Of course not all of it. Have you ever heard of a landman (sometimes they are women). They have to figure out the property lines for old claims. We are talking about a whole lot of land here and it pays out. I know people come into this thread to make fun of me but I am the one that has the money and girlfriends or boyfriends and you don’t. Who is the fool now? I try to be nice to everyone unless they are mean to me.
Let’s just face facts, my family is extremely wealthy now and my ex-wife’s family is too. This isn’t normal stuff we are dealing with. This is like Keeping Up with the Kardashians bullshit. I am going to be knee deep in it tomorrow again because, wherever my daughters go, I go because they are the most important thing to me. I am trying to learn how to navigate new waters.
I thought your family was poor as shit when you were growing up. Now you’re telling us your great-grandfathers were rich? Pull the other one, it’s got bells on it.
You keep changing your story to fit your mood. You’re so full of shit the toilet’s jealous.
Guin, you aren’t keeping up. My great-fathers bought up massive amounts of mineral rights in the 1930’s and 40’s for about 50 cents an acre. Nobody thought they were worth anything but it turns out they are extremely valuable today and already paid out although it is is a down-cycle right now. I probably never have to worry about money ever again in my life. I can just post stuff to fine folks like you who I adore.
I grew up with a mix of poor and rich but mainly the former (my first home was a literal single-wide trailer on my grandparent’s land) but we built a nice house with lots of land after that. I love rural Louisiana but it is no place for a young person to stick around. There is some weird shit going on and that is where all these true stories are coming from. It doesn’t work like other places in the country.
Why do work if you are so wealthy? Why do you have to go on dating sights for dates?. Aren’t the wealthy 1% in some kind of exclusive dating pool, that we poor slobs can’t get near? Are you and Trump on first name basis? Game of golf scheduled at that exclusive locale you going to tomarrow? Sheesh, dude, just stop. You’re digging your hole deeper.
I’m not taking sides one way or the other on this whole argument, but I’m curious, weren’t you complaining about Obamacare raising costs and having to postpone medical treatment because of it?
Unfortunately, the answer to that is ‘still you’, and that you don’t see that is a huge part of the reason why.
Whether you’re completely serious, lying your ass off, or simply trolling to get a rise out of people, it’s only getting you ahead in a race that only exists in your brain.
I entered this thread without any strong opinions about you, but your own posts in here more than suffice to make the OP’s case.
I didn’t postpone any medical treatments. I was just getting pissed off at my consulting company for telling us that they would give us free healthcare and then reversing that along with a bunch of other hollow threats. They are being dickheads in general now. That may work out to my benefit and that is the only thing I care about. If they fire me, the client can hire like they want to do anyway and that would be even better. I am not going to lose my job but the paystub may change and that is fine with me. I will have a sweet gig going one way or the other.
I — briefly— went out with a pathological liar in college. I was young then so it took a couple of dates to figure that out.
One day she suddenly showed up with three-inch finger nails and insisted that they were real despite the fact that you could see where they were glued on. She would never back down from any of her tales.
Of course she went on to invent the telephone and made her fortunes. I guess someone else had the mineral rights.
The way this thread is going, by tomorrow morning Shaggy will be saying that he owns a Learjet and a private island in the Caribbean where he vacations with his pals Warren Buffett and Bill Gates and he just had his second date with Charlize Theron and they’re totally in a relationship and he’s thinking of buying Montana and stop being mean to him because everything he says is true.
Opinions don’t matter in this case. It is just numbers on a spreadsheet and it doesn’t mean much even to me. I don’t really care about money much but it is a good problem to have.
You are going to get the shock of your life when you find out that everything I have said is true. It has happened to lots of people before. Again, there is nothing wrong with disagreeing with someone. I know you can’t stand me but I like you just fine. I encourage adversarial viewpoints and appreciate those that are willing to give them.
The problem is that I am telling the truth. Would you believe that I was seated next to the CEO of Trader Joe’s in Paris for a burlesque show and talked to him the whole night? Of course not. You probably don’t even believe I have ever been to Paris but I used to be flown there for the weekend for events many times. I live in Massachusetts and the number of ultra-rich people here is unbelievable (try Nantucket during the 4th of July). I have some money but it is tiny compared to some of the people I know.
Do you seriously think we believe you are telling the truth about anything at all when you can’t even keep your fucking stories straight in your posts on this message board? You said you only kissed your friend’s girlfriend, but you also touched her boobs over her bra. You said your friend planned everything and that maybe she was in on it, but you also said you planned it yourself. You also said that you had a SIX HOUR hard on fuck section, which you have not explicitly contradicted, but which is comically impossible.
I look forward to your equivocating, salted with some new bragging.
There is nothing to make believable. It is just simple facts. I married into a wealthy family and then my own became the same way by pure luck. The marriage exploded for lots of reasons but we still have two daughters to raise.
As much as you seem to dislike me, I don’t feel that way towards the vast majority of people including you. I can understand why my some of my posts come off as less progressive than this boards tends to lean but I am a pretty friendly and accommodating in person if not a little reserved.
One thing that people should learn from this thread is that I absolutely love negative attention so you are not hurting me at all. I hope you all have a great Thanksgiving .Keep it coming. This is like a message board orgasm.
Maybe for you but not for me when I was in my 20’s. That story is 100% real and it wasn’t even a one-time event. Someone else also said they have done it. I would swear on a Bible right now that story is true. I may have some issues but erectile dysfunction isn’t among them. I am also one of the rare males that is multi-orgasmic just like some women are. I am pretty sure if you matched me up with the right partner right now, I could go for hours without a break. When I get turned on, I am really “on”.
The thread is interesting. It’s interesting to me to witness posters with dramatic and unusual ideas interact with more socially-typical people. Maybe some of your stories are made up. Maybe some are exaggerated for shock value. Maybe some are real, and if so, they’d be indicative of what I perceive as character flaws on your part. If it’s all bullshit, you’re guilty only of a histrionic personality and a love of lying. But to me it’s as if we’re all interacting with a character in a novel. It’s like a choose-your-own-adventure book for grownups, written by John Irving.
No thanks, I’m all set on the Beemer test drive. They aren’t exactly exotic to me.
See, I grew up as a rich kid. My father always had either a BMW or an Audi at hand. You speak of New Hampshire frequently - I was raised in the richest town in the state (I’m sure you know the town of which I speak - hint: starts with an ‘A’). In the house across the street lived one of the top execs at Sanders (now BAE Systems); in the house behind ours, likewise at Xerox. I can namedrop, too - the current GM of the Pittsburgh Pirates was in my 8th grade homeroom.
I mention all this not to impress internet strangers, as it’s a) crass and tacky, and more importantly, b) irrelevant to who I am now as a person, as I had nothing to with choosing the circumstances of my birth and upbringing. Rather, I wanted to let you know a little bit more about whom you’re speaking with, if only to spare my eyes a bit of strain from the severe rolling induced by reading your recent string of self-adulatory posts.
I remain committed to my earlier assessment of your acts of self-denial and -delusion in this thread and others as “pathetic”, for it surely is. To paraphrase an utterance from your post quoted here, “Be in a genuine loving relationship with a great woman sometime and you will immediately see what I am referring to.”