Should I Beat my Wife

Do you want to play as well?
I can let you do the following "I hate/love XXXX"
Meaning, you don't have to tell me the food but you have to mean it and keep it in your head.

My head has had a dull throbbing ache since last Friday when I posted this thread.

But sure, I’ll play. Just don’t make this weird.

It’s food and I love XXXX.

I’m focusing on it for the next 10-15 mins.
 
It’s getting easy to predict Sworders response now:

That means you suffered childhood trauma. It’s interesting that you chose to use the word “Christ” in your response too. Nothing is random and this suggests that your trauma was likely at the hands of a priest. Do you fear crosses as an adult? Perhaps you avoid church on Sundays due to that trauma. Church is a beautiful place. You should face your fears as it’s the only way to move forward and heal as an adult...

Well, you figured it out.

i was a chubby, innocent alter boy. There i was holding my candle upon the altar one Sunday when i felt a hand on my shoulder.

Father O'Malley leaned in and whispered "Swiss cheese for sex?" i was starving. All i had that day was a wafer of bread and a thimble full of wine. i was powerless to say no.

Long story short, the sex was great, but the swiss cheese turned out to be American cheese that O'Malley used a hole punch on to make it look like Swiss cheese.

To this day, i can't look at America cheese. Thanks for the memories and lies, O'Mally.
 
Yes but what is the memory? You guys have to give me something!

The devil is in the details then.

I was standing on a chair stirring it in the pan. It’s a Saturday night. This Old House is on the TV in the other room. Dad is drinking a martini and mom is in the other room with her gin and tonic. It’s the one night a week that my mom had “off” from cooking.
 
The devil is in the details then.

I was standing on a chair stirring it in the pan. It’s a Saturday night. This Old House is on the TV in the other room. Dad is drinking a martini and mom is in the other room with her gin and tonic. It’s the one night a week that my mom had “off” from cooking.
Exactly! I need details.
Only one or two more questions.

What's your most happy memory with this food?
 
I do not want to read further than the first page here. I am so disappointed in the advice given from the start.

This seems like such a simple answer.

Post the naked pics of the wife, your self-esteem goes up,
freaks all over the board will do plenty of their own "beating"
and the wife and or mom need not be harmed.

Everyone wins. You can start by sending those pics right to the ole PM box if ya like sir. :)
 
Exactly! I need details.
Only one or two more questions.

What's your most happy memory with this food?

It was the first meal I learned to make. It was our ever-present Saturday night dinner and I eventually got to cook it all by myself from the age of 11 on.
 
We can play another game?

Pick a food that you like or dislike and I will guess if you are telling the truth or not.
For example you can say:
I like hamburgers.

And then I have to figure out if you are lying or telling the truth by asking some questions.

You have to actually like or dislike the food though. You can't choose something that you have never tasted or anything like that.

Wanna play?

You re a man of many talents i see
 
Okay. My final answer is:

You do not like this food! That was a lie.

Aw geez Sworder.

And now I suppose this is where I try to explain that I DO like the food. And you tell me I don’t, that it’s just an extension of the moment in time or some shit, and that it’s not the food but the memories that the food represents. And then I say, “no really, I fucking love the food some days I have it for lunch and dinner” and you tell me I’m wrong and how stupid I am for not realizing how wrong I actually am.

You and your Jedi word-twisting tricks
 
Aw geez Sworder.

And now I suppose this is where I try to explain that I DO like the food. And you tell me I don’t, that it’s just an extension of the moment in time or some shit, and that it’s not the food but the memories that the food represents. And then I say, “no really, I fucking love the food some days I have it for lunch and dinner” and you tell me I’m wrong and how stupid I am for not realizing how wrong I actually am.

You and your Jedi word-twisting tricks
Haha no. Your messages were screaming out "lie lie lie."
It is easier to not know what the food is. Cuz I just need to logically look at your responses.

Unless you do like the food and your messages were a lie. The posts you made were strongly indicating deception.
 
Mac and cheese?

Pretty close.

It was spaghetti with ground beef tomato sauce. My dad was lazy and used the spatini season packs with two cans of tomato paste diluted with 4 cans of water. But later on when I took over I made it my own way almost from scratch. The pasta was always Rontini though.

I practically lived on it in my 20s and still eat it all the time.
 
Haha no. Your messages were screaming out "lie lie lie."
It is easier to not know what the food is. Cuz I just need to logically look at your responses.

Unless you do like the food and your messages were a lie. The posts you made were strongly indicating deception.

No. It actually is my favorite and all my responses were spot on. [emoji2369]
 
No. It actually is my favorite and all my responses were spot on. [emoji2369]
If we put it this way. I know a lie when I see it.

If I were you I wouldn't give me credit neither on the open forum. It gives me more credibility for my other accusations.

I will break it down later though so it is clear to see. Or do you want to give me the credit?
 
If we put it this way. I know a lie when I see it.

If I were you I wouldn't give me credit neither on the open forum. It gives me more credibility for my other accusations.

I will break it down later though so it is clear to see. Or do you want to give me the credit?

I don’t know which is more painful. But I wasn’t lying. It’s my favorite food to this day.
 
Well, you figured it out.

i was a chubby, innocent alter boy. There i was holding my candle upon the altar one Sunday when i felt a hand on my shoulder.

Father O'Malley leaned in and whispered "Swiss cheese for sex?" i was starving. All i had that day was a wafer of bread and a thimble full of wine. i was powerless to say no.

Long story short, the sex was great, but the swiss cheese turned out to be American cheese that O'Malley used a hole punch on to make it look like Swiss cheese.

To this day, i can't look at America cheese. Thanks for the memories and lies, O'Mally.
This made the entire thread worth it although I’m terrible sorry for the trauma your chili ring endured :D
 
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