bag on your head as well, just in case her paper bag falls off.
2. Place a secondary paper bag upon her head to prevent the same mishap.
See, HS21, she wasn't worried that the joke was in bad taste, she was just upset because it didn't reach it's potential.
Try actually talking to women instead of talking about them. No man makes the bag joke when he's on his own. What utter bullshit.
" A slightly effeminate 16 year old boy living in New Jersey. His interests include tight jeans, leaning his head against his window while it rains and taking pictures of his reflection in the bathroom mirror. That's what kids do now right? "
WELP looks like I found yer problem.
@Osaladin: I need your voice in an ear piece as I stumble through life.
@SeriouslyNow said:
" Virginal sausagefest ahoy. Try actually talking to women instead of talking about them. No man makes the bag joke when he's on his own. What utter bullshit. "And how the hell do I talk to women? They're so intimidating, with their hair and how good they smell. How do I even start a conversation?
" @SeriouslyNow said:YES GODDAMMIT. THE WORLD IS CRUMBLING AROUND US AND SOCIETY IS ERODING INTO A PILE OF USELESS BLOGS." Virginal sausagefest ahoy. Try actually talking to women instead of talking about them. No man makes the bag joke when he's on his own. What utter bullshit. "Taking things too seriously again? "
no, not really. I just think this thread is bullshit.
@Shadow said:
" I've never bothered trying to figure out how to do it after a few fruitless attempts. To this day, I've never masturbated and at this point, I'm just totally disinterested. Before you say how ridiculous that is, there is a specific and good reason that's too...gross I guess...to get into here. "Too gross in blog that I made? I fucking think not sir. Give me the nasty details like Spud throwing a sheet full of shit over English breakfast. Why the hell can't you masturbate? Is it a physical thing? You physically can't do it? Is it some psychological shit?
" @Axxol: Yeah, great whatever, look at this fucking guy down here.It's not really gross, but more for the lack of a better word to describe why I don't want to get into it. It's physical and not psychological in any way other than I'm just completely uninterested in doing it. Also, to answer the question that someone will eventually ask, I deleted the post after going back to actually read the thread and realizing the topic title had really nothing to do with the actual blog post.
@Shadow said:" I've never bothered trying to figure out how to do it after a few fruitless attempts. To this day, I've never masturbated and at this point, I'm just totally disinterested. Before you say how ridiculous that is, there is a specific and good reason that's too...gross I guess...to get into here. "Too gross in blog that I made? I fucking think not sir. Give me the nasty details like Spud throwing a sheet full of shit over English breakfast. Why the hell can't you masturbate? Is it a physical thing? You physically can't do it? Is it some psychological shit? "
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