Yeah, I was tripping pretty hard when I made this thread. Sometimes it goes in a religious/spiritual direction. Then it took an erotic turn I guess. I was having a blast though. Before last weekend, it was years since I last tripped. I feel refreshed.>>3589170
This is what I concluded while tripping: I would sniff her butt first, as is customary with canines. Actually now that I think of it, do foxes sniff butts? Anyway, I realized if she sat on my face, I would become Schrodinger's weasel and my tongue would slip into a superposition of both up her vag and butt. Only when she came on my face would the wavefunction collapse, because then you could determine from the ejaculation pattern where my tongue was.>>3589188
I found that very amusing. Thanks.>>3589201
Well, I didn't get hammered. Not a big fan of hangovers. /lame joke
I guess whether the squeaky wheel gets the grease or the nail that stick up gets hammered down depends on the culture. The latter implies an authoritarian, conformist culture - those who don't conform are beater into submission. I think my mom first told me the squeaky wheel proverb with regard to asking questions in class if I didn't understand something. The turning wheel implies thinking, and the squeak implies not fully understanding what you're considering. So you make a literal squeak by asking a question. The teacher's response is the grease. Grease is a good thing. It bridges the gap between wheel and axle and allows for the smooth flow of ideas. At least that's my interpretation. It's a good analogy. Why am I even bothering to attend class if I'm not paying attention and trying to think of good questions to ask? Y'know? That's what the teacher's getting paid for.
I said I'd clean up this mess. But I don't see any complaints, so fuck it. This thread amuses me, and maybe there's something to learn from all this.