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Dogs and all animals thread

Thanks Analme:) Demien again you project your self perceived superiority by thinking you've *ever* handed anyone their ass, and maybe the mods should chime in and comment to your thoughts about who these "same ones" are that "spend all their time pm'ing them". If you've been reported and then chastised for doing something you should not have, blame yourself, not some "same ones". We are all held accountable for posts that cross the lines.
You took this thread to a whole other level when you twisted allowing a dog to lick a face into someone wanting to have sex with a dog....and when my response to your twisted remark was unflattering, you called me an extremist....lol. Again you like to throw shit, but when it comes back you wince and whine.

Cristy, your slimy back channel behavior is well known, so please don't insult anyone here with some bullshit innocence routine. As they say on Game of Thrones: It is known. People talk, word eventually gets out whether you like that fact or not.

And engaging in revisionist history ain't gonna fly either. No one ever said anything about wanting to have sex with a dog. The remark was in fact about comparing the act of a dog licking a human's face to that of one human kissing another on the mouth - both of which should be considered fairly intimate acts. Go back and read it again, dumbass, slowly. Once again, your limited intellect missed the point as you rallied for another animal rights tirade where it wasn't warranted in the least. The very definition of animal rights extremism at its best.

So since you're all gung ho about throwing shit now, going forward I'll make sure I cut you no slack when you spin up more of your passive aggressive antagonism because you're saying everyone is fair game. Guess that means you too now buttercup, so saddle up.

It will be interesting to see if you can really take it or if you'll go back to your old slimy back channel manipulation routine. Time will tell.
 
Lol, ouch Demien...:Crying2: You are very angry lately, not getting any.....maybe a dog pooped on your 400$ shoes, lol. I'm very scurred and worried, will you also bring your Chinese brother along to help with your intended war:) Btw, isn't is obvious that I don't care what "people" say, especially what is said by those who would share anything with the likes of you. I must say the amount of credit you give yourself is impressive.




















Not really:)
 
@ Cristy: you have MUCH in common with Ms Reverse, and Miss Jessica Lee, who has completed her exit strategy. Props for the comeuppance. You, I only playfully tease in print, because you 'feed the bear'.
 
@flash-thanks, I appreciate the compliment.... and I like to feed bears, dogs and all other animals:)

Quote from Demien3k5-Personally speaking, given the choice between physical intimacy with another human, and physical intimacy with an animal, I'll take my chances with the human as being the infinitely cleaner and safer option.
No one ever said anything about wanting to have sex with a dog. The remark was in fact about comparing the act of a dog licking a human's face to that of one human kissing another on the mouth - both of which should be considered fairly intimate acts.

Just in case there are other "dumbasses" out there I thought I better make Demien's "fact" known to them. Physical intimacy with an animal, means a dog licking your face, not having sex with a dog, just in case another "dumbass" read it to quickly too and missed that factoid. Phew....now that this has been clarified we can now go back to buttering our toastesses....lol:)
 
No one ever said anything about wanting to have sex with a dog...

This statement is false.

Paddy was at confession, and said "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I've been having sex with animals". The Priest said "What kind of animals, my son?". Paddy says "Dogs, Father". The priest says "I'm disgusted, my son. How low can a man go?". Paddy says "I'm not sure Father; maybe a Jack Russell?".

Physical intimacy with an animal, means a dog licking your face, not having sex with a dog...

This definition may well be true, when you personally define the term, Cristy but you are not qualified to speak on behalf of another author, such as demien, who may not share your opinions.

I for one, would be reluctant to pay three bills per hour, for the privilege of licking a courtesan's face, for example, and certainly not, with a rubber on my tongue.

This thread is so getting locked, real soon!
 
Just in case there are other "dumbasses" out there I thought I better make Demien's "fact" known to them. Physical intimacy with an animal, means a dog licking your face, not having sex with a dog, just in case another "dumbass" read it to quickly too and missed that factoid. Phew....now that this has been clarified we can now go back to buttering our toastesses....lol:)

You seem to be the only dumbass out there that is still unable to make the simple contextual connection when someone compares an animal who licks a human's face and transfers its bacteria covered, disease infested slobber to said human's mouth with one human kissing, perhaps even DFKing, another human. Again, sounds like a pretty significant act of intimacy to most who would conceptualize both.

What is so fucking hard about understanding that the chances of getting sick from ingesting the piss, shit, dead animal flesh/bird carrion, garbage residue, and/or other miscellaneous/extraneous toxic contaminants that typically reside in a dog's mouth, cover his tongue, and are slathered by his dog snot and saliva are highest when you allow him to lick your face? Are you that fucking stupid as to deny that that behavior is a significantly higher risk than french kissing your average human? Holy shit woman, you are thicker than a bag of hammers. It's common fucking sense, and the reason very few mothers let dogs, cats, rats, bats, elephants, or any other goddamn animal lick their babies' faces.

Truth is, you understand completely, but could never admit it. That's just who you are.

But hey, we all know that animal lovers will always market that animals are made up of nothing but happiness, loyalty, and innocent wonderment exemplified, and do nothing more than shit cherry flavored jube jubes and piss multi-colored rainbows. This, of course, while allowing their dirty, disease infested outdoor pets to sleep in their beds, lounge on their furniture, soil their clothes, share their plates, and spit-swap each day's unseen outdoor 'animal adventures' with themselves, their kids, and any spineless stranger without the balls to pull rover's wet nose outta their crotch.

You keep fighting the good fight there Cristy! Denial of the truth is hallmark of every good extremist, so you're clearly well on your way to perfection....
 
You, I only playfully tease in print, because you 'feed the bear'.

Such a wonderful love story.

On one side, the pathetic, poor, obsessive-compulsive, social-outcast-dumpster-diver, and back-alley garbage and hobo sleuth who spends the majority of his time patrolling Toronto's shittiest neighborhoods on foot while searching for discarded cum-covered porn dvds, used hypodermic needles, HIV infected beer bottle labels, feral cats to taunt, or elementary school children he can creep out through myriad chain link fences during recess, regularly posting cheap smarm on The Dirty, and perpetually digitally flirting with an equally socially backward escort 1000+ miles away, always knowing he has neither the means, nor the inclination to ever meet her face to face, let alone pay for what he's categorized publicly as her ultra-restrictive, disinteresting services. But always hoping he'll be able to cajole her into posting just one more selfie of her mammarian marvels he can fap to in the lurid dankness of his basement lair, all while typing his latest manifesto one-handed by candlelight.

And she, of limited education, limited intellect, with a limited social circle of friends and virtually zero close relatives of note, living a solitary, if not wildly exotic lifestyle that comes with being a 45+ yo escort in a glittering fast-paced metropolis like Halifax - full of high rollers, jet setters, and whirlwind excitement. Nothing but champagne, caviar, fine dining, art, culture, and high society in that jewel of Canada's eastern gulag. Diligently, yet disingenuously flirting with the hobo-sleuth and other similar lonely hearts from 1000+ miles away, always knowing she has no real risk of ever having to meet him (or any of them) face-to-face given his limited means and eccentric priorities, and inwardly giggling in the secret knowledge that she'd never accept him as a client anyway because of his regular online manic depressive outbursts, his self-proclaimed love of his social-outcast-dumpster-diver, and back-alley garbage collector lifestyle, not to mention his generally creepy and unpredictable nature.

Yes, if ever there was a match made in heaven, a pair of truly star-crossed lovers, a true ever-after epic of love to astonish and amaze the masses of online rubberneckers, Flash and Cristy are indeed a romance for the ages.
 
Hum,back to the program if we may?

Beside the face licking I never know how to react when the,badly behaved dogs of my sister,sniff under my skirt,I tend to jump and push the big dog away (it weight over 100 pds) and when I complained to my sister and ask her what she do when the dog do that her answer was not very helpful as she said ''I just don't wear skirt''...
Not an option for me so what to do? I never had a dog so do not know how to train one.
Should I raise my voice or just push the beast aside is enough.
My solution is cowardly:I do not go at her house anymore...
 
From his profile page: "demien3k5 has not made any friends yet".

demien's plight is described metaphorically in Aesop's Fable "The Fox and the Grapes". In the fantasy world in which his mind resides, he salivates when he sees Cristy's pics, but deep within his psyche, he is loathe to admit that he is unworthy of her, like Wayne and Garth, on a 1990's SNL sketch. having resigned himself to the fact that he will never mature emotionally to the extent that he would have a snowball's chance in hell of getting into her pants, he chooses instead to manifest the frustrations of his own inadequacies by venting his bile, as if Cristy is responsible for being too good for him. Pathos is an ignominious goal for one to seek, but alas, one not uncommon.

It's worse, to be him.

Honestly, dude, it's nothing personal, this is part of how I flirt with Cristy. I amuse her, at your expense. Whenever a man put's a sign on his own back that says "Kick Me", I do. You just don't have your priorities in order. If all of the ladies dislike you, the opinions of the other men shouldn't matter that much, unless you're hoping to bang THEM. You should strive to be a court jester, rather than a buffoon. That's how it's done, son. You've just been schooled.

@ demien: I gave you a funny for #38. If you want to talk smack about me without reprisal, feel free to do so anytime, in a thread in which I don't post. I generally avoid even opening topics with lame titles.
 
If truth be told, I completely agree with Demien and others who would never allow any animal to lick my face but I have to say

Good call...Because your saliva could be hazardous to their health.

It's interesting that everyone here is talking about the transfer of bacteria/viruses/disease from animal to human, but no one has thought of it going the other way.

As a parrot owner, I'm quite well away of this. We often see people letting their birds take food from their mouths, or in the case of the smaller ones from in their mouth. Little do they realize human saliva could kill their companions. There are very few diseases that parrots can carry that can cross species transfer and effect humans, most of which they wouldn't even be exposed to under normal conditions. Meanwhile there is a lot of bacteria native to the human mouth, that can be very harmful to parrots.
 
:Crying2: Demien oh Demien, I think a dog must have licked your face and pooped on your 400$ shoes.......now please stop with your attack, you've crushed my delicate sensibilities and I obviously have ruffled yours, lol. It is funny to watch how angry you get and how demeaning you *try* to be when someone talks back to you. The only thing I can say about you is, you are good at self aggrandizing , poor Demien, poor poor little narcissistic man. Perhaps soon you'll get some ass, then it won't be on your mind so much and your temper will calm, lol. Now tell me more about myself, your imagination is amazing:) ,..........Well, not really:LMAO:
 
Hum,back to the program if we may?

Beside the face licking I never know how to react when the,badly behaved dogs of my sister,sniff under my skirt,I tend to jump and push the big dog away (it weight over 100 pds) and when I complained to my sister and ask her what she do when the dog do that her answer was not very helpful as she said ''I just don't wear skirt''...
Not an option for me so what to do? I never had a dog so do not know how to train one.
Should I raise my voice or just push the beast aside is enough.
My solution is cowardly:I do not go at her house anymore...

Well Lilly keep in mind Demien says my intellect is limited, but with it, I'll still try and answer your question:)Some dogs are scent motivated, obviously you have a scent that attracted the dog and which it liked, none the less, your sister should have control over the dog and have it sit or stay when you are there. It's her dog and she should be the one controlling it. Obviously she doesn't feel that is necessary, or can't be bothered, so if you don't want that to happen and you want to continue visiting you'll have to train the dog and to do so I'd suggest hiring a trainer, not an easy fix, sorry. It is frustrating when owners of large dogs especially, are slack with their training, since larger dogs, badly behaved larger dogs, can certainly be intimidating to some.
 
In the fantasy world in which his mind resides, he salivates when he sees Cristy's pics, but deep within his psyche, he is loathe to admit that he is unworthy of her... having resigned himself to the fact that he will never mature emotionally to the extent that he would have a snowball's chance in hell of getting into her pants, he chooses instead to manifest the frustrations of his own inadequacies by venting his bile, as if Cristy is responsible for being too good for him. Honestly, dude, it's nothing personal, this is part of how I flirt with Cristy. I amuse her, at your expense.
Dude, stop, I can't breathe! :rofl!::rofl!::rofl!: Didn't they ever tell you "You never go full retard!"? :LMAO: What fucking world are YOU LIVING IN!!!??? Get into her pants!? REALLY!? Between the worst boob-job I've ever seen on a human and the Simple Jack bowl cut, I'm having a hard time keeping my testicles from crawling back up inside me to die every time she changes her avatar or posts a surprise selfie in some random mainstream thread! Her blinding fucking stupidity is only exceeded by the overwhelming unattractiveness of her personality. You couldn't pay ME enough to endure that nightmare... Now Flashy, I hear a rabid raccoon just knocked over a trash can of medical waste over behind the hospital, all over a comatose rubbie . If you hurry, you may be able to fight off the raccoon and add something awesome to your prize collection at home. But don't be gone too long! That homeless woman you have in the kitchen is likely touching your stuff while you're gone! SHE'S TOUCHING YOUR STUFF, FLASH! When you're NOT THERE! I know how that irks you, and we can't afford another Jeffery Dahmer moment from you. Especially since they banned you from eating, er' I mean feeding the cats. And rats. Now I know you'll have lots to say in response, but don't type too fast. You'll run out of all the words you memorized from that book "How to Psychoanalyze Anonymous Strangers on The Internet" that you stole from the library cart at CAMH during your 'unfortunate incarceration". You're dismissed now, mister. Run along and play with your little rodent and rubbie friends. You can make some more 'funnies' for Cristy tomorrow, and yes, she'll laugh like she always does, so stop worrying, m'kay? You're still a number one in her books for sure! :wink2: :) To me you're more of a big number two, but you already knew that, didn'tja'?
 
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Hum,back to the program if we may?

Beside the face licking I never know how to react when the,badly behaved dogs of my sister,sniff under my skirt,I tend to jump and push the big dog away (it weight over 100 pds) and when I complained to my sister and ask her what she do when the dog do that her answer was not very helpful as she said ''I just don't wear skirt''...
Not an option for me so what to do? I never had a dog so do not know how to train one.
Should I raise my voice or just push the beast aside is enough.
My solution is cowardly:I do not go at her house anymore...

Why Do Dogs Like to Sniff Crotches? | Psychology Today
 
Cristy, LarryB, Virus, Primo and all other dog owners members.

Cristy, LarryB, Virus, Primo and all other dog owners members.

Dogs aren't that perfect :Nerd:

 
All this talk about licking assholes reminds me of an old joke which, like the joke "The Aristocrats", varies somewhat, depending on whom is doing the telling.

A student changes schools in the middle of grade one, and he's very shy. On his first day among his new classmates, the teacher asks him his name. In a low, almost inaudible voice, he says "Archibald Ashollict". The teacher says "I'm sorry, you'll have to speak up. we can't hear you". The boy speaks a little louder, but still cannot be heard. The teacher says "I can see that you're very shy, and that's Okay. We have a special way of saying our names around here, where we say each syllable separately . Melvin, you show him how".

Melvin sits in the front row, with an apple on his desk for the teacher, he wears a blazer with a crest on the left side of the chest, hair slicked down with 'greasy kid's stuff', and white shoes, after labour day; a future middle management candidate. Melvin stands up, facing the class, and says, (from the diaphragm), "Melvin Samson. M-E-L, there's your Mel, V-I-N, there's your Mel-vin, S-A-M, there's your Sam, there's your vin-Sam, there's your Mel-vin Sam, S-O-N, there's your son, there's your Sam-son, there's your vin-Sam-son, there's your Mel-vin Sam-son" The teacher says "Thank you, Melvin, now it's your turn".

Archibald stands up, and slowly says "A-r-c-h, there's your Arch. I, there's your I, there's your Archi-I, B-A-L-D, there's your bald, there's your i - bald, There's your Arch-i-bald..." The teacher says "Faster, please, we don't have all day".

Archibald says, quickly "A-S, there's your As, there's your bald As, there's your i-bald As, there's your Arch-i-bald As, H-O-L, there's your hol, there's your As-hol, there's your bald As-hol, there's your i-bald As-hol, there's your Arch-i-bald As-hol, L-I-C-T, there's your lict, there's your hol-lict, there's your As-hol-lict, there's your bald As-hol-lict, there's your i-bald As-hol-lict, there's your Arch-i-bald As-hol-lict".

For the readers in the 'additional preparation' group, think 'Arch-eye-balled- Ass-hole-licked', when spoken aloud, and it's funnier.

@ demien: I HAVE been in the CAMH hospital on Queen Street on many occasions, but never as a patient. One of my former students is a patient in the forensic unit, (I used to teach computer skills part-time, as a volunteer job, nearby). The forensic unit is for people sentenced to the hospital by the criminal justice system. Some,but not all, of the patients are allowed to leave their unit un-escorted, or to leave the hospital grounds, for a specific period of time, depending on how well they have been behaving. That's a very evil place. I refer to one of the female forensic psychiatrists as "Josephine Mengele". She's sort of a 'Cat Lady with a script pad'. She'd like to have almost all men placed on Lupron, a 'chemical castration drug', so they will not be threatening to society. That's the 'dark side of Feminism'. I gave some of the other patients a good laugh, when I showed them the cover of a 1971 Penthouse magazine, because the Pet of the Month looked very much like this psychiatrist probably would have looked like, in the 70's. I think an egg could probably fry on her forehead, if I showed her the cover, and said "Is this you, Dr XXXXXXX?". I may show pictures of both of them in a private message, but only to Prick.

One of the former in-patients at the CAMH hospital, a Jamaican lady with a sultry 'Eartha Kitt' voice, has made it clear, a number of times, that she would like to get into my pants, but I see some of the 'brothers' giving me the 'Peace "No" emogie face', and I don't know what she was in there for. Maybe she stabs guys who dump her, after a date or two, so I'll pass that one up, but continue to be nice to her, if I run into her, accidentally. I know where to find her, at 11:00 on any weekday. She has to be there, or she's back inside. There was another one who 'gave me the eye' a few times. I know she was in for arson, but I don't know the details. Friendly at arms length is the prudent call; I have a lot of old paper in my house. A man doesn't want to anger a woman deemed 'not criminally responsible' by a trial judge.
 
Dude, stop, I can't breathe! :rofl!::rofl!::rofl!: Didn't they ever tell you "You never go full retard!"? :LMAO: What fucking world are YOU LIVING IN!!!??? Get into her pants!? REALLY!? Between the worst boob-job I've ever seen on a human and the Simple Jack bowl cut, I'm having a hard time keeping my testicles from crawling back up inside me to die every time she changes her avatar or posts a surprise selfie in some random mainstream thread! Her blinding fucking stupidly is only exceeded by the overwhelming unattractiveness of her personality. You couldn't pay ME enough to endure that nightmare... Now Flashy, I hear a rabid raccoon just knocked over a trash can of medical waste over behind the hospital, all over a comatose rubbie . If you hurry, you may be able to fight off the raccoon and add something awesome to your prize collection at home. But don't be gone too long! That homeless woman you have in the kitchen is likely touching your stuff while you're gone! SHE'S TOUCHING YOUR STUFF, FLASH! When you're NOT THERE! I know how that irks you, and we can't afford another Jeffery Dahmer moment from you. Especially since they banned you from eating, er' I mean feeding the cats. And rats. Now I know you'll have lots to say in response, but don't type too fast. You'll run out of all the words you memorized from that book "How to Psychoanalyze Anonymous Strangers on The Internet" that you stole from the library cart at CAMH during your 'unfortunate incarceration". You're dismissed now, mister. Run along and play with your little rodent and rubbie friends. You can make some more 'funnies' for Cristy tomorrow, and yes, she'll laugh like she always does, so stop worrying, m'kay? You're still a number one in her books for sure! :wink2: :) To me you're more of a big number two, but you already knew that, didn'tja'?

You're trying way too hard to do what comes naturally to me. I get that a lot, from posers.
 
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