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21 years old, can't retract foreskin to expose more than a size of a nickel when erect. This negatively affects our sex life and is really pissing me off. What's going on, and how can i fix this?

PS: Lube doesn't work for ****

The melody is 8-bit (think Super Mario Bros. tone quality), and there is a black guy that keeps saying "switch-off" throughout the song.

I decided to Facebook stalk someone and found this on his wall.

To her friends, family, and all whom it may concern:

There's nothing okay about what I did, and I fully realize that now, and unfortunately, not only I must suffer, but she as well. I'm so, so sorry for everything, but that doesn't make amends for even a second. There will always be a blistering reminder of the vile wretch that I am, and I hope that one day I can attempt to move past that, to move past hurting those I love so dearly, but that day seems extremely far off. Give her support in these dire times, and I expect no forgiveness.

I may have ended up in it, I need confirmation.

I took a young lady - "A" -out on a date a few weeks back.

Last night, "A" and our friends got together for a fire.

I took in a few shots, had some fun.

Later on, I got with "A" and asked her if she was interested in a relationship.

She told me "I'm not looking for a relationship, but I do think you're an awesome guy."

Her roommates told me she was interested in me, and "A" herself admitted she was attracted to me, but now it seems she has lost interested. Have I entered the point of no return? If I have... oh well. At least she kept the flowers I gave her.

Allright, gang; I've been friendly with this young woman -"A" from here on out- that I met a month back at a university; she's very shy and reserved, but can also have a good time. It came to my attention that she was interested in me.

Last night, "A", her roommates,and a few other pals and I all gathered for a bonfire. Of course, there was alcohol. At first, I was excited to bond by fire and socialize with these friends of mine. When the alcohol came out, I was not in much of a hurry to drink.

"A" and her roommates started drinking and were buzzed after only half an hour of being at the fire. Myself and the other two guys that came with us were maintaining the fire. After a bit, "A" walks up to me and starts trying to dance with me, and also offers me alcohol. After some resistance, I pick up a Mike's Hard Lemonade (great stuff, by the way). I hadn't had half of it even after three minutes, and already "A" was pressuring me to down it and chug more with her.

After more partying, music, and drinks, "A" began to flirt a bit with me -I knew it was the alcohol, because she would not flirt as openly as she did had she been sober-. She sat on my lap, wrapped an arm around me, played with my hair, ear, all that. At this point, I was only a bottle of hard lemonade into the party. She continued drinking, and before I knew it, "A" and I were being pressured to kiss each other. After a cheesy kiss on my part, we were soon in each others arms.

I began talking to her as we held each other, and I asked "A" if she was drunk yet. She replied "kind offff..." and poked one of the dimples that occasionally appear on my cheeks. I told her that I didn't want to continue or return any of the affection she was trying to show me because she was drunk. She acknowledged that I did not want to take advantage of her, but continued the intimacies anyway.

After some peer pressure, I had downed a third of a bottle of HPNOTIQ (good ****, btw). At this point, I was dizzy. I could still think straight, but boy was I dizzy. We held each other, only a few feet away from the fire; the both of us keeping ourselves stable and preventing each other from falling into the fire or onto the various pieces of scrap metal and random burnt **** that lay around the fire pit. We began to make out, I began touching (mostly her stomach, hands, and breasts), and kissing her neck and the back of her neck as I pulled her closer to me from behind her and I couldn't quit thinking whether or not this was fair. She was drunk, probably had lost her sense of judgement, but assured me that she was fine. More people showed up, and as they did, "A" and I continued doing our PDA only feet away from the fire, and not paying mind to the others that were showing up. Among the things we shared with each other...

"I want you to want me." - "A"

"I really, really like you. A lot." - self

"You're a natural." - "A"

"You make an excellent kisser." - self

After what seemed like eternal bliss, everyone began packing up and we all got into our vehicles. The next twenty minutes down the road was comprised of my resting my head on her lap, our hands interlocked, my feeling her face, her playing with my hair, ear, etc.

It was a great ******* night, man.

Right, the question. After that novel, you're wondering what my point was.

My question... after the passion, affection, the intimacy, the wonderful connection we experienced that night; I must force myself to question the legitimacy of it all. She was drunk, I was heavily buzzed (let me remind you that had I been sober, I would not have let any of this happen). I want to pursue an actual relationship with her, but I don't know if the alcohol forced her to open up more or if she used it as an excuse to have fun with me. I really, really am fond of this young woman... but based on the fact that alcohol was involved...

...can I really remain this close to her in sobriety? do I have to go through all the steps in order to begin a relationship again? How do I approach her the next time I see her? Do I kiss her? Hug her? Slap five?

I am awarding best answer, your input is greatly appreciated.

Just wondering.

I own an Ibanez SR305, and the strings I currently have are D'Addario XL Chromes which give me an okay growl, but I want alot more. I've heard roundwounds are horrible for fretless basses as they scratch up the neck badly, but I've also heard that the ebonol is good for protecting the neck.

The tone I'm trying to get is that similar to Jaco Pastorius' fretless tone. I've heard he used RotoSound RS66 strings, which I intend to get. My only concern is that they are roundwounds.

My questions:

-Is it safe to use roundwounds on an ebonol fretboard?

-If it is safe, what's a good brand of varnish I can use to coat my fingerboard to make it look better and to keep it protected?

Thank you.

He disgusts me. I hate him, and I wish the US would come to its senses and get rid of that scum.

The scale is not major or minor.

The scale starts on E.

It has six notes to it; 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8.

*This scale is used by R. Vaughan Williams in "Fantasia on Christmas Carols"

Just want to know if it is possible, and if you know a link where I can get it, please provide it. Thank you!

Just need to know, up til "H" in the score.

I'm on the Linksys website, and i'm trying to download the driver for product WRT54G, but when I download a driver, it is a .bin file, which I can't open because I have no default program to open it with. How can I get this thing going?

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Just tell me what the comic is about, I'm not totally understanding it. If you can give me a good answer, then I'll reward you.

I was playing, and I minimized chat. Now I can't see the chat box anymore! How do I make it come back?

I was training my Diglett, and before it evolved it tried to learn Earth Power. However, I accidentally said give up on said move! The move tutor in Pastoria City won't teach Diglett the move; how can I get my Diglett to learn Earth Power again?

It's confusing, because it says that it has

Internet: WAP 2.0, GPRS, EDGE, web browser

but it has no WiFi, which is confusing. I've found that internet use is not possible, but what does that all mean? the WAP, GPRS, EDGE, all that?

I put my computer on stand-by, and a few minutes later when I resume, I am greeted by the infamous blue screen. What's going on? I can't go on standby anymore without crashing.

In my workplace, my coworker and I were given the task of cleaning. We found a water canteen that had "FIRE EXTINGUISHER" slapped onto it. It belonged to a Father of a church that had burned down a few years ago. Is it ironic in any way that it would say "Fire Extinguisher" on the canteen? My coworker thought so, but I didn't agree.

Obama's getting there.

I LOVE IT

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