I confess...

I do confess...

I pick my scabs and eat them. I have eczema so there are a lot.

Yuck! Grim.

I lie to taxi drivers, creating a whole new identity and life each time.

This on the other hand is brilliant. I'll be doing the same from now on.

Dear Father, please bless me for I have sinned. It has been oooo, well never really, since my last confession.

Father, I have never owned a custom built bike.

I ride a Charge Plug which looks like Frankenstein's Bicycle. And I think that it's fucking awesome.

I rarely oil my chain.

I am also on the fence about riding fixed. I really like having a freewheel.

Finally, I have had impure thoughts about Victoria Pendleton.

Please forgive me.

I lie to taxi drivers, creating a whole new identity and life each time.

I always do this.

I used to be a waiter and honed my skills of making up nonsense on the spot by telling each table of guests a different background story during the vapid conversation that occurs whilst I'm pouring their water / wine.

On topic; my pub bike is a Create and I dont ride it fixed. In fairness the only original parts are the frame and rear wheel as everything else disintegrated during normal use.

I haven't rode to work for the last couple of sunny perfect days because I likt the girl sitting in front of me on the bus every damn morning too much...and are too chicken too start a conversation. Even I can see how lame I am, someone cyberslap me.

Reading that back it sound like i'm not even taking the bus.
I'm not riding by bike, taking the bus everyday to f*ck her in my mind.

I haven't rode to work for the last couple of sunny perfect days because I likt the girl sitting in front of me on the bus every damn morning too much...and are too chicken too start a conversation. Even I can see how lame I am, someone cyberslap me.

Paging dr Freud...

I must say, it would leave quite an impression don't you think?

I make a little joke to myself and think "Haha I'm going to sneak through with my quill stem."

Welcome to my world.

You aren't alone in that...

Every time I see

I make a little joke to myself and think "Haha I'm going to sneak through with my quill stem."

Welcome to my world.

repped. like your style

I do not know how to curb jump. I am only comfortable with taking my left hand off the handlebars but not my right as I've become convinced that my face will be met by the pavement. This makes indicating to turn right a little confusing for motorists who are not familiar with the Highway Code. I also don't know how to skid.

I lie to taxi drivers, creating a whole new identity and life each time.

This applies to just about anyone I forge a temporary relationship with. If I know I won't see them again, I just lie. It's a little game my therapist does not encourage me to play.

I cannot wheelie or bunnyhop, but have 360d on a bmx.
I am scared of the olympic mascots, their eyes are freaky.

I changed my password with my eyes shut because I was wasting too much time on the forum.

Two days later I used the 'forgotten your password?' function.

I rode round crystal palace park in the dark and got scared of the dinosaurs.

It was ok though they couldn't catch me because I am so fast.

i cant skid and i am scared of big red buses

i am scared of big red buses

Sensible...

I lie to taxi drivers, creating a whole new identity and life each time.

I am a taxi driver and have multiple identities too.

I also have a whip and Chloroform in the glove box.

£6 please.

i rode round crystal palace park in the dark and got scared of the dinosaurs.

it was ok though they couldn't catch me because i am so fast.

ahahahaha!!!!! Wtf?

When I get on a big yawn binge - yawn after yawn after yawn, yawns that bring tears to the eyes, and make me stretch my legs under the desk until my knees click, great big 10 second yawns that leave me shuddering with my gob wide open, yawns that make me do a Tarzan noise and little jets of saliva squirt onto my keyboard - when I get on a big yawn binge I also get a massive hard on.

Why is that?

What have yawns and boners got to do with each other?

A sneeze is 1/10th of an orgasm. A yawn must be 1/100th. Line enough up and you get a little nudge on.

It must be a morning glory thing.

A sneeze is 1/10th of an orgasm. A yawn must be 1/100th. Line enough up and you get a little nudge on.

Perhaps everything we do is a percentage of an orgasm.

A bit like that fairground game with the hammer - you hit the big button hard enough and you ring the bell.

Everything we do gives us a little bit of pleasure; eating, drinking, taking a dump, reading. It all registers on the scale, all the way up to the bell ringing.
Perhaps if you can get the right combination of mundane things together in the right order you can spontaneously cum.

Tea and toast + big poo + head massage + snapping fingers + mega yawn = spectacular spontaneous orgasm.

I'll try it out and get back to you.

Bagsy me not giving you a head massage while you have an orgasm mid shit.

@ Luci: "must spread rep" etc.

Bagsy me giving you a head massage while you have an orgasm mid shit.

ftfy

As long as I get to watch / bring the tea and toast

ftfy