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HHJ said:
I mostly just curse in spanish. Hearing my mom curse all the time i picked it up from her lol. I understand alot of it,but I cant carry a conversation well,and if someone speaks in an accent im not accustomed to,like Cuban? forget it.
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As a portuguese speaker i cannot take spanish seriously, it sounds like someone is horny all the time and if its in a mexican accent it sounds like someone is horny and carryng a bunch of weight
 
6\10 the beard takes me from a 5 to 6
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25 more pounds to go then im in the 7 club.
 
Bangkok ready d1 said:
As a portuguese speaker i cannot take spanish seriously, it sounds like someone is horny all the time and if its in a mexican accent it sounds like someone is horny and carryng a bunch of weight
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I mean some accents sound better than others,and sometimes the way Portuguese comes out sounds funny to me too.

I went to florida and i couldnt understand what these cubans was saying,in english or spanish lmao
 
TeTe said:
Probably an 8 to 8.5 realistically. Probably better than when I was younger. I'm in the best shape of my life and my hair game is on point now.
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Being the lead singer of Nickelback should bring you up to a 10 bud.. all that Chad energy lol
 
HHJ said:
I mean some accents sound better than others,and sometimes the way Portuguese comes out sounds funny to me too.

I went to florida and i couldnt understand what these cubans was saying,in english or spanish lmao
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I generally understand argentinians pretty well and thats it, maybe cause thats the only accent which i hear often
 
HHJ said:
I mean some accents sound better than others,and sometimes the way Portuguese comes out sounds funny to me too.

I went to florida and i couldnt understand what these cubans was saying,in english or spanish lmao
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Lol did you meet bang
 
Solid said:
Lol did you meet bang
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Nah...was too busy but maybe next time. That app being the only way to hit him up sux. I hate that app lol
 
TeTe said:
I love how optimistic DMF is in this thread. Far more optimistic than Kesey and Keroauc.
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hahaha, not sure if serious. Keep nodding off and woke up to this. The great thing about sarcasm is the guy who put the chasm in it linguistically. Fuck the guy who put the dip in the dip di dip di dip. I'd like to shake his hand. If serious, I've been obsessing on the fucken Bacchae for some reason, it's been bugging me so reread and watched about five productions and half a dozen lectures.. I've been in one of my never sleeping cycles and having some shitty nightmares, in a small funk. Aches and pains that old people bitch about.
Under it all, I don't think I'm that person. It is a comedic daily struggle not to punch a motherfucker watering his lawn. I was talking to someone the other day who was standing with her back to a flight of stairs as she's talking to me. I pulled her away, and she said thanks, i said, no thank you. There's a truly evil fuck who dwells in my head who isn't listening to a word you say and is only thinking of the Sparta kick.
That said, when I get in these funks, it's almost like a super power, to fight the nightmares and shitty taste from the Trazadone, I'll hug a stranger, the barriers come down, I sat at a street light the other day and pointed to the hood of a car and the guy smiled, and so I walked over and leaned back on his hood and he surfed me ten blocks down the fucking road. There are good people out there and some if you show them an inkling about how much you don't give a fuck, you'd be surprised how immediately, almost unconsciously they'll play with you, and in just that moment, you have a friend for life. I've spent a lifetime reading Nietzsche and Kerouac and blah blah blah, Van Gogh, all the greats who died insane or drank themselves to death. I felt as a little kid, that that's my lot, but not in a morbid woe is me kind of way. I just know that has always been the nature I fight against. \

The dark bastards play the hardest hardest game. They've tried putting me on shit, but I'd rather just play out my hand. I think laughter and absurdity are the holiest of gifts, there's no basis for love without that. There is a god to worship. My best pal passed away a few months back, he was a WWII side gunner in a B-17, bombed Dresden, we hit it right off, not because he bombed Dresden. I would have liked him even if he hadn't killed thousands of people. We were watching movies and after I left he fell and broke his leg, just as covid was coming on, so long story short, our friendship for a year was relegated to talking through a window. I'll spare the details off the ending, but I was watching a documentary on Carl Reiner and Mel Brooks, and I nod off a bit, but I think it was Mel Brooks who said when he first met Carl Reiner, he was walking an invisible dog down the sidewalk like nothing was going on. I'm at least that fucking stupid and don't give a fuck. So, without saying anything to anyone I unfold my leash to people slapping their head, well people who know me, so don't matter, has never mattered anyway. I walk up with my invisible dog and he buckles over and almost falls out of his wheelchair with laughter. The whole visit, he can't quit laughing, he's not even listening to anybody else talking to him, he's just losing his shit as I'm petting, striking, jerking, slapping and tugging a dog that isn't there. Maybe 1 in a hundred people would laugh at my shit, but that's the only one that matters.
 
Drunken Meat Fist said:
hahaha, not sure if serious. Keep nodding off and woke up to this. The great thing about sarcasm is the guy who put the chasm in it linguistically. Fuck the guy who put the dip in the dip di dip di dip. I'd like to shake his hand. If serious, I've been obsessing on the fucken Bacchae for some reason, it's been bugging me so reread and watched about five productions and half a dozen lectures.. I've been in one of my never sleeping cycles and having some shitty nightmares, in a small funk. Aches and pains that old people bitch about.
Under it all, I don't think I'm that person. It is a comedic daily struggle not to punch a motherfucker watering his lawn. I was talking to someone the other day who was standing with her back to a flight of stairs as she's talking to me. I pulled her away, and she said thanks, i said, no thank you. There's a truly evil fuck who dwells in my head who isn't listening to a word you say and is only thinking of the Sparta kick.
That said, when I get in these funks, it's almost like a super power, to fight the nightmares and shitty taste from the Trazadone, I'll hug a stranger, the barriers come down, I sat at a street light the other day and pointed to the hood of a car and the guy smiled, and so I walked over and leaned back on his hood and he surfed me ten blocks down the fucking road. There are good people out there and some if you show them an inkling about how much you don't give a fuck, you'd be surprised how immediately, almost unconsciously they'll play with you, and in just that moment, you have a friend for life. I've spent a lifetime reading Nietzsche and Kerouac and blah blah blah, Van Gogh, all the greats who died insane or drank themselves to death. I felt as a little kid, that that's my lot, but not in a morbid woe is me kind of way. I just know that has always been the nature I fight against. \

The dark bastards play the hardest hardest game. They've tried putting me on shit, but I'd rather just play out my hand. I think laughter and absurdity are the holiest of gifts, there's no basis for love without that. There is a god to worship. My best pal passed away a few months back, he was a WWII side gunner in a B-17, bombed Dresden, we hit it right off, not because he bombed Dresden. I would have liked him even if he hadn't killed thousands of people. We were watching movies and after I left he fell and broke his leg, just as covid was coming on, so long story short, our friendship for a year was relegated to talking through a window. I'll spare the details off the ending, but I was watching a documentary on Carl Reiner and Mel Brooks, and I nod off a bit, but I think it was Mel Brooks who said when he first met Carl Reiner, he was walking an invisible dog down the sidewalk like nothing was going on. I'm at least that fucking stupid and don't give a fuck. So, without saying anything to anyone I unfold my leash to people slapping their head, well people who know me, so don't matter, has never mattered anyway. I walk up with my invisible dog and he buckles over and almost falls out of his wheelchair with laughter. The whole visit, he can't quit laughing, he's not even listening to anybody else talking to him, he's just losing his shit as I'm petting, striking, jerking, slapping and tugging a dog that isn't there. Maybe 1 in a hundred people would laugh at my shit, but that's the only one that matters.
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The parts of your posts I do read I hear in Mickey Rourkes voice for some reason lol
 
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