Ok, so today I am on the highway doing 80mhp, my average. All of a sudden, I get this feeling to go faster. So I step on the gas and I am doing 90...not enough, 100, no enough, 105, not enough! 115, finally my whatever is satisfied. After hitting 115, I get a second feeling to simply stick my head out of the window and roar. So there I am on the highway doing 115 with my head out of the window, roaring like a goddamn lion. Un fucking believable. I was laughing at the absurdity and satisfaction of it all 10 minutes later. I do not know from whence this emotion came or why. My question is simply whether anyone has ever had a guttural feeling to simply let go-- like that...
Everytime i see the train i feel like taking the plunge in front of it. Not because i am suicidal by any means but merely for the thrill of it and to see what 100s of tons of steel feels like when it meets your lbs of hands. You know...like how Superman stops trains...something like that. Ofcourse I do not jump but hell given immortality I would be riding those rails every fricking day.
I did that all the time on my motorcycles. I'd hit over 120 many a time and feel the wind rushing across my face, very stimulating isn't it! I never wore a helmet when I use to ride motorcycles so the rush was always a snap of the throttle away!Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
I get that guttural feeling when I'm at the supermarket, stuck behind a dithering old lady as she hogs the whole aisle with her trolley. The feeling for me is that I would sooooo love to prod her with a cow prod and when I'd hear that zzzzzzzzttttt sound as she'd jump out of the way from the shock... I would then cackle like a maniac... hehehe However, as I do not want to go to jail, I refrain from following that feeling. But the thought is always there when I'm in that situation and well... it is but a dream...Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
"the greatest trick the Devil ever played was to convince the whole world that he didn't exsist" -usual suspects.
man i love that feeling alothough it can lead to trouble. the other day i was just sitting around at my friends house and found a tazer one thing led to the next and damn did i bruise
I know what ya mean hed... 200kph+ (my speedo stops at 180, the needle was over the odometer) last nite. Didn't stick my head out the window tho... Too many bugs and I didn't have a toothpick. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! (I do not condone excessive speed in built up areas... wont somebody please think of the children... Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! )
Little Bantam - "Good for you" is precisely what I was thinking. Apart from your obvious inability to grasp the definition of the word "gutteral" (or to spell it), it also seems you think that this sort of thing might be in any way unusual. Unless of course, you were merely puffing up those feathers of yours for the barnyard admirers... again. There are quite a few hollywood teen flicks with this sort of thing as a standard scene. Perhaps this is where you get your inspiration?
You know what Marquis, I am unsure why you have been forever trying to annoy or be disparaging? Hmmm, I'm not sure that's the word I'd use however, since your attempts have almost always been pathetic. Rememeber when I previously asked if you were a catholic school girl, by reason that you punched like a little catholic school girl. The funny thing is that you do indeed fit the banner. You are screaming "take me hed..." whilst you throw your playful punches. I'm sorry Marquis, but middle aged white aussies who lock themselves up in their room along with wine, cheese, and porn, aren't exactly my cup of tea. And again it seems like you haven't learnt how or when to insult. I recall that you previously attempted to correct my spelling as an insult-- funny, you were incorrect. This time is no different, and it seems you won't learn. The spelling of guttural is perfectly fine; and roaring would be a guttural sound. The emotion was simply distinguished as feeling.
OI!! I was a catholic school girl (long long ago) and I punched goodPlease Register or Log in to view the hidden image!! Sigh... I didn't know that was badPlease Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Puts away the wine, cheese and pop corn (don't have porn).. only corn... away sob... And what's wrong with being middle age? Not that I'm middle age or anything.. Errr ahem.. ummm.. nevermind... Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Bells, since you admire me so much, know that the Marquis is male-- or at least pretends to be, and that my dear, is the significant difference. But were you a little catholic school girl? Awww. It's ok, my cavegirl, you have no porn nor are you a moron. Ummmm. done. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Yep!! Had the pig tails and everything. Looked real innocent and acted demurely and in a charming manner (and do not even think of scoffing lol).. That is until someone made fun of my dolly and I punched him and gave him a black eyePlease Register or Log in to view the hidden image!... lol.. He ran home crying to his mummy (he was a mummy's boy) and I got into trouble... that damned sissy cost me a trip to the movies as punishment if I remember correctly. And my telling my father at the time that if he hadn't taught me to not punch like a girl, that I wouldn't have done it... errr that didn't go down too well with papa and I had to stay home in my room and 'think' about what I had done wrong. Sigh... that was a long 3 days that I stayed in that room... purgatoryPlease Register or Log in to view the hidden image!.. In the end the parents felt sorry and let me off the hook... lol... either that they knew I wasn't going to give in because I knew I was right in principle!! No one made fun of my dolly! A dolly can be a precious thing to a 6 year old who knew how to defend herselfPlease Register or Log in to view the hidden image!.
Aussie, I knew you would eventually go down that line. No, I did not fail. I taught you that guttural is indeed the correct spelling and that you still haven't learnt how to flame. That is productive. Besides, you are my favorite specimen, and thus, I left you with a goodbye present. Be content in your relative mediocrity. Bells, Ha! The significant: "hadn't taught me to not punch like a girl, " Hed, out and done.
Originally posted by thefountainhed Yes, of course you did. You knew that I was going to say that I knew you were going to say that you knew I was going to say that I knew you were going to say... Yes, you did. A whole post about your unwillingness to engage in further inanity, and here you are. Again. The irony is in you speaking of test subjects. My comment was aimed at your use of the word. It describes a sound. Not an instinct. Perhaps you were alluding to a "gut instinct" but got it all wrong? Do some more wriggling, please. I find it so very entertaining. As for flaming - all I've seen you do is speculate on my home life, my sex habits, my physical appearance, and several other things of which you know absolutely nothing. When that fails, you simply call people unimaginative names. Your "flaming" is nothing more than schoolyard taunting, and quite frankly I'm waiting to see how long it is before you tell me your dad is bigger than mine. *chuckles* Speaking of specimens, when I was young I used to pick out an ant from the nest and put it in all sorts of different situations, to see what it would do. I suppose I haven't changed all that much. That makes three times... a thread dedicated to it, and twice in this thread already. Are you really done this time, or are you going to keep bashing your head into a wall? Maybe you'd like to call me some more names? Make more references to screwing asses (something you seem to do a lot...)?
