OrbitalCombustion
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This is inspired by a thread called “Habit(s) you do that others find horrific”, this is a more inclusive thread, show us your real side shamelessly!
Don’t be shy!
***Disclaimer: Raw and Uncensored Reality of Human Existence, No Shame, Just Sharing my Embarrassing Habits and One-Off Oddities***
I have a terrible flatulence issue, and I actually made an X throw up while on an amp binge. It even disturbed me. I grew up being obsessed with my bodily excretions. The one that sticks with me even today is putting my index finger in my belly button and smelling it...such distinct smells.
During bouts of severe depression I can go up to 8-9 days without showering or any hygiene. I brush my teeth maybe 3-4 times a month and have gotten to points I smelled like literal garbage...probably worse.
ive never used nail clippers, never understood the need, I bite those sumabitches straight off, never had a desire to be proper about it.
i also have never been one to clean up after my ejaculatory excretions, in fact I enjoy having it on me and dry up so I can smell it the next day. Dried cum has a very unique smell as well.
During my many hundreds of amp binges, I normally spend 48-96 hours lying in one spot masturbating obsessively without drinking water or moving at all, I couldnt describe the sheer amount of time Ive spent with a sock coiled around my dick, beating it until its raw and swollen. By that time ive lost 5-10 lbs. in water weight and as you can imagine the smell could ward off a pig.
Bear with me folks, I have to get this out as I see others here who have bravely exposed their deepest secrets.
I had an X who was such a cunt I felt compelled to dip the end of her toothbrush into my asshole. Understand that my asshole is a toxic biohazard and could probably melt through metal if left long enough.
During another binger I finally manned up and tasted my own cum...not bad! A little salty but the texture was very silky, semi-enjoyable.
As you might imagine my feet can also get funky...sometimes I like to use the stinky sock as a cum sock, something about the crusty parts from dried foot sweat do it for me.
Ever had tonsil stones? The small round, greyish-white balls that your tonsils purge periodically? They are essentially old food matter that get trapped in the back of your throat and get purged. Well, I throw those suckers straight back in, and they smell godawful let me be honest.
Laundry is not much of a thing for me until they stink too bad to wear publicly.
I am naturallly a dehydrated person and my scalp gets crusty, I will scratch and rub my scalp until mounds of white flakes pile up on my shirt or bare shoulders. Lets just say I dont let the women touch the hairdo.
I used to eat my toenails then spit them out, I was oddly attracted to their smell which was from my feet sweat over the course of a day. I eventually used them to poke my girlfriend (they were very hard and sharp), were no longer together - not because of the toenails per se but she would roll me over at night yelling at me to shut up due to my sleep apnea - which she recorded me, fuck that Id beat my own ass if I were someone else.
I have drank a homeless mans piss while throwed on Wild Turkey, not hydrating like he promised but not the worse liquid ive drank.
I knowingly and willingly had sex with a sweet little angel with genital herpes, I used protection but it broke several times. I think I have Red Algae to thank for the miss.
I typically never touch my dishes until a small colony has grown. Its amazing what neglect can form in a sink. Entire civilizations have me to thank for their prosperous reign.
At one point I contracted a nasty fungus on my feet from a dick head at the gym who came into the sauna with a foot long open sore on his leg. I used to scratch my feet so hard they bled, and then some more. Ive never experienced an itch so bad.
I am a complete and utter savage when it comes to food. I have no regard to myself and my surroundings, I will gorge like an animal spilling food matter all about the area directly beneath my mouth and closest area after that. This I will pick up as post-meal crumbs. This includes an open mouth and sounds you’d expect from a hog devouring its meal.
In my last relationship, when using amps I would spend hours in the bathroom in 30-45 minute stints to avoid having to fuck her as I masturbated on the toilet to women who actually attracted me.
When I was young I had a terrible habit of holding my poop in, self-induced constipation. For some reason it felt good. This developed into me having abnormally large stools...so big that my parents kept plastic knives in the bathroom and I would have to cut them up before attempting a flush. Ultimately, after basically giving Roter Rooter a small fortune my dad bought a commercial grade toilet, you have no idea how relieved I was that a toilet could handle my shit. Do you know how embarrassing it is to clog most toilets you sit on?
My car smells so sour from all the leftover fast food bags ive left in there, and its brand new. Every time I turn on the A/C I want to dive out of my window.
When I first started using heroin I didnt want to ever leave my couch so I left milk jugs next to it which I would fill with my piss. If you know anything about this you know the piss turns damn near brown and could be used as a biological weapon.
During withdrawals of my initial heroin usage, I was so in need of a fix I would gather small traces of what appeared to be tar and bang it. Who knows what the hell Ive injected. I even searched through a vacuum full of hair and disgusting debris for ice, what a waste of time.
Ive eaten other peoples food at a bar that had been sitting there so long it looked fake.
Amidst harder times I have picked up cigarette butts from streets/ash trays/trash and smoked them.
I have stuck bananas, cucumbers and even a fucking Whizzinator up my ass when masturbating while high.
This one is hard to admit but it was from a truth or dare and there wasnt anything I wouldnt do. A friend dared me to cum on my brothers face in his sleep. He woke up with a crusty face and trust me I felt like a total POS.
The only time ive been blackout drunk ended with me soaking my friends couch in drunk piss, luckily it was his mothers because she was a stuck up bitch.
By sheer fucking coincidence or bad luck, I was watching a copperhead snake slither across the road with my brother when I kid you not a damn concrete truck drove over the poor bastard, all I heard was a loud pop noise and was blasted in my face and eyes with snake blood. It also shot onto my cars headliner. What the fuck! Why me?
I actually ate dog food on a dare as a kid, after that I fed dogs whatever the hell they wanted because fuck that salty, hard-ass bullshit.
When having sex with my X, I dont think I ever actually thought about her at all, I had to envision I was fucking a past X in order to cum. It was like fucking a guard rail you would have done the same.
I shared needles with an old friend who had giant staph infections all over his upper body. Thank God for bleach and immunity.
A theatre I used to work at, the employees would stick their bare feet into the huge popcorn seed bins below the popcorn maker. Also, please refrain from movie theatre pickles or hot dogs....just trust me on this.
At the university I attended, if I checked into a computer at the library and you hadnt signed out of your email, I would delete everything in it, complete clean up. This occurred more often than you would think.
I know Im an asshole...but can you imagine coming back to finish and print your final paper and it didnt exist? Lesson here: sign out.
I currently eat ground up ants (supplement - Polyrachis ant, Herb of Kings).
I used to bear a habit whereby I took loose hair from my scalp and bit it into small pieces and spit them out. We’ll call it quasi-trictatillomania.
I had an unnatural urge to punch myself as hard as I could, which included at one point hitting myself in the face until swollen. That is really hard to do take my word.
Ive pissed in a fair amount of pools and even shit into paper bags and lit them on fire at old high school acquaintances door steps. This is harder than you think, my shits were the size of Freebird’s largest burritos with all the fixings.
In day care around the age of three I devoured a full blown dinner napkin because I was so hungry. Paper is super bland, more of a European treat if you ask me.
I am a superb aim with my boogers, and if im around someone and they have their back turned its almost a guarantee im going to nail them in the back of the head, then laugh at them but not tell them its hanging off their hair.
On several occasions during my young drinking days I would puke all over the console of my car and fall asleep in it. Upon awakening I would be left with sun-baked throw up which forms a thick film not unlike fried eggs. The smell though, made even someone as disgusting as myself gag.
If you read all this and didnt puke Ill send over a digital certificate because you just passed getting to know the real me. There are some things you just cant tell people and ive saved you from reading that today.
Don’t be shy!
***Disclaimer: Raw and Uncensored Reality of Human Existence, No Shame, Just Sharing my Embarrassing Habits and One-Off Oddities***
I have a terrible flatulence issue, and I actually made an X throw up while on an amp binge. It even disturbed me. I grew up being obsessed with my bodily excretions. The one that sticks with me even today is putting my index finger in my belly button and smelling it...such distinct smells.
During bouts of severe depression I can go up to 8-9 days without showering or any hygiene. I brush my teeth maybe 3-4 times a month and have gotten to points I smelled like literal garbage...probably worse.
ive never used nail clippers, never understood the need, I bite those sumabitches straight off, never had a desire to be proper about it.
i also have never been one to clean up after my ejaculatory excretions, in fact I enjoy having it on me and dry up so I can smell it the next day. Dried cum has a very unique smell as well.
During my many hundreds of amp binges, I normally spend 48-96 hours lying in one spot masturbating obsessively without drinking water or moving at all, I couldnt describe the sheer amount of time Ive spent with a sock coiled around my dick, beating it until its raw and swollen. By that time ive lost 5-10 lbs. in water weight and as you can imagine the smell could ward off a pig.
Bear with me folks, I have to get this out as I see others here who have bravely exposed their deepest secrets.
I had an X who was such a cunt I felt compelled to dip the end of her toothbrush into my asshole. Understand that my asshole is a toxic biohazard and could probably melt through metal if left long enough.
During another binger I finally manned up and tasted my own cum...not bad! A little salty but the texture was very silky, semi-enjoyable.
As you might imagine my feet can also get funky...sometimes I like to use the stinky sock as a cum sock, something about the crusty parts from dried foot sweat do it for me.
Ever had tonsil stones? The small round, greyish-white balls that your tonsils purge periodically? They are essentially old food matter that get trapped in the back of your throat and get purged. Well, I throw those suckers straight back in, and they smell godawful let me be honest.
Laundry is not much of a thing for me until they stink too bad to wear publicly.
I am naturallly a dehydrated person and my scalp gets crusty, I will scratch and rub my scalp until mounds of white flakes pile up on my shirt or bare shoulders. Lets just say I dont let the women touch the hairdo.
I used to eat my toenails then spit them out, I was oddly attracted to their smell which was from my feet sweat over the course of a day. I eventually used them to poke my girlfriend (they were very hard and sharp), were no longer together - not because of the toenails per se but she would roll me over at night yelling at me to shut up due to my sleep apnea - which she recorded me, fuck that Id beat my own ass if I were someone else.
I have drank a homeless mans piss while throwed on Wild Turkey, not hydrating like he promised but not the worse liquid ive drank.
I knowingly and willingly had sex with a sweet little angel with genital herpes, I used protection but it broke several times. I think I have Red Algae to thank for the miss.
I typically never touch my dishes until a small colony has grown. Its amazing what neglect can form in a sink. Entire civilizations have me to thank for their prosperous reign.
At one point I contracted a nasty fungus on my feet from a dick head at the gym who came into the sauna with a foot long open sore on his leg. I used to scratch my feet so hard they bled, and then some more. Ive never experienced an itch so bad.
I am a complete and utter savage when it comes to food. I have no regard to myself and my surroundings, I will gorge like an animal spilling food matter all about the area directly beneath my mouth and closest area after that. This I will pick up as post-meal crumbs. This includes an open mouth and sounds you’d expect from a hog devouring its meal.
In my last relationship, when using amps I would spend hours in the bathroom in 30-45 minute stints to avoid having to fuck her as I masturbated on the toilet to women who actually attracted me.
When I was young I had a terrible habit of holding my poop in, self-induced constipation. For some reason it felt good. This developed into me having abnormally large stools...so big that my parents kept plastic knives in the bathroom and I would have to cut them up before attempting a flush. Ultimately, after basically giving Roter Rooter a small fortune my dad bought a commercial grade toilet, you have no idea how relieved I was that a toilet could handle my shit. Do you know how embarrassing it is to clog most toilets you sit on?
My car smells so sour from all the leftover fast food bags ive left in there, and its brand new. Every time I turn on the A/C I want to dive out of my window.
When I first started using heroin I didnt want to ever leave my couch so I left milk jugs next to it which I would fill with my piss. If you know anything about this you know the piss turns damn near brown and could be used as a biological weapon.
During withdrawals of my initial heroin usage, I was so in need of a fix I would gather small traces of what appeared to be tar and bang it. Who knows what the hell Ive injected. I even searched through a vacuum full of hair and disgusting debris for ice, what a waste of time.
Ive eaten other peoples food at a bar that had been sitting there so long it looked fake.
Amidst harder times I have picked up cigarette butts from streets/ash trays/trash and smoked them.
I have stuck bananas, cucumbers and even a fucking Whizzinator up my ass when masturbating while high.
This one is hard to admit but it was from a truth or dare and there wasnt anything I wouldnt do. A friend dared me to cum on my brothers face in his sleep. He woke up with a crusty face and trust me I felt like a total POS.
The only time ive been blackout drunk ended with me soaking my friends couch in drunk piss, luckily it was his mothers because she was a stuck up bitch.
By sheer fucking coincidence or bad luck, I was watching a copperhead snake slither across the road with my brother when I kid you not a damn concrete truck drove over the poor bastard, all I heard was a loud pop noise and was blasted in my face and eyes with snake blood. It also shot onto my cars headliner. What the fuck! Why me?
I actually ate dog food on a dare as a kid, after that I fed dogs whatever the hell they wanted because fuck that salty, hard-ass bullshit.
When having sex with my X, I dont think I ever actually thought about her at all, I had to envision I was fucking a past X in order to cum. It was like fucking a guard rail you would have done the same.
I shared needles with an old friend who had giant staph infections all over his upper body. Thank God for bleach and immunity.
A theatre I used to work at, the employees would stick their bare feet into the huge popcorn seed bins below the popcorn maker. Also, please refrain from movie theatre pickles or hot dogs....just trust me on this.
At the university I attended, if I checked into a computer at the library and you hadnt signed out of your email, I would delete everything in it, complete clean up. This occurred more often than you would think.
I know Im an asshole...but can you imagine coming back to finish and print your final paper and it didnt exist? Lesson here: sign out.
I currently eat ground up ants (supplement - Polyrachis ant, Herb of Kings).
I used to bear a habit whereby I took loose hair from my scalp and bit it into small pieces and spit them out. We’ll call it quasi-trictatillomania.
I had an unnatural urge to punch myself as hard as I could, which included at one point hitting myself in the face until swollen. That is really hard to do take my word.
Ive pissed in a fair amount of pools and even shit into paper bags and lit them on fire at old high school acquaintances door steps. This is harder than you think, my shits were the size of Freebird’s largest burritos with all the fixings.
In day care around the age of three I devoured a full blown dinner napkin because I was so hungry. Paper is super bland, more of a European treat if you ask me.
I am a superb aim with my boogers, and if im around someone and they have their back turned its almost a guarantee im going to nail them in the back of the head, then laugh at them but not tell them its hanging off their hair.
On several occasions during my young drinking days I would puke all over the console of my car and fall asleep in it. Upon awakening I would be left with sun-baked throw up which forms a thick film not unlike fried eggs. The smell though, made even someone as disgusting as myself gag.
If you read all this and didnt puke Ill send over a digital certificate because you just passed getting to know the real me. There are some things you just cant tell people and ive saved you from reading that today.
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