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Date: September 27th, 2025 5:54 PM Author: many of my malignant maladies (his own flesh as well as all space was still a cage)
You guys made me depressed. Until yesterday, I was happy.
Yesterday I slipped. Someone screenshotted one of my posts before I could delete it, and my last name was right there in the corner. It’s gone now, but in my head it might as well be on a billboard.
I couldn’t sit still with that. I drove to Texas Roadhouse, ordered five entrées to go, pretending I was catering a whole family gathering. The waitress smiled like I was a good man feeding the neighborhood. I nodded, grabbed the bags, and left.
I parked in an empty lot, turned off the engine, and opened the food like contraband. My shame lineup: Ft. Worth Ribeye Full Slab of Fall-Off-the-Bone Ribs Country Fried Sirloin with Cream Gravy Chicken Critters Platter Grilled BBQ Chicken with a side of bread, mashed potatoes, and some special cinnamon rolls that were a limited time only menu option with pumpkin cream.
The ribeye was easy. The ribs were messy, sauce smeared across my steering wheel. The Country Fried Sirloin broke me. Each bite was cream-gravy-soaked concrete. Halfway through it, my stomach mutinied. I grabbed my old leather briefcase, flipped it open, and puked straight onto a stack of yellow legal pads. Watching gravy and bile seep into lined paper meant for Important Thoughts was my rock bottom.
I stumbled out of the car, wiped my mouth, and started jogging slow, sloppy laps around the empty lot to clear my head. On my second lap, a police cruiser rolled up, window down. The officer leaned out and asked, “You okay, sir?” I gasped out, “Yeah, just… exercise,” while sweat and rib sauce streaked my shirt. He gave me a long look, nodded, and drove off. If I was black I’d be in jail.
Weirdly, that gave me a second wind. I climbed back into the car, cracked open the Chicken Critters, and forced down three tenders with cinnamon-butter rolls, each swallow a shaky truce with my stomach. Finally, I opened the Grilled BBQ Chicken. I managed a few bites before quitting, fork slipping from my greasy hand. The rest just sat there, cold and accusing.
When I finally drove home, the car stank like ribs and regret, my briefcase was ruined beyond salvation, and my family thought I’d just gone out for some “fresh air.” Technically true—if you count puking in a briefcase and being checked on by a cop during a parking lot jog as fresh air.
Stop bullying me. You’re to blame.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5780582&forum_id=2в#49307947) |
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Date: September 27th, 2025 5:57 PM Author: Ass Hands
Date: September 27th, 2025 5:54 PM
Author: many of my malignant maladies (his own flesh as well as all space was still a cage)
You guys made me depressed. Until yesterday, I was happy.
Yesterday I slipped. Someone screenshotted one of my posts before I could delete it, and my last name was right there in the corner. It’s gone now, but in my head it might as well be on a billboard.
I couldn’t sit still with that. I drove to Texas Roadhouse, ordered five entrées to go, pretending I was catering a whole family gathering. The waitress smiled like I was a good man feeding the neighborhood. I nodded, grabbed the bags, and left.
I parked in an empty lot, turned off the engine, and opened the food like contraband. My shame lineup: Ft. Worth Ribeye Full Slab of Fall-Off-the-Bone Ribs Country Fried Sirloin with Cream Gravy Chicken Critters Platter Grilled BBQ Chicken with a side of bread, mashed potatoes, and some special cinnamon rolls that were a limited time only menu option with pumpkin cream.
The ribeye was easy. The ribs were messy, sauce smeared across my steering wheel. The Country Fried Sirloin broke me. Each bite was cream-gravy-soaked concrete. Halfway through it, my stomach mutinied. I grabbed my old leather briefcase, flipped it open, and puked straight onto a stack of yellow legal pads. Watching gravy and bile seep into lined paper meant for Important Thoughts was my rock bottom.
I stumbled out of the car, wiped my mouth, and started jogging slow, sloppy laps around the empty lot to clear my head. On my second lap, a police cruiser rolled up, window down. The officer leaned out and asked, “You okay, sir?” I gasped out, “Yeah, just… exercise,” while sweat and rib sauce streaked my shirt. He gave me a long look, nodded, and drove off. If I was black I’d be in jail.
Weirdly, that gave me a second wind. I climbed back into the car, cracked open the Chicken Critters, and forced down three tenders with cinnamon-butter rolls, each swallow a shaky truce with my stomach. Finally, I opened the Grilled BBQ Chicken. I managed a few bites before quitting, fork slipping from my greasy hand. The rest just sat there, cold and accusing.
When I finally drove home, the car stank like ribs and regret, my briefcase was ruined beyond salvation, and my family thought I’d just gone out for some “fresh air.” Technically true—if you count puking in a briefcase and being checked on by a cop during a parking lot jog as fresh air.
Stop bullying me. You’re to blame.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5780582&forum_id=2#49307947)
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5780582&forum_id=2в#49307954)
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Date: September 27th, 2025 6:24 PM Author: Keezy
"If I was black I’d be in jail"
Yeah that or working at, well, you know...
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5780582&forum_id=2в#49308006) |
Date: September 27th, 2025 6:25 PM Author: peeface
you posted it and left it up forever.
but fantastic eating story.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5780582&forum_id=2в#49308008)
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Date: September 27th, 2025 6:30 PM Author: a rich inner world (luis)
Got the ribs without the sauce last time and it was a lot better that way. Thread made me want to go to Texas Roadhouse again , until I read past the first couple paragraphs….
Anyway, sorry you were stressed out after being outted and wishing you the best my man.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5780582&forum_id=2в#49308019) |
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Date: September 27th, 2025 8:17 PM
Author: .,.,,...,...,..,....,...,...,...
CSLG is another outed poaster whose outing seems to have had zero negative effect on his life/career.
Honestly, if anything, it is harder to think of poasters who did suffer negative effects from outing. Obviously GTO and Charles. Maybe :D. And I guess you could argue Halford and Watchman, but it wasn't really outing that did either of them in. Outing really is not that big of a deal.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5780582&forum_id=2в#49308177) |
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Date: September 27th, 2025 8:12 PM
Author: .,.,,...,...,..,....,...,...,...
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5780582&forum_id=2в#49308173) |
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