A 40 year old man is suing his parents for getting rid of his extensive collection of porn. He estimated it was worth $28,940.72, but he’s seeking $86,822.16 in damages.
The case dates back to October 2016 when a divorce forced the plaintiff to move back into his parents’ house. He stayed with them for 10 months, living rent-free, but doing chores to pull his weight.
Around 10 months later, the man got his own place and moved out of his parents’ home. His folks had reportedly delivered some boxes to his new home
However, when the boxes arrived, the man noticed many a number of his possessions were missing – in particular, his vast collection of smut. The defendants reportedly told him they had destroyed the entire thing, which was enough to fill 12 moving boxes.
The man then emailed his parents, saying:
If you had a problem with my belongings, you should have stated that at the time and I would have gone elsewhere. Instead, you choose to keep quiet and behave vindictively.
The father had warned the plaintiff he would destroy any porn he found in his son’s possession after the plaintiff was kicked out of high school and college for selling adult content, court documents show.
“Believe it or not, one reason for why I destroyed your porn was for your own mental and emotional health,” the father said in an email to his son. “I would have done the same if I had found a kilo of crack cocaine. Someday, I hope you will understand.”
The plaintiff filed a police report with the Ottowa County Sheriff’s Office, but prosecutors declined to bring charges against mom and dad.
Not deterred, the plaintiff again contacted authorities and claimed many of the videos that were destroyed can no longer be found. The studio that produced them dissolved decades ago.
The prosecutor’s office, again, declined to file charges, so the son settled for the civil suit.
An exhausted dog was pulled to safety by oil rig workers who spotted it swimming in the Gulf of Thailand, 135 miles from the coast.
The moment the dog crawled onto the rusty bars of the rig were captured on video, after workers had called out to her as she swam towards them.
The video was posted Khon Vitisak, who rescued the animal and now hopes to adopt it—if no one steps forward to claim the brown Aspin.
Oil rig workers and animal charities are baffled as to how she came to be swimming so far from shore.
Vitisak said that they only spotted the dog because the sea was unusually calm.
“We found her trying to swim towards our rig, which is about 135 miles from the shore,” said Vitisak. “Thankfully the sea was quite still because the wind was calm. We just saw her small head but if the ripples were bigger, I think we probably wouldn’t have noticed her at all.”
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“After she made it onto the bars below the rig she didn’t cry or bark at all,” he said.
While nobody quite yet understands how this impressive pooch — named Boonrod, or Survivor, by the workers — managed to swim so far into the endless ocean, there are essentially two viable theories thus far: she either jumped off a ship nearby or has swimming stamina that is nothing short of shocking.
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After workers lowered a rope and pulled the dog to safety, the ocean-conquering Aspin could finally stop paddling. As a reward, she was dried, fed, and given a makeshift shelter to rest in. The dog stayed on the platform for two nights before moving on to her next temporary home.
A passing oil tanker was notified of the situation and agreed to let the dog onboard. By using a crane, oil rig workers made sure to safely enclose the animal and lift her onto the northbound vessel. She was taken to Songkhla in southern Thailand on Monday to get some needed veterinarian care.
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As it stands, the resourceful pup is under the care of animal charity Watchdog Thailand and getting a comforting checkup after enduring such an ordeal. Thankfully, everything seems to be in order thus far.
One day, it will be 2024. You will still be you, except you won’t be. Think back to the 2014 version of you. I bet you can barely recognize that person. Whether you’re doing it intentionally or not, people change. You changed, and you will continue to change.
We overestimate what we can do in one year and underestimate what we can do in five. It’s so easy to think “This is my year!” or “In 2019, I’m going to do X”, but a year really isn’t all that much time. It’s already April. Time flies. But you probably realized from thinking about your 2014 self that a lot changes in five years.
In five years, you can be living a whole new life. You could have a family, a new career, live in a new country, or be that person you’ve always wanted to be who works out all the time and actually likes eating vegetables. All you need to do to get there is start working now. Start small, but start now.
Don’t get stuck thinking that you have tons of time. Remember how we’re already into the fourth month of 2019? This year will be over before you know it. Get started. Small changes made every day for five years will amount to big things, and that time will pass whether you’re using it or not.
Most people think it’s nice to be rich because you can buy whatever you want and eat whatever you want. Want to eat a thawed mammoth? It can be arranged. Want to fly around in a working jet pack or jetski in Shaq’s backyard? That’s possible, too. Want the city to shut down an entire interstate for you and your friends to drive 200 mph on public roads? Done.
But that isn’t really what’s so great about being rich. I could eat a $2 meal in Bangkok, and it would be delicious. There’s no need to eat those $400 meals at Michelin-starred restaurants. All the other activities I mentioned are fun, but I can have a lot of fun just playing video games with my friends all night long while eating NYC pizza. There’s really no need to spend a lot of money to have a good time.
Fly first class? No need. When I fly alone, I just book an economy class ticket in the center of a row of three seats. Usually this means that in a not so full flight, nobody will want to sit next to you when they can sit somewhere else. If it’s a couple, they wouldn’t want to be separated. When checking in, you can try to change your seat and can tell from there where the empty seats are. Now that you have the whole row to yourself, you can lift up the armrests and basically have a giant couch that is wider than what first class and business class gets.
As for driving around in a Lamborghini every day? It gets old after a while. Can’t even pick your nose in the car because people keep staring at you. There’s also that myth that you get girls with the car. I find the opposite to be true. First of all, it’s mostly men who come up to you and talk to you because of the car. Secondly, I’ve been told by girls that the car made them not want to talk to me at first because they just immediately assume that anyone who drives a Lamborghini is a douche. Thirdly, you attract a lot of attention from gold diggers. If you’re into those girls, then yeah, it’s a great car to have. But not me.
So what’s so great about being rich? Three things. One is freedom. No more alarm clocks. No more having to be somewhere at some time. Every day feels like a day off. I get to travel the world whenever I feel like it. Last month, I booked a last minute flight to go to another state across the country for a weekend, because a long time friend there needed someone to hang out with after being dumped by her girlfriend.
The second thing is having the ability to help others in a significant way. It sucks to feel like your hands are tied and you can’t help others. That’s how I used to feel when I saw people struggling financially and I didn’t have the money yet to do something about it. Nowadays I have funded other people’s kids’ college funds, tipped people much more than what I was paying for, custom built an Iron Man suit to cheer up kids at hospitals, helped get clean water to villages that before didn’t have access to it, and etc. It feels great to be able to help, especially when I can do it anonymously and just walk away. I learned that the anonymous part is important, because once people find out that you’re generous, all sorts of people will come to you asking you for your money, time, and blood.
The third thing is the ability to save time without feeling guilty about it… Well, slightly less guilty. Since money is abundant for me, time has become my most valued resource, because time is one of the only things in my life that can’t be replaced. So if there’s a chance for me to save time by spending money, I will. For example, I have Global Entry and a APEC business travel card. This lets me have much shorter TSA and immigration/visa lines. It’s not even that expensive to get these things. But back when I was poorer, I would be willing to wait to save money. I would even go out of my way to take the free bridges in NYC because I didn’t want to pay the $8 tolls for the Midtown Tunnel. That’s because I was raised by my parents to save money. So I felt guilty when I was spending money on myself. To this day, I still do sometimes and only buy things when they’re on sale. But nowadays, I wouldn’t mind spending some money if it saves me time.
Also when it comes to spending money on others, I just splurge. Spending money on myself doesn’t always make me that much happier. But I noticed that when I spend the money on others, they feel very very happy. And seeing them smile makes me smile, too. So I’m way more willing to open my wallets when it comes to buying things for others.
So to sum up my experience being rich, it’s more about not having to spend time doing things you don’t want to do rather than about being able to buy things that most other people can’t.
I have trouble writing things like these in public because it can be interpreted as a rich dude being ungrateful for the luxurious lifestyle he has. But it’s more about how I became more grateful for the less luxurious lifestyle that I had all along. I wouldn’t feel so bad if I lived a middle class lifestyle again, and it’s exactly what I do half the year anyway. I move back into my modest house in the block where I grew up in every summer, and my happiness level remains unchanged compared to if I were to go back to my much much bigger house down in Florida. After all, even in my bigger house, I spend most of my time in only three rooms of that house anyway. There’s really not much need to own a big house.
It started with me doing research on mountain lions. I saw some pictures and watched some videos. And something just clicked in me – their faces were absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t stop looking.
Their faces are perfectly shaped, and so expressive. Their eyes are so bright, clear, and knowing – you can see the soul in their eyes. They have flat, rosy-pink noses, and soft, furry, perky ears. Their facial markings are distinctive and really bring out their best features. They have soft, luscious fur the color of brown sugar, and around their snout and jaw, white sugar. And the way they move – so sexy, so graceful, so confident, so seductive.
But the best part of their faces is how expressive they are, how clearly they express their emotions. You can feel their confidence, grace, and majesty. You can see their feelings, unlike many other animals.
Mountain lionesses are perhaps the physical embodiment of pure sexuality and femininity. I mean, if femininity was given a physical shape, it would be a mountain lion. I see a mountain lioness, and I see “I am woman”.
Mountain lionesses represent the purest form of femininity – a seductive, powerful, confident predator on one side, and a motherly, caring, soft protector on the other, perfectly blended into the physical embodiment of femininity.
This extends to some other felines as well – such as cats, lionesses, and tigresses – but not to the gorgeous extent as the mountain lioness.
Compared to mountain lions, human women just cannot stack up. The most beautiful woman on Earth could not possibly hope to even compare to the raw beauty of an average mountain lioness. And, I’m ashamed to admit it, not even my partner does, though I believe she comes the closest.
I have no zoophiliac tendencies, however. I would never actually have sex with a mountain lioness. But if mountain lionesses were intelligent creatures on our level, and had humanoid bodies… sweet mama, I would be in heaven.
I’ve always admired the faces of felines, but it was only recently that I actually found they’re sexually attractive.
You’re 25 years old. You have a great job making great money and you are making so much money, you buy yourself a car, a house, you take lavish vacations, buy lavish things — you have to have the best of everything. It’s an amazing life, right? Some of us get to have that while others don’t. 40 years later, you’re now 65 years old. You put nothing away for retirement at all. The house you have is your greatest asset. It’s market value went up around $200,000. The car(s) you bought — well, they’re antiques now. Some work, some don’t. All those lavish things you bought? Over the years, it’s just stuff. Not that important. You retire on your social security. By then, however, the government has done a lot of shady things — because that’s what they do — you actually cannot collect your full “social security” until you’re 70 years old, but you decide to retire at 65 making you eligible for 50% of your social security. In the now, at 65 years old, what do you wish you did when you were younger? Any regrets about not saving as much as you could have?
Now let’s understand the next scenario, which is almost the same.
You’re 25 years old. You have a great job making great money. You decide to put away the percentage of your age every year (each paycheck), 25=25%, 30=30%, 35=35%, etc. [ The reason you put away more — is because as you age, you care more about your older self because guess what? That’s your best friend right there — 25 is closer to 26 is closer to 27 …. is closer to 50.. is closer to 55.. is closer to 65 — crazy to think you’d be putting away 60% of your paycheck towards retirement at 60 — but in 5 years, that’s your reality — you’re retired! Your 25 year old self didn’t care about your 60 year old self as much as your 55 year old self, and so on. And guess who has money because you, at every age, decided to take care of yourself so that you could retire?] You do have a nice house. You do have a nice car. You do take a few nice vacations, but you’re conservative with your money. You keep putting more money away for your retirement. That age now comes. Over the years, the 401k or IRA has had a few bumps, but for the most part, it has grown around a steady annual return 6% – 7% if you average out the lifetime of that 401k. It’s not particularly the most exciting, but it’s realistic. If you started saving at 25 years old and retired at 65 years old, putting away an average of 1% more each year, you’ll retire with around $2,000,000 or so. You’re also eligible for your social security check at 65, but you decide to use the $2 million to live off of and then you claim the full benefits of your check at 67 (for now) — Congress is trying to raise it to 70 so most of us die before we are eligible.
Now you need to look at your grandparents and your parents history: you aren’t far off from when they pass away. In my case, my grandparents both died at 75 years old. Both my parents are nearing 70 years old. Both have moderate health issues. I can assume that if I eat relatively healthy and try to live a somewhat more-than-sedentary lifestyle, where I take 20–30 minute walks everyday, I have a chance to live until 80 or hopefully longer.
There are two types of older people I’ve seen: those who enjoy their retirement and those whose health decline almost immediately (my dad worked with a guy who was a heavy drinker and smoker — the day after he retired, he had a heart attack and died).
I’d like to think I’ll be in the former, and I am sure risking money right now by putting more away with the assumption that I’ll be able to enjoy it when I’m older, might be worth the risk. It’s like gambling that I’ll live that long… but it’s just money. However, when you’re alive: money matters most. When you’re dead… some of us die with nothing, some of us die with some things. And then there are others who have so much money — they have no idea what to do with it. One thing we all have in common and the only thing that’s true in the end: we’re all going to die.
I have seen both sides:
People who put money away for retirement
These types of people go on multiple vacations in retirement and once they are unable to vacation anymore, they choose to pay for home health care aides and live and die in the comfort of their own home, often surviving for at least 10 years after their health starts to decline — if they don’t live at home, they go into a well-funded assisted living center where they live out the rest of their days independently but with a nurse on staff just in case
People who didn’t
These types of people go into a nursing facility and usually never leave — they often lay in a hospital bed for days, months, possibly even years at a time — family might or might not come to visit — the nurses they are surrounded by are like their family from now on — they have a higher risk of disease and other illness because they are surrounded by other sick people
Most people do not put away for retirement as much as they should at all. They would prefer to think the government cares about them, but unless you’re taking care of yourself and doing things for yourself — the government loves money, but more time is spent regulating it rather than doing anything with it, other than, of course — spending it on well, techncially our highest expense: war. Imagine if the government spent more time putting its money to other resources? Only the lucky few have been chosen to leave the planet when it dies… but that is for another answer.
It’s up to you, but have a conversation with your 65 year old self. There’s only three possibilities that come from that conversation:
We have no money, you need to work and put money away for me (because I can’t do it)
We are on track, but you should put a little more away
We are living an amazing life, you’re doing great!
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Essentially what you ask is this: “Why should I waste money on my older self?” The answer really is this: “Because you choose to do so to give your older self a better life. Unfortunately, your older self cannot work for your younger self, only your younger self for your older self. If you choose not to do so, there is no one who owes you anything towards the last 20–40 years of your life when you aren’t working.”
The hardest part of our lives is accepting the fact that we’re going to grow old and we’re going to die. No one is exempt. I’m sorry. Some of us die from old age, most of us die from our hearts just giving up, and the unfortunate are killed by external forces. You are going to get your first gray hair, and it won’t be the same excitement as the first hair you got on your balls, or maybe it will. Depends on how you look at it. You did live long enough to see it. I have friends that didn’t make it past 25 or 30 — no gray hairs for them. No old age or life for them, either.
By not saving for our future selves, we think we’re going to stay young and live forever. Everyone thinks that way. Unfortunately, you have to have a new reality: “I’m young now. I can work.” vs. When you’re older: “I’m old now. I can’t work.” But unfortunately, you’re now forced to work until you can’t physically do it anymore. Except the truth is: someone has to take care of you — your money will help you have better care. If you got kids who’ll step up to the job: great, but that’s just you being a dependent asshole. Let everyone live their own lives… brighter future knowing the past has taken care of itself.
Do yourself a favor and start treating your 65 year old self like they are a real living person, because — just because you can’t see them, due to the “time reality”, they really do exist at the same time you do. Your past self only exists in memory after this moment, but your future self… is always being written until you die. How you want that future self to be — is what you do now, and that is the beauty and mystery of time.
A lot of people feel like they’re watching the world burn and want to make a difference.
So I get why they’re so passionate about upholding their values. I get that they start arguments with good intentions. But then everyone picks a side and loathes whoever disagrees with them.
Don’t fall into the trap of thinking there are only two sides to every issue: the right side and the wrong side.
Life is not so black and white. This way of thinking makes you:
See anyone opposing you as ignorant and misguided.
Believe everyone is going to force their beliefs onto you.
Demonize dissenting opinions.
Fear and resent anyone different than yourself.
It’s easy to get drawn in by this mindset. You don’t need to use critical thinking skills. You don’t have to patiently debate the facts. You just get to say “I’m right, you’re wrong” and congratulate yourself on the win.
But when your arguing to prove how right you are, you’ve already lost. You’ll never actually change people’s minds or make progress! Instead, you’ll just further divide us.
When you view others as an enemy you have to defeat, they’ll only see you in the same way.
Instead, you must lead with compassion.
Don’t kill the conversation before it’s even started
For two people to genuinely hear each other, there needs to be trust and respect. Both parties need to feel like the other is not there to judge or “win”, but to find mutual benefit, if possible.
You can’t force your ideals down someone’s throat. You can’t try to make them feel stupid or insult them. You can’t speak over them aggressively until they cave to your views.
All those avenues just make people feel like you’re attacking them personally. Like you’re trying to hurt them or take something away that they hold dear.
Once people are in defensive mode, they’re not listening anymore. Their emotions overpower their rational thinking.
Martin Luther King succeeded where many others failed because he understood these principles (just like Daryl Davis). If he came out pointing fingers and putting more distance between races, I doubt he would’ve had the same success.
MLK knew that the only way to solve our issues was to bring us together. Because all want the same things: happiness, security, healthy relationships, and love.
If you can recognize and even draw from these parallels, you will help people feel connected to you. They will begin to drop their defenses. And even if you challenge their emotional beliefs, they’ll still be able to think rationally.
Mechanophilia is a paraphilia involving a sexual attraction to machines such as bicycles, motor vehicles, helicopters, ships, and aeroplanes
1. The tailpipe isn’t the only option! If it interests you, get hold of a silicon sleeve or some other masturbation tool to make life easier on your tool. Note: a possible sleeve is a Hand Job Stroker by Calexotics, obtainable from CloneZone (wank toys dept). Typically a rubber, silicon or similar sheath can also be used elsewhere, especially for cut gentlemen.
2. For those who enjoy the body of a car, licking, kissing, caressing and the normal actions of foreplay work well.
3. Lying on bodywork, with practice can be enjoyable, hot or cold. Key point is to get a feel for what might dent permanently. Cut guys often get more out of humping when using some form of textured sheath.
4. Manual gearsticks can be fun for those inclined to allow the car to return the favour, just be sure of a smooth entry with a custom walnut, carbon fibre or titanium gearknob. Jaguars with walnut knobs work well for this.
5. Leather interiors on luxory vehicles work rather well for humping. Some vanilla folks enjoy this as an alternative to lady palm and her five fingers. Cleans easy too!
6. For hardcore car lovers (trucks too), oily diffs, engines and tyres are an additional turn on. One guy enjoys being squashed this way, another likes to taste the fluids. Most fluids would be hazardous if swallowed in any quantity however.
7. Finally jacking up to jackoff is safest accomplished with ramps rather than just jacks or axle stands. Especially if you and your 4 wheeled friend are “bouncers”. Big wheeled pickups are notorious for this.
8. Privacy is a must except for exhibitionists. Most countries don’t like public indecency whether you are fcuking a car, man or woman. Stick to a garage or workshop where possible.
9. Mixing fetishes can work with cars when used with imagination and care. Watersports is a common addition for many men as are other variations. Leather bondage can be fun too before, during or after serving the car.
10. Roleplay involving the car is another spice. Solo roleplay requires vivid imagination and the ability to suspend rational thought temporarily (some would say permanently). Two or more involved tends to be easier. Big or luxorious vehicles can be served, small sports cars dominated or switched around. Doesn’t always work for me, varies.
11. Roleplay may be a thing for some, but the real thing for me and many is the variety of textures and smells associated with a good looking car. On top of all the other attributes that is. It’s worth exploring new aspects of your 4 wheeled lover each time you have a session, as I did today exploring her tyres during other activities. Variety is the spice of life.
12. I haven’t mentioned fem/car action purely because being a man, I don’t have intimate knowledge of what would really work for a woman in this game. Obviously there is the option of gearknob riding, attachments to replace unsuitable gearknobs and I’ve seen a bumper rider (dildo attached to towbar). However, like tailpipes are not the only choice for men, I can’t believe that penetration by the vehicle is the only choice for women. I hope to see edits adding to this by imaginitive types. I have seen some cool pics of bound women on House of Gord’s website where they are attached to vehicles in various ways, however this wasn’t quite what I had in mind :-).
I met my wife when we were in highschool and we married in college. We have 5 beautiful children together – really, I consider them a total blessing regardless of what I’m about to bring up – and up until a couple of weeks ago I thought that we had the perfect marriage. We were typical highschool sweet hearts, we go out together, we never fight, I feel like I’ve done everything a loving husband should do. I am saying this not to make myself out as the perfect husband, for example my work has always meant I work long hours and maybe haven’t always been there when she needed me, but I want to stress that I’ve never felt our marriage was in any trouble. And never in a million years would I ever have suspected my wife of being disloyal – she’s always done everything she could to support me and take care of our children.
Now, my eldest daughter recently had an ancestry test done. And the results of the ancestry test strongly suggested I was not her father. She confided this to me privately, showing me the results and I could tell she was visibly upset by this. Of course, the first thing I did was reassure her that no matter what, she’s my daughter and I’ll always love her unconditionally. But secondly, the two of us decided to get an official paternity test since the ancestry tests are not completely reliable. It comes back and I am indeed not her biological father.
This news really broke me. I’m ashamed to say I broke down in tears in front of my daughter. The combination of finding out about my wife’s infidelity and how upset I was making my daughter by how I was reacting. I really wish I had kept it in for her sake, but I didn’t.
Following this I asked my other children, except my youngest, to come and see me. I wanted to know the extent of my wife’s infidelity – if it was a one off, I could maybe work past it, especially given how long ago it would be. However I didn’t want to tell my youngest as she is still in school, a teenager, and really I didn’t think it was appropriate to tell her yet.
We tell the other three what has happened, I reassure them that I love them unconditionally and that I’ll always be there dad, but that I need to know how long this has been going on. God, I can’t begin to explain how touching their reaction was. They didn’t care I wasn’t their biological father, they were just upset at how heart broken I was. I feel like the only thing that has kept me going these last couple of weeks is their unwavering support.
So we have paternity tests for each of the three done. Not only are none of them my biological children, together four of my children have three different fathers. Which somehow made it worse. It’s like, she wasn’t just having an ongoing affair, she was having multiple? I can’t explain how this make it worse, but it just does.
So I confront my wife with this, expecting her to confess and beg for forgiveness. She doesn’t confess. She doesn’t even take it seriously. She says the tests must be flawed. All four? How the hell am I supposed to take that seriously?
I keep bringing it up and she keeps brushing it off, getting progressively more annoyed at me. When I bring it up she will try and guilt trip me. “We’ve been together since highschool, do you seriously not trust me?” etc. But how am I supposed to trust her in the face of such overwhelming evidence?
Now that I have rambled and explained what has happened. I guess let me ask a few direct questions for advice
How can I reassure my children this doesn’t change anything between us? I feel like the way I have reacted, total break downs, has made them second guess this despite however many times I reassure them.
How do I handle my youngest daughter? I feel like our marriage is beyond saving, and I will need to tell my daughter something. I don’t want her to know the truth until she’s older, but I also don’t want my wife lying and making me out to be the villain.
Is there anyway, anyway at all, you think I could or should save my marriage? I’ve been with my wife my entire life it’s almost impossible to see a life without her. I know that the answer should be a clear cut “leave her”, but we have 5 kids together. If there’s anything that can be done to save our marriage, I want to consider it seriously.
