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I'm not sure how to even put this stuff into words but I'm gonna give it "the old college try". Although, admittedly I didn't really try very hard in college. Except for when we played Intramural Hockey. That was fun and super competitive. So "the old college try" is actually pretty bogus in this case. Either way, here goes. Have you ever thought about stuff that is so far out of bounds that you wonder if you are normal? I'm not talking about stupid shit like, "Am I the only one that wants to make out with Maria from Sesame Street?" I'm talking about really vivid thoughts that play out as an intricate scenario in your head. Well I do. I'm hoping that a few of you out there have had similar types of experiences. I'm also hoping that some of you share them in this forum. If you don't then I'm gonna look like a big, sociopath, dick weed. I'm not saying that I walk around all day having crazy person thoughts while I...

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