Big Mouth's Basement

welcome to my pad...ok, my basement LoL! I must stress that im a vulgar individual that lacks tact and common sense. chances are something on this site will eventually offend you... and thats, ok. This is where i come to speak my mind, share a lil bit of my insanity and basically...relax my BIG brain and run my mouth about useless topics.

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Here is the deal. I love to STIR the SHIT POT lol. Sometimes I like to write poetry, sometimes I like to share some deep inner thoughts -BUT- for the mostpart, I just like to brainstorm...that's why I love being a BIG MOUTH. What I like even more is FEEDBACK. Please leave a comment and I would love to have some spirited discussion on any topic, then CRUSH you with my BIG BRAIN! So check out the blog, stay awhile and come back often. Have a great time - eat dirt. all material is copywrited.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Remember when...you dont, let me remind you :)

Remember the days of sneaking to the phone for late night phone calls that pranced their way to the early morning hours. The cheese 8o’s tunes that you and your girlfriend/boyfriend would proclaim as “your song." what about dancing together in the middle of a gymnasium, trying to sneak your fingers across the belt border, in search of a lil bit of bum grabbin’ action without getting nabbed by a teacher passing by. That, or the ultimate score of somehow getting your hand up her shirt, or her hands down your pants LoL. The nervous trembling hands of a virgin trying to somehow discard the over the shoulder boulder holder :)

Those were the days.

I remember my first kiss, I was no older then 4 and this lil blonde and I were on the school bus…she put her hands down my pants, grabbed my junk and demanded that I stick my tongue down her throat…. Ok, that’s not exactly how it happened. She kissed me and I basically just sat there, confused and completely unaware of what just happened... thinking back, i must of had a chub goin on lol!

My first sexual encounter was pretty much a carbon copy of the story above hahahaha, i was just a lil bit older. Her name was Erin, I was 18 years old and she was 23…she was lacking incredibly in the sex department…I of course, was a fu@king stallion…regardless how small she may say my penis is.

Where did the days of just going for it go, the ages of innocence where you didn’t know any better, furthermore….didn’t care. The older you get the more you tend to complicate things. I think the problem lies in the fact that everything around us changes, job, friends, occupancy, status, responsibility etc.... I guess it's natural that we assume that we have changed as well. When the truth is, in my opinion…we are pretty much the same as we have always been, we just tend to over analyze things instead of just going with the flow. One of my best buddies put it best. "some people are so smart, they are stupid" The same reason why sometimes parents are astonished at some of the things that come out of their kids mouths... kids just see things the way they are, they may not be able to grasp the gravity of the situation, but thats the exact reason why they are able to get past all the crap that we put in our own paths.

Some of have been lied to, made poor decisions in the past and some of us hurt…all of us feeling at one time or another, that we have been deceived, unjustly…so what do we do to make sure that doesn’t happen again, we close that door…or wave red flags when they occur again. Don’t get me wrong, it’s ok to wave the red flags…but if we’re not going to learn from your past mistakes and instead just eliminate potentials in which you may think they will arise, you will miss out on a whole lot of what life has to offer.

Just another random thought. Please leave feedback on the bottom of the page, its greatly appreciated. especially if youre not going to leave a comment, you lazy bastards...

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

thanks a lot and well put...we are "stuck" here. just try and make the best of it :)

Sunday, April 02, 2006 6:11:00 PM  

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