Beerless Beer And Tobaccoless Tobacco

[Guest Evan_J]

.....So a wise woman said to me, (paraphrase) that I was due for night out with the boys.

I thought about that.

I though about how nice it'd be and I thought about who should be included and considered who couldn't because of distance and I figured I'd do something to "fill" the "guy out" void.

I concluded it could be "good" to have a guy thread for the weekend resplendent with a few cyber kegs and boxes of cigars (cuz I know a bunch of us, me included don't actually smoke or drink in rl, but I confess to conjuring memories of tobacco aromas.....) and even fooseball and derail and go through whateeeeeever conversatons (that won't make Laura kill us) peeps just want to have in a kind of "relaxed group" kind of way.

This would be it

You can randomly tell what happened to your mmog character, ask why gfs say 'x' that you do not "get", get an opinion on gay male dating tactics if you want to just make sure you're inside the site rules.

[Guest Ami James]

Hmm... Beerless Beer and Tobaccoless tobacco?

sound like a good idea....

And did someone just say "keg?"

I hope I will be in for this weekend but I am going to get a car this weekend after my real father want to have Father and "son" thing this weekend (which he still call it Father and "daughter" thing).

I am wondering if I can use my old cellphone net to talk to y'all on this forums which I don't have a I phone or fancy phonel like they have now.

AJ

[Guest Evan_J]

Hmm... Beerless Beer and Tobaccoless tobacco?

sound like a good idea....

And did someone just say "keg?"

I hope I will be in for this weekend but I am going to get a car this weekend after my real father want to have Father and "son" thing this weekend (which he still call it Father and "daughter" thing).

I am wondering if I can use my old cellphone net to talk to y'all on this forums which I don't have a I phone or fancy phonel like they have now.

AJ

I have no idea about the cell phone ."Cellphone" was never something I as proficient in lol. Actually, now that I give it some thought, my landphone skills aren't so great either.

We'll be rootin for ya on the parent /kid weekend thig tho. I would say "wear armor" but then I'd just be projecting my own sucky situations lol. I'm sure you'll be fine.

[Guest Alex Blitzen]

This actually sounds wicked awesome Good plan

[Guest Leigh]

well, can i bring the tunes? or maybe someone could DJ?

i'll bring the "beerless beer" bong....

lol

peace&love

[Guest Ami James]

Cool. Sound like a good plan right there Evan

[Guest Ami James]

LOL... Beerless beer bong

[Guest Ami James]

I have no idea about the cell phone ."Cellphone" was never something I as proficient in lol. Actually, now that I give it some thought, my landphone skills aren't so great either.

We'll be rootin for ya on the parent /kid weekend thig tho. I would say "wear armor" but then I'd just be projecting my own sucky situations lol. I'm sure you'll be fine.

Thanks Evan... But I ain't ready to tell him that I am FTM but he knows I am cross-dresser and that's the only thing he knows about me. I am going to "wear armor and helmet" because I am getting nervous about tomorrow and Friday.

speak of that... I am going shopping for men clothes while I am there... I need some update style.

[Guest Evan_J]

Thanks Evan... But I ain't ready to tell him that I am FTM but he knows I am cross-dresser and that's the only thing he knows about me. I am going to "wear armor and helmet" because I am getting nervous about tomorrow and Friday.

speak of that... I am going shopping for men clothes while I am there... I need some update style.

Sounds like you are going to get away a little bit. Man, that sounds good. Get away....shop....rejuv...dad....you sure you don't need somebody carrying your luggage? lol I think I'm gonna have to mentally project myself to bora bora if this continues

[Guest My_Genesis]

Cool idea! It'll be even cooler if I get my first T shot tomorrow and we can drink to that together

[Guest Ami James]

Evan... luggage? lol... I just thow 'em in the book bag they work as good as luggage .

Cool my G we might gonna do that.... if I am online

[Guest thefireship]

(Imma do this right.)

Somewhere in a city, whose citizens have long forgotten the name of, is a tavern obscurely nestled under the sidewalk off of Main. Its the sort of street you'd catch in old time flicks bent on romance and intrigue, where frequents all manner of life. A place where weekend revelers pour in from the burbs to spill beer and blood across asphalt, while rebellious youth scoff at them for their predictability from their perches of crude cement stairs, predictably exchanging how if there were but more like them, things would be different. Welcome to downtown of downtown, where every shadow has a story and every period replica gas lamp is outshone by its modern day counterpart. Down the row, a threesome of wanderers bid adieu to one within their party, warm and contentedly buzzed smiles on their faces.

After watching the pair disappear into the bustle of bodies up the street, Andre peers into the abyss of stairs leading down to his right. Cast iron rail in hand, he smiles and lets his weight swing him in a casual descent. At the bottom, he adjusts his collar and smooths a hand over his dress coat. Before pushing the brass handle, he peers once more at the number placard by the door, just to be sure. With a steady shove, the thick wooden door yields, exposing his sights to what could only be assessed as a place for men to gather and be themselves...

Deep, richly stained hard wood floors kiss the soles of his shoes across the intimate entrance hall, after which, well walked ornate carpet quiets his steps as he turns into the room proper. Dim ambiance of light and color gently flood the eyes while the din of voices are low and murmured. He slips up to the bar to gather a drink, taking in the aroma of fine cigars, decadent cologne and splashes of bourbon. Enjoying the beads of condensation running between his fingers from his glass, he meanders then, in search of a big brown leather chair to drape himself across like its a throne he's known all his life.

He flops into it most ungentlemanly and grins, "Guys night out eh?"

(Sorry Evan, couldn't resist!)

[Guest Pól]

LOL... Beerless beer bong

You mean beerless beer pong? Or beirut?

<-- just spent the last 8 hours packing up his frat's stuff for next year.

On a related note -- I got included on emails from three different girls asking for help moving this week. One of them was directed to, and I quote, "Dear Strong, Handsome, Intelligent, Courageous and Brilliant [name of university] Men." Granted, this girl was asking us to help her move at 8 AM, but she bribed us with free coffee and breakfast.

What I don't understand is the girls who keep all classes of things they don't need (e.g. notes from every class of every semester), complain about how much they've accumulated at the end of the semester, agonise over them rather than throw any away, and then make other people carry them. (grumble). Also, the shoes. Need I say more?

Where's the cigars? I think I need one.

[Guest Evan_J]

Cool idea! It'll be even cooler if I get my first T shot tomorrow and we can drink to that together

Yes. Tomorrows guest of honor shall be you.

(Imma do this right.)

Somewhere in a city, whose citizens have long forgotten the name of, is a tavern obscurely nestled under the sidewalk off of Main. Its the sort of street you'd catch in old time flicks bent on romance and intrigue, where frequents all manner of life. A place where weekend revelers pour in from the burbs to spill beer and blood across asphalt, while rebellious youth scoff at them for their predictability from their perches of crude cement stairs, predictably exchanging how if there were but more like them, things would be different. Welcome to downtown of downtown, where every shadow has a story and every period replica gas lamp is outshone by its modern day counterpart. Down the row, a threesome of wanderers bid adieu to one within their party, warm and contentedly buzzed smiles on their faces.

After watching the pair disappear into the bustle of bodies up the street, Andre peers into the abyss of stairs leading down to his right. Cast iron rail in hand, he smiles and lets his weight swing him in a casual descent. At the bottom, he adjusts his collar and smooths a hand over his dress coat. Before pushing the brass handle, he peers once more at the number placard by the door, just to be sure. With a steady shove, the thick wooden door yields, exposing his sights to what could only be assessed as a place for men to gather and be themselves...

Deep, richly stained hard wood floors kiss the soles of his shoes across the intimate entrance hall, after which, well walked ornate carpet quiets his steps as he turns into the room proper. Dim ambiance of light and color gently flood the eyes while the din of voices are low and murmured. He slips up to the bar to gather a drink, taking in the aroma of fine cigars, decadent cologne and splashes of bourbon. Enjoying the beads of condensation running between his fingers from his glass, he meanders then, in search of a big brown leather chair to drape himself across like its a throne he's known all his life.

He flops into it most ungentlemanly and grins, "Guys night out eh?"

(Sorry Evan, couldn't resist!)

Oh I like you lol. You get to stay. You get two (hands cigars)

I always wanted a cool boy-hangout.

You mean beerless beer pong? Or beirut?

<-- just spent the last 8 hours packing up his frat's stuff for next year.

On a related note -- I got included on emails from three different girls asking for help moving this week. One of them was directed to, and I quote, "Dear Strong, Handsome, Intelligent, Courageous and Brilliant [name of university] Men." Granted, this girl was asking us to help her move at 8 AM, but she bribed us with free coffee and breakfast.

What I don't understand is the girls who keep all classes of things they don't need (e.g. notes from every class of every semester), complain about how much they've accumulated at the end of the semester, agonise over them rather than throw any away, and then make other people carry them. (grumble). Also, the shoes. Need I say more?

Where's the cigars? I think I need one.

passes you one

That (the woman thing) is because if they don't they won't have anything to call you for. 80% of the purpose you exist is for them to tell you what to move or whats broke.

On the upside though when they do (and for some reason it works better for me if its something to move....) they make sure you feel good doing it. They make sure they affirm you're a mantype deal.

[Guest Lee-Asher Geo-James]

Sounds like a good idea!!! And I should be around this weekend!!!! *Cheers*

[Guest Ami James]

*sneaking in to see what's new going on and shakes his head*

beirut?

It been forever since I heard that word lol.

did someone said cigars?

Lol

[Guest cael]

im not going to be on this weekend unless i beg... and i don't beg... so i guess have fun and drink/smoke one for me *steals a cigar on his way out*

[Guest Evan_J]

*sneaking in to see what's new going on and shakes his head*

beirut?

It been forever since I heard that word lol.

did someone said cigars?

Lol

I know, the word gave me "flashbacks" lol

Definately a cigar for you.

And Cael (shakes head) you deserved one anyhow, ya didn't have to filch it, ya' been going through a lot. -Hope that award/gramma thing works for you/

[Flint]

*is Smoking a real cigar while reading this and looks smug*

[Guest Evan_J]

*is Smoking a real cigar while reading this and looks smug*

yeah I'd scowl at you cuz I'm jealous but I imagine that smells good. **tries to cyber sniff "sniff-sniff"

[Guest Ami James]

*walkin' in to check on everyone.*

Howdy

I will try to be around. Gonna try if I will be on the cell or someone let me borrow their computer.

Thanks for cigar. I will try be on... If I can't then i will be back when I can.

Gonna have fun... But my real father.... lol... he will be in for a surpise because I am not acting like who I used to be now... As what my step dad said. "I am becoming on my own "man" "

[Guest My_Genesis]

Yes. Tomorrows guest of honor shall be you.

When it finally happens I will let you know so we can have a virtual beer and cigars par-tay.

[Guest Evan_J]

When it finally happens I will let you know so we can have a virtual beer and cigars par-tay.

**throws arm around your shoulder. Don't worry RJ. Right now unload. Fireship whipped us up a helluva joint. Ours from now on. Select a chair. Lounge. Feel the machismo.

Here. (taps a "mysterious " keg. profers the drink)

You know what you ought to do? (goes off on totally random topic) You should swear off explaining yourself. Your exdoctor? Butthole. He was new though wasn't he? Not the pediatrician? I know you want all the med people to be on the same page, that's wise, but you really don't need to ask permission from doctors to start hrt. You have the Tletter saying you're fit to do it, just approach whoever, tell him how it is, find out if he wants to be in it with you and say "thank you' fully expecting he's gon hand you this script. He knows you're healthy cuz he checked you out himself ( meaning the doc you haven't gon to yet) , has the letter, there is no one else he needs to talk to , stop offering em people.

[Guest My_Genesis]

**throws arm around your shoulder. Don't worry RJ. Right now unload. Fireship whipped us up a helluva joint. Ours from now on. Select a chair. Lounge. Feel the machismo.

Here. (taps a "mysterious " keg. profers the drink)

You know what you ought to do? (goes off on totally random topic) You should swear off explaining yourself. Your exdoctor? Butthole. He was new though wasn't he? Not the pediatrician? I know you want all the med people to be on the same page, that's wise, but you really don't need to ask permission from doctors to start hrt. You have the Tletter saying you're fit to do it, just approach whoever, tell him how it is, find out if he wants to be in it with you and say "thank you' fully expecting he's gon hand you this script. He knows you're healthy cuz he checked you out himself ( meaning the doc you haven't gon to yet) , has the letter, there is no one else he needs to talk to , stop offering em people.

ok, i will do that once i find a doctor

[Guest Ami James]

Look like it work 4 me. A Cellphone i have work 4 this site. Today in Kentucky go smoothly so far.