Gromit posted:

So what is the penalty for failure to do so anyway?

Gromit posted:

So what is the penalty for failure to do so anyway?

JULIAN ASSANGE posted:

On the subject of things that aren't Spirit Hoods, Here's a video of a Japanese TV show making GBS threads all over an American otaku living in Japan.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecwRObqxUQ8

JULIAN ASSANGE posted:

On the subject of things that aren't Spirit Hoods, Here's a video of a Japanese TV show making GBS threads all over an American otaku living in Japan.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecwRObqxUQ8

Effingham posted:

Davido-kun. Davido-KUN. He's 21, and they call him -kun. Not surprising, he comes across like a (sad) little boy.

DrHerpington posted:

gently caress.

That reminded me of that "Spirit Hoods" thing. It's those stupid animal hats with mittens, just with a brand name now. Spirit Hoods:lovely hats as Skullcandies:headphones. A ton of people at college started buying them at the end of last year and watch as they become something this fall: fedoras with fur.

Kaiju Cage Match posted:

Here is a hella weird hat:

Tardcore posted:

I'm all for that, walking around like some sort of crazy medicine man.

Kaiju Cage Match posted:

Here is a hella weird hat:

Kaiju Cage Match posted:

Speaking of fur fedoras:

Effingham posted:

Davido-kun. Davido-KUN. He's 21, and they call him -kun. Not surprising, he comes across like a (sad) little boy.

Nauta posted:

What the gently caress is a -kun?

1-800-DOG-LAW posted:

I am not a book posted:

I don't get it.

I am not a book posted:

I don't get it.

quote:

Date: June 2, 2011
Subject: Creepy SA Post!
Text:

First off this is a fresh registration for the sake of privacy.

I have an overwhelming obsession with panties.

I think it started when I was young, probably seven or eight years old, and was in a department store with my mom. She was looking for clothes and I wandered off a few steps and ended up in the female underthings department. For some reason I was strongly attracted to the panties on the racks and I started touching them. Some woman saw me and gave me a really strange look; she didn't say anything, but I was smart enough to realize I was doing something that I wasn't supposed to be doing and that it was probably a bit shocking. And I think maybe the naughtiness of that just stuck with me, I don't really know.

I acquired my first pair when I was 12 and was at a friends house. He had a female cousin visiting, she was fifteen, really cute, and I was totally smitten. I took a piece of her underwear from her suitcase on the sly. It was a serious risk because he and his cousin were both in the room, but I somehow got away with it scott free. This is a repeating pattern in my life -- I take an enormous risk to acquire the panties of an attractive female and somehow I never get caught.

That was the first pair I ever acquired, but by god it wasn't the last. If you're a reasonably attractive female and I've had any chance to have your underwear, I've probably done so. Doesn't matter if they're dirty or clean, if they're the lacy super attractive stuff you wear when you expect someone to see them, or if they're just a plain white cotton pair you wear when you're bumming around the house for the day. Doesn't matter, I want them and I probably have them.

It doesn't stop there though.

I remember when I was 21 I happened to be in a Wal-Mart and saw a reasonably attractive female, probably in her late 30's or so, shopping with her husband. She was wearing tight white shorts and you could see the lacy print of her underwear through them. Not very classy but it certainly got my attention, I discreetly followed them all over the store, helping myself to all the good looks I could get. It was wonderful and I wish I could have told her how hot they looked. I've done this on other occasions too, and thanks to cell phones with good cameras I've now got a good collection of pics like this.

Speaking of pics, I spend a lot of my time online talking to women, and I've convinced many, MANY of them to either send me pictures of them in their panties, or in some cases to mail me a pair. I never share these pics with anyone, in fact I guard them quite jealously. I've also bought a couple pairs from ladies who enjoy selling them, but it's not the same for some reason. I'd rather talk someone into it.

Also, just to head off the obvious initial questions, no I don't wear the panties myself, and no I don't masturbate with them/into them because I don't want them getting messed up, I want to preserve them just like the girl had them.

About nine months ago I had to travel out of state for a couple of days on business. I sat down in a restaurant for lunch and my server was this amazingly beautiful blonde, just one of the most stunningly attractive girls I've ever seen. The place wasn't busy at all so I was able to strike up a conversation, and I found out her name was Ashley, she was nineteen and was working two jobs to put money away for college.

Now, this girl was many years my junior and in a different state, so there was no way I'd be able to make a move or anything. I really wasn't even thinking it. But she was so amazingly beautiful that I wanted a piece of her to remember her by. I checked my wallet and saw I had two fifties and some smaller bills in there, and a plan quickly formed. I was nervous as hell but I decided to go for it, after all, if she rejected my offer no big deal, I was in a strange city in another state. I was never coming back to this place, so why not?

When I was done with my meal and she handed me my check, I asked her if she'd like to make a hundred bucks. We'd had a pretty good conversation throughout my meal so she smiled, though somewhat warily, and asked me how she could do that. I told her all she had to do was go into the bathroom, take off her panties, and bring them back to me.

Her response, predictably, was to stammer out a perplexed "what?". I told her she heard exactly what I said and that if she needed a few minutes to think about it that was okay. I had the two fifties sitting out on the table in plain sight.

She backed up a couple of steps and told me to sit tight. So I finished my coffee and settled back; I had a book with me like I always do when I'm traveling alone, so I just read for awhile. It took her about fifteen minutes to make up her mind and come back to me, and when she did she furtively slipped me a pair of sky blue panties, a thong with just a little lace along the waist. And she made herself a hundred dollars to put towards college.

I've tried this seven other times since that day and been successful twice more. I always choose girls who seem to be shy or unassertive, and so far everyone who's said no has kept a cool head, probably because they're afraid the guy who's offering to buy the underwear off their rear end is going to make a scene or stalk them or something. If one ever DOES make a fuss about it I've got a plan that'll probably at least get me a free meal and might get her fired as well, but I hope it doesn't come to that.

Okay so, I've poured out my perverted heart, where's the problem that makes this an E/N thread?

I've had a girlfriend for the last six years, and she had no idea about my little hobby.

Until today.

I keep my collection along with notes about them (what pair belongs to what girl, some details about the girl like name, age, how I acquired them, looks, etc) in this old fashioned wooden box that I've had since I was a little kid. It's got a lock on it but it's a flimsy thing and I usually don't bother. I never worried about her finding the box because I keep it buried under some other stuff in my office at our house, which is the one room of the house that she never, ever goes into.

Until today.

I've been out of town again the last few days, but my girlfriend told me our air conditioner hasn't been working well and she was going to have some HVAC people out to look at it. No problem, we rent so it's on our landlord to handle it and shouldn't cost us a dime. But the HVAC people wanted to look at all the vents in the ceiling to check the air flow, and since we have high ceilings they needed to set up a ladder. My girlfriend had to move some of the stuff in my office so they could get to one of the vents. She picked up the box by it's top handle and since it wasn't locked, the bottom swung down and dumped my entire collection at her feet.

I just had the most gut-wrenching phone call of my life, listening to her explain how this happened. She blew her stack about finding 30 odd pairs of panties in various states of cleanliness along with detailed notes about the girls who wore them and a flash drive full of panty shots from girls I've hung out with online. She's particularly upset about the ones where the notes indicate the girls are thirteen, or fifteen, or whatever young age, because she doesn't understand that I was about that age myself when I acquired them.

I frantically told her that we'd work it out when I get home on Friday evening, please don't leave me, I can explain, we'll talk more tonight after my next round of meetings, blah blah blah. I also begged her not to destroy my collection, that I'd be tremendously hurt if she did that. I don't think she's going to, but telling her that just pissed her off more.

I'm not sure what to do at this point. I can't lose my lifelong collection and I don't want to lose my girlfriend either. I also don't know if I can make myself stop doing this. It's fun, it's harmless, and it's something that I need to do as much as I need to eat, breathe, or sleep.

Now I've got to keep my poo poo together until Friday so I can finish my work and go home to try and salvage this. I have NO IDEA what to do. Even worse, I've got two fifties in my wallet and even with her waiting at home and my life in a shambles, in the back of my head I know I'm going to try and find some cute teenage waitress to sell me her panties. The urge is just too strong.

particle409 posted:

My dad uses coyote faces to make flies for fly fishing. That's basically what they look like without all the bones/flesh that an animal usually has stuffed inside. Like a prop from Silence of the Lambs.

BONUS ROUND posted:

Bad Moon posted:

This looks like it could have been a Team Fortress 2 ad if you got rid of the awkward pasty white guy.

Themata posted:

I clicked on someone's link here cause of furhat chat and this is what I just got



So now I have to clear my browsing history, thanks

For content, I found that I had saved the OP of the panty collector guy that posted on E/N about two years back. Unfortunately that's all I saved before the thread got deleted I think.

Khazar-khum posted:

How did this little horror story end?

HorseRenoir posted:

So chill...

gently caress da Mods posted:

What's so weird about horse cock? Oh god...not the rule. One sec guys

Khazar-khum posted:

How did this little horror story end?

BONUS ROUND posted:

MageMage posted:

Poor doll in the back couldn't even get a date

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**Quote:
Originally Posted by FMaholic
I thought the same, illegal for sure, but I don't know about anything else.

I just hope I never have to play him or anyone in such a state again.

Magic is a thinking man's game, can't really think clearly under the influence so it's not very challenging or fun for me (though it was probably very much so for him).**
With all do respect, your statements reek of extreme ignorance on several levels.

For starters, the player might have a medical condition allowing for a legal exemption which is common in several states and countries.

Secondly, "Magic is a thinking man's game" isn't only politically incorrect, it's borderline sexist. While most players are in fact male, Magic is a thinking PERSON's game and your statement devalues a woman's ability to play and presumes they're less capable of critical thinking which obviously isn't reality.

Third... Hoping that you never have to play with someone in such a state is illogical and contradicts your own conclusions if you honestly believe your other assumptive statement. Despite the seemingly lesser challenge, you would probably have a considerable strategic advantage playing against someone under the influence, hence such a match-up should be desirable and favorable, assuming that you're looking to increase your win to loss ratio.

Lastly... Some of the best chess, go, poker, magic, and risk players I know are people who play under various influences, as are many of the world's best critical thinkers, philosophers, authors, musicians, business owners, and politicians. Making a blanket statement suggesting that anyone who's under the influence of a particular substance is incapable of thinking is a totally inaccurate generalization, and doesn't take into account each person's individual chemical physiology, default brain ability, and tolerance to certain substances.

Out of respect for the opposition and the fact that younger teenagers may be playing at various events, I personally wouldn't consider sitting down for a game drunk or under the influence of anything else, but I have no objection whatsoever if another player does so if that's what makes them feel more comfortable or enjoy the game more. As a matter of fact, I find it much more offensive when someone sits down across from me right after having a cigarette because I find the smell of tobacco overpowering. And even so, I never complain. I see it as an opportunity to reminisce about the time when I was a smoker and say things to encourage my opponent to make the right decision and quit their expensive habit, often using the convincing argument that if they quit after losing the game they'll have so much more money to spend on cards so they can actually beat my deck(s) the next time

Most awkward game for me? Hmmm... that would be hard to pinpoint, and I honestly can't commit to one particular game because I've met a lot of weirdos who play. However, there is this one guy who shows up to one of the local stores regularly wearing clothes which look over a century old along with a three point pirate hat, and for some strange reason I get uncomfortable whenever he's near me. I'm not sure if he just does it to play mind games, has traveled into the future, or if he actually believes he's a pirate, but his character persona definitely throws me off a bit. Perhaps subconsciously I'm just afraid he'll give me scurvy or spike my drink with grog.

MageMage posted:

Poor doll in the back couldn't even get a date