PennSilverTaco's "Perfect 5-Lug Regular Cab" Build, Aspergers, and General BS MegaThread!

Having Asperger's does not mean sex ed has to be sugarcoated...

Like I said, my dad gave me the talk in 5th grade. I know we were living Virginia Beach at the time, and I was in 4th and 5th grade when we lived there. I was 9 when we moved there and 11 when we moved again. I was probably 10 or 11 when my dad sat me down at the kitchen table with this huge book. This book had detailed color pictures of the male and female anatomy. I handled it quite maturely, and it really didn't seem like a big deal in my life. Now I knew how babies were made.

 

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On a side note...

In the early 90s (maybe about 1994-1996; 1993 at the earliest; so more like the mid-90s), my parents knew I was too young for the talk. All my mom would tell me was that "It took ingredients from both the mom and the dad to make a baby," and that they'd basically explain it to me in more detail when I was older. I remember being in the kitchen of our house in Montgomeryville when my mom and I had the "ingredients" conversation. As soon as she said that, I imagined my parents in the kitchen of that house with a bunch of the required "ingredients" scattered on the kitchen island, and mixing these ingredients together like you might do when making a cake. Basically, I thought I'd been made in the oven! Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase on the shirt worn by Carey Mahoney in Police Academy...

 

When I was in 5th grade, the boys and girls were divided by gender. The boys went into one classroom with a male teacher, while the girls went into another classroom with a female teacher. There, we watched gender-specific videos about how our bodies worked. This was not long after my dad gave me the talk.

Between 6th and 8th grade, what I didn't learn from my dad about sex, I learned from my cousin (about 6 months older than me and in the same grade). The rest of my sexual knowledge came from kids at school, and the internet...

 

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One time in 6th or 7th grade, I was engaged in literal locker room talk with some other boys after gym class. One of the other guys made fun of me for not knowing what a condom was. That night, I asked my dad what a condom was, and he gladly explained what a condom was and what it was used for...

He also told me something else, and this is one of the reasons my dad is so awesome!

He told me what to say to the other guys if they asked me what a condom was again, and I quote "Tell them it's something you (meaning the other guys) wear over your face because you're a dickhead."

 

So, sometime in 2003 my best friend Tiffany told me what PMS was, and gave me a basic description of monthly periods and the menstrual cycle.

 

In 9th grade, I took sex ed. No gender-separated classes and no sugarcoating things here. This was the real deal, so much so in fact that I believe I had to bring in a signed permission slip from my parents. My parents of course approved and signed off. The class was taught by two female biology/science teachers, and it was called FLE (I have no idea what that's an abbreviation of), even though the class was mostly 9th and 10th grade boys. There may have in fact been only one girl in that specific class, as the only one I remember is this Korean girl named Mary Kim who was one grade ahead of me (same one mentioned earlier in this thread who could vary from seemingly wanting to be my girlfriend to being borderline homicidal at a moment's notice, and at one point tackled me and started attacking me because I called her a chicken). Looking back on it, I probably could have gotten laid before I was legally old enough to get a driver's license in most states if it weren't for my lack of social skills and situational awareness.

Anyway, this FLE class lasted like a week or two, and covered all of the basis and then some. One day when we were learning about the male reproductive organs. The specific topic was ejaculation, and a male tenth grader asked the 40-something female teacher, and I quote, "What is ejaculation?" The whole class, including the aforementioned Korean girl who did not speak the best English but obviously knew what ejaculation was, started laughing at him. This one 10th grade guy who I only remember as Robbie said "so-and-so (I forget the other guy's name), are you kidding me?"

Well it turns out that, like every high school boy, he knew exactly what ejaculation was. He just had never heard the official term for it. I was 15 years old at the time, and since Robbie and the other kid were 10th graders, they would have been about 16.

I'm almost 30 and I'm still learning new sexual slang on a regular basis, including right here on TW. Chances are quite good that a 12-15 year boy who's never even kissed a girl knows sexual slang that I've never heard in my life!

One day, one of the guys asked our 48-year old female teacher how deep the average vagina was. In any other setting on school grounds, this would probably have resulted in a trip to the principal's office and/or a detention. Some of us were still a bit uncomfortable asking about these things, and it took a couple days for most of the class to realize that pretty much no question was off-limits. There were a couple of stifled laughs from the other people in class when the student asked this question. Despite this, it was an honest question. If I remember correctly, typical penis size in adult males was the topic being discussed. Everybody knew that the penis could vary greatly in size, and the question was whether or not, in adult females, the vagina differed in size from woman to woman...

From what I remember, neither of the two women (one in her late 40s and one in her 30s or so) teaching the class could come up with a definitive answer. They had to look it up on the internet and get back to us the next day. They actually came back with a specific size and depth, I kid you not. I do not remember what the exact number was, but our teachers actually came back with specific measurements for the typical vagina.

I honestly haven't been with enough women to see a noticeable difference, and that's all I've got to say about that...

 

So, my female coworker has a base model 1996 Ford Ranger (not even an "XL" model; the side emblems just say RANGER). I met a guy at the Carlisle Truck Nationals in 2012, and he was showing his customized 1996 Ranger. This truck was slammed so low I'd be afraid to drive it on Pennsylvania roads...

Anyway, the owner of this Ranger told me that his truck had come from the factory without power steering. This was an absolute shock to me. I'm 99% sure my coworker's truck has power steering.

Not only does my coworker's truck not have A/C, but the heater has not worked since the day she bought it. She saw it for sale by the side of the road about three years ago and not only wanted a truck, but needed cheap transportation. I'm 99% sure the heater core was bypassed due to a leak, because my coworker says that when she turns on the heater, it just blows cold air (or whatever temperature the outside air is). The tailgate has a huge dent in it, and it was very difficult to open it from the time she got it. In the last couple of years, something inside the tailgate broke, and now the damn thing refuses to open.

The Ranger has power steering, power brakes, and an automatic transmission. It's about as basic as they come, though it did come from the factory with intermittent windshield wipers. The truck came with an old aftermarket tape deck when my coworker bought it, and that's what's still in there now (though the tape deck doesn't work). The truck passed its last inspection, but it apparently needs new tires now. Oh yeah, it has these faux-chrome American Racing rims that are entirely too small for the truck, wrapped in low-profile tires. Just not my style...

On top of that, my coworker says the truck "could break down at any time," and my boss describes the truck as "not reliable." As such, if my boss needs something picked up and a pickup truck is required, I get the job. Sometimes, this errand requires driving a great distance!

 

Man I tell ya, your dad is a helluva dude from previous stories, sounds like a fun guy to hang out with

Basic description? She didn’t bust out a tampon and start talking bout that did she? Cause that ain’t basic!

 

Actually, I first learned about tampons from South Park, and I didn't know exactly what one was, so I asked my mom and she just told me. No grossness or awkwardness...

Also, I've been tagging you in some of my older posts that you might be interested in reading...

 

Tag away my friend, tag away!

 

I just realized something. The owner of the truck is obviously quite good at DIY work. He should take the free frame and use it as the platform for this LS Tacoma project!

 

I've said it before I will say it again. I DO NOT have a problem with the police. The police just have a job to do.

At the same time, I do not drive drunk. Ever since encountering my first DUI checkpoint while driving home from work in March 2017, I have gone out of my way to make sure I don't encounter another one. I think DUI checkpoints are unconstitutional, and I don't think I should have to answer to police unless I've actually done something wrong (like that time in September 2017 when I got pulled over for making a left turn on a red light at a confusing intersection, and got off with just a warning because I was so polite to the cop).

 

Red snapper varies greatly from woman to woman....just like sausage does in men .

 

@Plain Jane Taco
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I've been getting a lot of these holiday-themed chain letters from my friends on Facebook lately. It is really starting to drive me up the wall!

One thing I've noticed is that two of the three senders have been older guys who are not very tech-savvy and were introduced to Facebook by younger friends. They were obviously sent these damn chain messages by another friend and they are just sending it to all of their friends.

The other person who sent me one of these things is an old friend from Oak Harbor who is intellectually disabled.

 

Well a lot of them come from the days of Chain emails and they still think that shit is legit, so they forward it on. My only form of “social media” is this website. I can’t stand any of the other shit

 

Some of my friends are prolific app users on Facebook, and I've had to individually block them from sending me invites because my inbox gets bombarded.

Just recently, I was texting with my friend Hannah who lives in Kentucky and this was her response to me...



Back in 2008-2009, I was a prolific Facebook gamer, but I've wished up...

 

Chain emails? The one guy comes from the days of chain snail mail!

 

Would you believe that red snapper is one of my favorite types of fish to eat?

Now, I guess it's safe to say there's two types of red snapper that I really enjoy eating!