Stucky Question Of The Day: Hypocrites

I meant 1 ounce of Smirnoff, and 4 ounces of the other, but perhaps the other might do also.

We are ALL hypocrites in one way or another, it is probably our original sin.

Here is my biggest, I won’t let my daughter cuss but my mouth would shame a sailor.

Second biggest is the fact I still smoke while touting healthier eating. I look at it as yin/yang, but really it is hypocrisy at its finest.

Third is that while I dislike outright bigotry, I still, in my heart, think and feel way too much of it, exactly like when I see a really fat person. From what I have learned about our environment, our food, our health recommendations, I know that odds are good it truly is not their fault, yet I still judge them.

Hugs Stuck, and this is five!

There isn’t enough time and space here to begin to “complain” about my hypocrisy much less the vast amount I see everywhere else. I would even “complain” some about God and Heaven (although it’s my own faults I’m sure). I’m glad to see even the great Stucky a little humble about personal faults (although he reminds me of the Fonz saying he’s sorry).

Fine I’ll join the fucking hypocrite club.

I text while I drive, all the time, and then complain when others do because they are maroons.

Anyone that drives faster than me (and I speed) is a maroon.

Anyone that drives slower than me is a maroon.

I say to my liberal friends that I have black friends, but I don’t and I don’t trust the black element in certain parts of towns and go out of my way to avoid.

I say to my liberal friends that I have gay friends, but I don’t. I think good looking lesbians are hot but bull dykes and gay dudes are gross as hell.

I bitch about my secretary getting online and shopping for shoes at work, and I’m on TBP so much, for stress relief I guess…

I stress to my employees to watch out for debt, but I’m a gadget nut and have to buy the newest camera lens, or tripod, and now I’m shopping for a airplane again….

I bitch about kids on their phones, and I’m always on mine, checking weather, checking the market, checking Instagram, etc. etc. etc.

I hate being alone almost as much as I hate being around people.

I’m actually an ISTJ, so no worries stuck. Mea culpa:

– I preach low carb and healthy eating, but eat carb laden agribusiness soul food most times I eat out.
– I lament the decline of chastity and virtue among modern women, while pushing for intercourse with new partners as soon as possible
– I tell people with shaky financials that the most important thing is to track their cash flow, but I never feel the need to do it myself

I was drinking a coke Icee literally while typing the shit about HFCS. I was sick and had a sore throat and it helps, so fuck you. I constantly look for new organic foods to get, and preach to others about organic foods, and I smoke. (But they are made from organic tabbaco). I freak the fuck out when other people text while driving or talk on the phone while driving, but I tell myself that unlike those fucktards, I can and do maintain a constant speed and stay in my lane while doing it, so fuck them. I also complain about young people in their stupid smart phones all the time, but I am typing this on mine. I eat almost all organic foods because I hate putting weird shit in my body, but every time I go to the gym to lift heavy I take double the recommended serving of pre workout powder which I have no idea what kind of bad shit is really in it accept a bunch of caffeine, and the list of shit on the back is almost unpronounceable, meaning I would NEVER eat that stuff if it was food, which directly violates my rule about if it’s got that many syllables in it, it ain’t real food, yet I drink it 3 or 4 times a week. I’m sure there are more, too, but that’s enough for one post.

I preach low carb but just made 3 mindlessly delicious loaves of wheat bread – made with honey, yogurt, pecans and raisins. I toast a slice, cover it with butter and honey and vow to walk 5 miles tonight.

Well, I lie. I will only walk the 1/4 mile to the mailbox and back.

Diet, consumerism, and buy American.

I often make fun of stucky masturbating but I do it five or six times a day while driving my truck especially on long drives through the desert. Also little bb is not a cat. It’s a blow up doll I bought at a truck stop that has real hair on her pussy parts.

I must own up – that last llpoh was not me. It was a very well done dopple. I suspect it was Stuck.

I never wanted to be a cowboy. Cowboys save the fair maiden. Indians drag said fair maiden off for nefarious reasons. It was a no brainer – cowboys were obviously pussy idiots.

Re big titted secretaries – now that certainly will test the mettle of a man. If our illustrious presidents cannot maintain control, then how can we mere mortals do any better? Whenever I am tempted, I remember my dear, sweet loving missus, and once the wave of fear washes over and past me, I find the temptation has disappeared. It is miraculous.

This show-your-cock lovefest is absolutely sickening. All day long I’ve been fixing this shack I call a house only to come in and read this cockfuck psychobabble? Derp! I’ll probably regret this but what the fuckstick I’ll go ahead and play. My knockout gorgeous Herm wife is my second wife. My first wife was a Negress I married when I was young and stupid and stationed in Fort Campbell here in Kentucky. She fucked me over good and hard in the divorce. Derp! She’s the real reason I hate niggers, even though most of them are decent folk.

I grew up on a little farm at the end of the school bus route, outside a small New England factory town where my parents worked under medieval conditions. I went to a small tech college in upstate New York and met up with a bunch of smart ass guys like Stucky who could verbally skewer a naive country honk like me in a New York second. I spent 5 years with those bastards and never came close to achieving their instant comebacks and acerbic wit. I did, however, learn to be very careful about what I said. When I read that Herr Stucky grew up in Newark it all came together. We are a product of our environs and all those guys were from Northern Jersey, NYC, Brooklyn and Queens. Born ball busters!
So I am wondering why Stucky came up with this confessional tell-all thread, which, by the way is really a hoot. It is so out of character for denizens of the Greater Metro area, where no quarter is given and no error or mistake acknowledged. Perhaps Ms. Freud has been a positive influence?
Ever since one of my 6th grade classmates tried to get a bunch of us to climb the hill behind our school, sit in a circle and show each other our weenies I have been very leery of any show and tell activity. He was the biggest guy in the group, already shaving and we were skinny little twerps with nary a hair on our tiny scrotums. Nothing to be gained there. We all laughed nervously and walked away.
I like the Bard’s line “To thine own self be true, And it must follow as the night the day thou canst not then be false to any man”. Nice sentiment, tough to follow. Me, I gave up a professional career to seek a living in the country and pretend to be just another hillbilly driving a semi-beater truck, wearing denim, work boots and a ball cap appropriate for the occasion. I pretend to be interested in our big time college sports teams so I can sound halfway intelligent at the feed store. Whatever… it is fun.

Here is a picture of my 12″cock. Impressive, don’t you think?

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What is reality and the meaning of life eh…
Well, the answer is THIS:
To bond completely with another entity, with no desire for personal gain.
Money and wealth are irrelevant
Appearances are irrelevant
Lifestyles are irrelevant
Love is irrelevant
Oneness is everything

Let me guess – you don’t understand, right ?
Of course you don’t …..

@Bob,

Don’t feel bad. Bankruptcy is not immoral unless practiced as a deliberate strategy. Lenders loan you the money knowing that some percentage of debtors will default, it’s priced into the interest rate.