I like the Walk Off The Earth version better myself, but hey - what do I know?
Nice. I wish him all the luck in the world. As long as he's using his own money that is...
That's a cool video. I've been a Pink fan since "Dear Mr. President", and I've always liked that song.
That's awesome. Okay, to be brutally honest, only three of the five are "playing" the guitar. The other two may as well be sharing a child's toy piano. But as a guitarist, I can't imagine how much rehearsal time must have been spent, in order to get it done all in one take. At the risk of sounding repetitive... I repeat... it's awesome.
Honestly, there is no specific race that I would say, "Oh, she's [insert color here]. no way would I have sex with her..."
Beauty is evident in more things than simply skin color. I've known girls of all colors that were unattractive to me - just as I've known girls of all colors that knocked my socks off. So in a nutshell... no.
"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power."
-- Abraham Lincoln
Personally, I've never understood chastity devices. I just don't get it. Forcing yourself to suffer until some significant other decides you've been a good boy and can be let out for a few moments? Where does that get fun?
I have. It wasn't because we got any kind of illicit thrill out of it, nor did we desire to make a fool out of him, or anything like that. It wasn't any kind of power trip at all. I was in my early twenties, and so was she. She was married to a guy that would rather get hammered on beer and pass out on the couch than make love to his slim, athletically attractive wife.
It started out innocently enough. She and I were friends, we talked. We both had a lot in common. We were all part of a group of friends that hung out together - I worked nights and she worked a split shift. Occasionally, some of us would go to the beach as a group, or to breakfast as a group - it was nothing for the two of us to get together once in a while. Breakfasts led to hanging out at her place. Skinny-dipping in her pool during the hot Florida summers. She had unfulfilled needs, as did I. We used each other as a means to an end. Our affair lasted a few months, then eased to a close as gradually as it began.
I have no regrets about that period in my life. We were both adults, we were friends, and we both knew that our sexual relationship would in no way endanger her marriage (unless he found out, which we took great pains to avoid). After me, I'm sure there were others. Thinking about it, there were probably others before me as well. She was there for me, and I was there for her, when we each needed someone. If that's not true friendship, I don't know what is.