Do you have a friend or every meet someone who just shares a
little too much? And it seems what it is they are willing to share is either of
a personal nature (ummm no I really do not want to hear anymore about your
rubber dildo with the suction cup and how wonderful it is in the bath, just my
drink please) or just plain bitching.
Complaining, what good does it really do? Not much I reckon,
save allow an avenue for it’s mojo to escape your fleshy exterior and dissipate
into the cosmic either. That energy is
better served in seeking a solution to the issue at hand so as to never have
this “thing” in you life any more, but alas some of us do not think that way.
Case in point a friend brings a new 5th to our
poker game and he seems a rather nice bloke and all EXCEPT that he wont shut
it. His job, in which he makes a ton (according to him) His amazing pad and
ride. The list goes on. Braggarts are cute and it is sometime fun to listen to
them go on and on. If you got it why NOT let the world know. No bother. But when the conversation turns to
sex… perhaps I am a bit old fashioned but the only time I want details is when
someone of the fairer sex is nestled on my lap and telling me about things the
are GOING to happen as opposed to hearing some dude regale us with tales of
tails tagged in the recent past. But that is not as bad as hearing someone
openly share their sexual dysfunction with strangers.
Who DOES that?
Who DOES that?
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