The Meaning of Your Handle
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Probably an urban legand, but I can imagine a philosophy professor being so cruel to his students.
Supposedly a philosophy professor gave his students an essay exam. The essay question? 'Why?' The smart-ass student in the class provided the most appropriate answer:'because'. Just too Zen to pass up.
He could have answered 'why not?' But that would just be silly...
Supposedly a philosophy professor gave his students an essay exam. The essay question? 'Why?' The smart-ass student in the class provided the most appropriate answer:'because'. Just too Zen to pass up.
He could have answered 'why not?' But that would just be silly...
Terb Handles - How did you pick yours?
Just wondering how did you guys pick your terb handles, any specific meaning behind it? I found some of them very interesting, for examples:
"Oil Please" - Does he need more lube when doing it?
"Phnine" - Does he live in Penthouse No.9? If so, I know where he lives lol
"Steviewonder" - Is he really Stevie Wonder?
For me, I always respect others, especially to SPs because without them, life will not be so much fun. Also, I always play with respect, that includes good hygenie, no unreasonable demands and a sincere "thank you" after each session.
What about you guys?
Just wondering how did you guys pick your terb handles, any specific meaning behind it? I found some of them very interesting, for examples:
"Oil Please" - Does he need more lube when doing it?
"Phnine" - Does he live in Penthouse No.9? If so, I know where he lives lol
"Steviewonder" - Is he really Stevie Wonder?
For me, I always respect others, especially to SPs because without them, life will not be so much fun. Also, I always play with respect, that includes good hygenie, no unreasonable demands and a sincere "thank you" after each session.
What about you guys?
Mine's really ancient. I made it up in 1999 before TERB existed. I had just gotten a new computer with internet and I found this review board site which covered NYC and attempted to have some regional sub-boards. (This board never really caught on o/s NY/NJ). I had to think up a name quickly and all the guys had names like troll or goblin. So I chose ogre and decided to deliberately mis-spell the name just to be a moron. Thus, "oagre".
I just kept using it when TERB started up.
I just kept using it when TERB started up.
I went to Ireland in 1992 with an Irish friend and two buddies.
In the South of Ireland the girls (at that time anyway) were still very Catholic. Very little hanky panky. I was as frisky as a tomcat and it was driving me nuts!
My Irish friends brother was a part-time horse breeder in the North on his parents farm. His Dad would bankroll him to raise fancy shmancy horses and he's go to the continent to sell them and party for a couple of months.
Anyway ...
He promised me that when we got to his parent in the north that he would set me up with this dirty, wealthy Protestant girl he knew from horse breeding who put out. We went out with her and her pals one night and the next thing I know I am in a hotel room right on the Irish Sea called the Slieve Donnard in County Down. She was very hot (honestly) and I banged the doors off of her.
The next night we went out to the pub and of course my friends are on her asking what I was like in the sack. Finally she relented and said in a sexy Irish brogue:
"Oh Jayz ... your man was a Champ"!
Ever since they've called me ...
In the South of Ireland the girls (at that time anyway) were still very Catholic. Very little hanky panky. I was as frisky as a tomcat and it was driving me nuts!
My Irish friends brother was a part-time horse breeder in the North on his parents farm. His Dad would bankroll him to raise fancy shmancy horses and he's go to the continent to sell them and party for a couple of months.
Anyway ...
He promised me that when we got to his parent in the north that he would set me up with this dirty, wealthy Protestant girl he knew from horse breeding who put out. We went out with her and her pals one night and the next thing I know I am in a hotel room right on the Irish Sea called the Slieve Donnard in County Down. She was very hot (honestly) and I banged the doors off of her.
The next night we went out to the pub and of course my friends are on her asking what I was like in the sack. Finally she relented and said in a sexy Irish brogue:
"Oh Jayz ... your man was a Champ"!
Ever since they've called me ...
i'm in and can't get out ....
or is that i don't want to leave her tush...
i'll just push and push till i find the bottom......
or is that i don't want to leave her tush...
i'll just push and push till i find the bottom......
