Posted by: underwear September 29, 2021
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Bennedict,
Why do you embarrass yourself time and again bro? Your naivette sets new bar each time I read your post. Do this - since you are in Boston, take San out for dinner and clear the air, I will get you a table in Central Square if you want. That is - unless you think me and San aren't the same person.
But let me tell you a short story so you will not keep embarrassing yourself. Quite honestly your lunacy isn't funny anymore.
Mr B is a good person. He has a decent job, takes care of his family, believes in ethics and integrity and considers himself a member of a civil society. He follows Gandhi and Mandela and still embraces the ideology forged by his Nepali teacher in rural Nepal. He listens to few old English numbers, watches Hollywood classics, listens to Gulzar and Mehdi Hassan and believes he is an epitome of class and decency.
The only caveat - he is no fun. He lacks, charisma, his looks are pedestrian, his English proficiency circumscribed within the confines of the research paper he struggled to write in grad school. And above all, his sex life that draws parallel to Saibaba. Non existent and vanilla at best.
But his wife wants adventure. She sits all day watching culinary shows on YouTube and porn when she's not. She wants someone to go down on her, talk dirty to her, make her laugh, she wants to moan, clench her jaws and orgasm, something her husband Mr B thinks it is not so lady like.
Then comes Mr U. He is aware of the situation, he takes advantage of the situation, visits Mr. B's house at noon, gives everything B's wife wants and keeps her happy.
Mr L, Mr G, Mr N somehow figure Mr U is banging Mr B's wife. They take their chance and soon Mr B's wife is fucking with half a dozen UNTIL her husband, Mr B himself, discovers she is fucking Mr U. Frustrated, he goes to the bar and belts few tequila. In the meantime Mr L is banging his wife and narrowly escapes through the window as Mr B brings his drunk ass home.
Mr B, aware of the open window and stains of cum in his bedsheet believes it is Mr U again. In next days Mr G and Mr N visit Mr B's wife, show her a good time and take that window route as he parks his car downstairs. Each day, as Mr B comes across that open window, he believes it is Mr U who is doing his wife.
But he cannot say anything to his wife because he is a loser, and cannot get his thing up, so he whines all the time with his friend.
Bennedict, you lame ass stupidest weirdo who has ever walked this earth, now listen carefully -
Mr B is YOU
Mr U is ME
Your wife is SAJHA.COM website
The monikers you think I have are Mr L, Mr G and Mr N
Your friend is your lame threads.
Makhula maampakha?
Why do you embarrass yourself time and again bro? Your naivette sets new bar each time I read your post. Do this - since you are in Boston, take San out for dinner and clear the air, I will get you a table in Central Square if you want. That is - unless you think me and San aren't the same person.
But let me tell you a short story so you will not keep embarrassing yourself. Quite honestly your lunacy isn't funny anymore.
Mr B is a good person. He has a decent job, takes care of his family, believes in ethics and integrity and considers himself a member of a civil society. He follows Gandhi and Mandela and still embraces the ideology forged by his Nepali teacher in rural Nepal. He listens to few old English numbers, watches Hollywood classics, listens to Gulzar and Mehdi Hassan and believes he is an epitome of class and decency.
The only caveat - he is no fun. He lacks, charisma, his looks are pedestrian, his English proficiency circumscribed within the confines of the research paper he struggled to write in grad school. And above all, his sex life that draws parallel to Saibaba. Non existent and vanilla at best.
But his wife wants adventure. She sits all day watching culinary shows on YouTube and porn when she's not. She wants someone to go down on her, talk dirty to her, make her laugh, she wants to moan, clench her jaws and orgasm, something her husband Mr B thinks it is not so lady like.
Then comes Mr U. He is aware of the situation, he takes advantage of the situation, visits Mr. B's house at noon, gives everything B's wife wants and keeps her happy.
Mr L, Mr G, Mr N somehow figure Mr U is banging Mr B's wife. They take their chance and soon Mr B's wife is fucking with half a dozen UNTIL her husband, Mr B himself, discovers she is fucking Mr U. Frustrated, he goes to the bar and belts few tequila. In the meantime Mr L is banging his wife and narrowly escapes through the window as Mr B brings his drunk ass home.
Mr B, aware of the open window and stains of cum in his bedsheet believes it is Mr U again. In next days Mr G and Mr N visit Mr B's wife, show her a good time and take that window route as he parks his car downstairs. Each day, as Mr B comes across that open window, he believes it is Mr U who is doing his wife.
But he cannot say anything to his wife because he is a loser, and cannot get his thing up, so he whines all the time with his friend.
Bennedict, you lame ass stupidest weirdo who has ever walked this earth, now listen carefully -
Mr B is YOU
Mr U is ME
Your wife is SAJHA.COM website
The monikers you think I have are Mr L, Mr G and Mr N
Your friend is your lame threads.
Makhula maampakha?
Last edited: 29-Sep-21 06:28 AM