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Why trans girls are better than all stupid pussy women:
Pussy women today are all inmature, capricious, crazy, stupid, selfish, malicious, traitor, unfaithful, promiscuous, used whores without anything of value or dignity, deeply victimist, feminist and self-destructive little girls. They hate feministy, they hate males, they hate give birth and raise children. They are not princess anymore; they are all slut witches, who do not know how to cook, serve as women, or contribute ANYTHING to a man. They only serve to fuck (and not even that, because they are used whores) and for that, it is cheaper going with prostitutes (no cryes, no touch the balls, no waste of time with their family, no problemsโฆ).
In the other hand, we have Trans Girls. Trans girls love to be femenine, they are eager to find a "daddy" male who takes care of them, protects and loves them; and to which they can serve as good faithful sluts and loving wives. They dont despise their feminine role, on the contrary, they want it more than any stupid pussy woman, and because of the difficulties suffered they know how to value men what appreciate them (and they value themselves more as women).
A Trans Girlfriend is much better than a stupid useless pussy woman. Why pussy women are useless? Well, what is the only problem in a relationship with a trans vs pussy woman? A trans girl can not give birth.
Butโฆ in a short future, with the artificial wombs, pussy women will be useless, and any self-respecting man wont want waste time with them (they are a virus). And, even today you and your trans wife can have children with rent bellies. Or even better, the future that awaits the stupid pussy women, if they can still be usefull: serve as a maid in the house of a hapy marriage between a masculine man and his trans wife. So, husband and wife, can have sex and breed with the pussy woman, and the pussy woman can serve them as their maid and wet nurse helping to raise the children. Trans Women are BETTER THAN Pussy Women.
My buddy Jay always knew how to make the boys and girls at camp quite uncomfortable with his false jaw. Ya see, Jay could, and often would, open his mouth all the way and use his foreknuckle to tap at the hinges. Pop on one side then pop on the other, and just like that, his entire jaw would be dislocated and free hanging. His exceptionally long tongue would dangle and drip like a juicy slug with a secretion disorder trying to pull itself up on a leaf. With his throat extra open, he was able to let loose a warbling, bassy bellowing not all too dissimilar to a didgeridoo.
Haha, and that's when most folks expressed their disgust. Each and every girl and boy besides me would contort their unprepared faces with unease. The unsettling sight of my slight boy, Jay, waggling his over-salivating tongue, flinging thick drippies through the humid summer camp air, was enough to make some of these fragile babies wretch and horf in repulsion. That's when he'd give me the wink.
I've got to admit something here. I have my own way of making people feel uncomfortable and it has to do with my hips. My hips are mighty flexible and might strong, and much like Jay's jaw, I'm not limited to the joint they start in. No sir, I pop out my legs and turn them, quite easily, 180ยฐ, making them face upways instead of downstyle. If the loud, wet, uncorking twist and pops of my two legs being repositioned, with my bones and sinew visibly moving beneath my skin, wasn't enough to turn that reactionary upchuck at Jay's dangling jaw and throat quaver into a full scale hot-spew, then this trick would spill your chili pot for sure.
But that's not what the wink was for. Sure, subjecting these admittedly innocent teens (and adults) to this grotesque display was fun, but where was the terror? With my legs reversed, I had a whole new center of gravity to work with and strong, powerful thighs in which to hold my body completely horizontal. I'd waddle over to Jay, jaw flopping as his chuckling, and stick my head between his legs, nestling my neck callous into his junk. Then he'd jump, kick, twist, and plop. His legs would be up, wrapped around my lower back, my arms around his knees, and his hands would be on the floor. Our spines would form a synergistic alignment, making us look like a terrible four-legged beast. My own junk would be hanging like a gnarled willow tree root.
Then, the chase would be on. We'd hunt down any runners. The stayers, those frozen in fear or disgust, would be spared. It wasn't because they deserved it. It was just that me and Jay had much, much more fun chasing down our prey. With my powerful legs, we were able to leap and sprint. Our two bodies meant we can maneuver around trees and chairs and doors and traps and hardly need to slow down. Jay's distended tongue and open throat gave him an enhanced sense of taste which made hiding from us impossible. No matter where you went, Jay would be able to taste your sweat in the air.
Once we got you, it was a full body assault. Jay would pin the arms and lick everything north of the umbilicus (navel). Sometimes I thought that that tongue of his was positively prehensile. Meanwhile, I'd scrunch our dual body up, arching me and Jay over our victim. Exposed from the lick down, I would reach down and just tickle the everlasting soul out of them. Sooner or later, their sense would be overwhelmed, overstimulated, and their bodies would shut down. "Another satisfied customer" we'd call them.
We did this for a dozen or so decades around several camps in the Great Lakes area. But what happens? Same thing as everyone else. You grow up, have families, and lose that wild, youthful energy.
I miss it, though. Hard not to think about sometimes, especially on these humid June days like today. Haha, it gets my hip bones itching.
So me and my husband have been dating for 2 years now. For a few months we were perfect but then it got a bit rocky per se.
At first he did little things like shank me and spit in my eyelids. I didnt really think much of it since every person is a little different (shoulder shrugging emoji) . But later it got a little dicier with things like holding my third son hostage. We talked it over and saw where he was coming from.
Now sadly hes been doing it again and this may be the dealbreaker for me. What should I do reddit?
Edit:we talked it over and he only gets to beat me and spit on me on weekends. Hopefully he listens.
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oh fuck now we know hes serious
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I'M PISSING AND SHITTING AND CUMMING AND BLEEDING AND THROWING UP AND NOW ALL MY FLUIDS ARE ON THE GROUND AND I'M EATING THEM AND POOPING THEM AND EATING THEM AGAIN. AND THEN I PISS THE FLUIDS AND LET IT DRY IN THE SUN AND THE I EAT IT AGAIN. THAT'S SO FUCKING GAY BRO.
I milked an Asian girl today. A 21 year old single mom of a 6mo baby she was separated from. Her breaststroke never stopped producing milk so they were enormous and she complained about them sometimes leaking.
I jokingly said "well that happens to cows too, but they feel better when milked." She didn't think it was funny but texted me later embarrassed. She said she tried it and milk came out but she was too shy to keep doing it. I told her I could milk her to help her feel better and she instantly agreed. An hour later she was over at my place.
I milked her. I killed her fat asian tiddies like udders. I stood behind her and hugged on to her while massaging and groping her breasts in the shower as milk first dripped, then squirted, then sprayed from her nipples. She was making cute moaning sounds and she told me it felt amazing and so relieving. I told her I wanted to taste it and she agreed.
I drank from her. Mouthfuls of asian breast milk.
Bros. The taste. The taste. I have never sprang a more powerful boner more quickly.
We fucked. Bareback while milk dribbled on my chest. It was primal. I had to breed her. I did breed her. I came inside of her and held her down while I sucked on her tits some more. I forced her to feel my jizz soaking into her cervix while I drained her titties. It was surreal.
We are meeting again next week for a "checkup" to massage her breasts and help "express" the breast milk. She thanked me for doing a good job and didn't say anything about the fact that I pinned her down and basically raped her.
Then I opened my portfolio and I also made about $5000 in gains. So it was a pretty good day.
How was yours?
Biggest scam of my entire life. There was this 8 yo working and was covered in tats and a few retards(literally) no offense tho๐. But they werenโt even real workers the entire restaurant was a scam. They didnโt know what they were doing. I order 2 Dorito tacos and a slushee and he gave me a fucking ziploc bag w some meat and lettuce in it. I was so pissed and wanted my slushee and he proceeds to tell me he gave it to me WHICH IK DAMN WELL I NEVER GOT IT. I asked how mich it was and he said 2 dollars and I handed him 30 and he said they donโt give change back. At that point I was so mad and beat him and took my change out
'Twas clear as day, upon the x-ray,
The vibrator wriggled and buzzed,
Up between the cheeks, but pushed in too deep,
Though now we knew right where it was,
I pulled out the tube, and squeezed out some lube,
All over my forceps and glove,
Told him to lean forward, he complied 'thout a word,
And deep up inside did I shove,
I've done this before, I knew how for sure,
I've worked the ER for a while,
And out came the toy, to the glee of the boy,
"Thanks, doc." he winced with a smile.
I have been into home cheese making for over three months, and I have become pretty great at it. I have sent cheese to some friends and they have had rave reviews. In fact, after some practice, I am thinking of going into the cheese game professionally to sell at the farmers market. (at first.) I have learned that cheese making is essentially an art, one that has been practiced over millennia, literally, and that I am now part of that proud tradition. I have become an artisan.
Now that things are starting to relax a little in my state, I have finally visited in person my good friends who recently had a baby. This happy couple have sampled my cheeses several times and adored it. It occurred to me the perfect congratulatory gift would be to make them a cheese. That is when the idea occurred to me to make the cheese out of her own breast milk.
To me, this seemed perfect and beautiful. What a personalized gift, what an artistic treat. Some of you may have an initial emotional reaction, but I urge you to consider a basic fact: milk is milk. Another basic fact: If we entrust breast milk to be safe and delicious for a baby, it is good enough for us. Another basic fact: Breast milk turned to cheese not only would have a unique flavor, but would create an emotional connection to the finished food that no other cheese could replicate.
If you are not aware, a mere gallon of milk can create 1 pound of hard cheese. I approached my friend with my idea, and asked her if I might have a gallon of her breast milk, so that I might use it to produce a personalized cheese for her and her husband.
I expected the couple to be flattered and overjoyed, but instead I was astonished to find they were angry and disturbed. I will not recount the entire argument here, but the wife was clearly very uncomfortable for some reason, and the husband was incredibly irate and called me "fucked up".
I explained to them that the cheese would be a lovely and artistic gift of nutrition and flavor, but they wouldn't hear it. They asked me to leave.
I have never been so disappointed in my life. I was looking forward to the task of creating a unique cheese, for I find such joy in the Work. I was looking forward to being able to give them such a personalized and special gift, that I thought they would so enjoy, for I love to induce joy in others. And of course, I was looking forward to the experience of tasting the cheese myself, to discover the new and special flavor, to experiment with what food and wine it might pair with. (Obviously most of the 1lb of cheese would be for my lovely friends, but a portion I must try for myself. The artist must sample his goods.)
To my great confusion and absolute horror, my friends have not been answering my text messages or calls. I have explained to them that I am profoundly disappointed in their narrow view of cheese and lack of flavor courage, but that I am sorry for making them uncomfortable, and I vowed to never again ask for their breast milk for the purposes of cheese innovation. Yet they have not answered me.
I am sad for two reasons now: I miss my great friends, whom I do so love, and I am sad that I will not for the near-term future be able to engage in my artistic cheese project. I just don't know what to do.
Back in my day when me nโ my boys werenโt fightin commies we could only do two things, eat or jerk off, course we chose jerk off, but to what? We was stuck in the jungles of Nam, with no women and all of our erotica covered in mud we didnโt have nothin to tug the rope to. So we did what any men would do, we built women out of the mud and sticks and the tall grass. I tell ya, there was no better feelin than after a long day of killin them commies stickin yer Willy in a woman made of mud. Thereโs still some out there, stood the test of time I tell ya. Yup they donโt make em like they used to thatโs for sure.
Words can't describe the happiness that's going through my body. Ever since I was a little kid (like maybe 2 or 3 years old), I needed validation on a group of people that I'm not even a part of. You know what? I think every show created for kids under the age of ten should specify whether their main characters like penis or vagina. I know there's going to be those un-progressive ape nazis (I think they call themselves "moderately conservative") who will say blatantly racist things "How about we let the LGBTQ community decide if these things are necessary" or something like "let the schools teach kids about these things". OK, now give me the little orange arrows so I can reinforce my fragile ego that depends on other people.
One time i stuck my dick in a full bottle of whiskey and vacuum sucked it into my bladder. A couple hours later, when I had to take a leak, I went outside and a held a lighter in front of my dick and started pissing fire. It was incredible. I was an unstoppable god. But then my hand slipped and the lighter got too close to my dick and my dick literally exploded. It was not fun.
I HAVE MORE HAIR ON MY ASS THAN I DO ON MOST MALES HEADS, AND I THINK THATS PRETTY FUCKING ANNOYING BUT IT HURTS TO SHAVE THOSE FUCKERS SO IT'S STAYING. SORRY FELICA, I AIN'T HELPIN YOU GET MY ASS HAIR OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. FUCK YOU.
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Okay so this may sound like im messing with you but I promise I'm not. I was recently diagnosed with a terminal disease called cyroaudiovascularmalexia. Basically if I don't get enough blood flow to my ears they will slowly freeze and will fall off, and it will spread to my inner ear and brain. There's no cure for it except one, I need to constantly warm my ears and the only material soft enough is the inner thighs of a pretty girl, so I need you to sit on my face for medical reasons.
So first of all we have to explain how hitler was a dolphin. the Idea is in itself wrong, since hitler wasnt a dolphin, but dolphins are actually Hitler. How do I know that? heres the evidence:
No one has ever seen a dolphin before 1889. Seriously You could ask anyone.
Dolphins love to do drugs. They sniff pufferfish all the time. Hitler was also a heavy drug user and even prescribed meth to his soldiers.
no one has ever seen Hitler and dolphins in the same room together. thats because Dolphin is Hitler.
No one has ever seen two dolphins in one room together either. thats because there is just one dolphin and thats Hitler.
When Hitler "shot himself" he actually just left his mortal vessel behind (his human form) and transformed into a dolphin and swam away in the spree (thats the river that flows through Berlin) https://www.morgenpost.de/bezirke/reinickendorf/article211551815/Ein-Pottwal-auf-der-Spree-mit-der-Moby-Dick-nach-Mitte.html In this article you can read that whales have been spotted in the spree multiple times since then.
Hitler "shot" himself with a "Walther PPK 7.65". Now if we change every letter to is correspondent number and the other way around we get 23112208518161611GFE. If we add all those numbers together we get 49 GFE. if we now change "GFE" back to numbers we get 49765 anf if we count all that together as well we get 31. If we take away the 3 (because who needs it anyway) we get 1. Now what is the 1st letter of the alphabet? A! what is hitlers 1st Name? Adolf! what happens when we take away the 1st letter of the alphabet that is also the 1st letter of hitlers 1st name? We are left with DOLF!!!!! OR MORE LIKE DOLFIN!!! THE PROOF IS OBVIOUS!!!! DOLPHINS ARE HITLER!!!! WAKE UP SHEEPLE!!!!!!!!!
For anyone whose Egyptian keyboard is broken, hereโs a full alphabet to copy and paste letters from accordingly
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ก ๐ ข ๐ ฃ ๐ ค ๐ ฅ ๐ ฆ ๐ ง ๐ จ ๐ ฉ ๐ ช ๐ ซ ๐ ฌ ๐ ญ ๐ ฎ ๐ ฏ ๐ ฐ ๐ ฑ ๐ ฒ ๐ ณ ๐ ด ๐ ต ๐ ถ ๐ ท ๐ ธ ๐ น ๐ บ ๐ ป ๐ ผ ๐ ฝ ๐ พ ๐ ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐
To everyone going through a tough time, hereโs some bubble wrap to relieve some stress:
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Wowwwww, you meow like a cat! That means you are one, right? Shut the fuck up. If you really want to be put on a leash and treated like a domestic animal then thatโs called a fetish, not โquirkyโ or โcuteโ. What part of you seriously thinks that any part of acting like a feline establishes a reputation of appreciation? Is it your lack of any defining aspect of personality that urges you to resort to shitty representations of cats to create an illusion of meaning in your worthless life? Wearing โcat earsโ in the shape of headbands further notes the complete absence of human attribution to your false sense of personality, such as intelligence or charisma in any form or shape. Where do you think this mindsetโs gonna lead you? You think youโre funny, random, quirky even? What makes you think that acting like a fucking cat will make a goddamn hyena laugh? I, personally, feel extremely sympathetic towards you as your only escape from the worthless thing you call your existence is to pretend to be an animal. But itโs not a worthy choice to assert this horrifying fact as a dominant trait, mainly because personality traits require an initial personality to lay their foundation on. Youโre not worthy of anybodyโs time, so go fuck off, โcat-girlโ.
My mum (82F) told me (12M) to do the dishes (16) but I (12M) was too busy playing Fortnite (3 kills) so I (12M) grabbed my controller (DualShock 4) and threw it at her (138kph). She fucking died, and I (12M) went to prison (18 years). While in prison I (12M) incited several riots (3) and assumed leadership of a gang responsible for smuggling drugs (cocaine) into the country. I (12M) also ordered the assassination of several celebrities (Michael Jackson, Elvis Presley and Jeffrey Epstein) and planned a terrorist attack (9/11). Anons, AITA?
My fellow Americans, due to the overwhelming amount of Black squares teenage girls are posting on Instagram, the supreme court has decided end racism completely. We did not think you would go to such extreme measures but you have very much proved your point. The Military will be told to stand down just please stop. Thank you
Is it possible to sleep with a manโs penis in your mouth all night long?
The answer is Yes, I had a boyfriend that I did this with multiple timesโฆ at least three occasions that I can remember. Having a penis in my mouth is very soothing, like a pacifier to a baby.
Hereโs how it worked: he would lay on his side, and I would spoon around his knees with my head propped up by a pillow so that my face was even with his Cock. We would both be excited by it at the beginning so there was always an initial intense session resulting in an orgasm, and once that was out of the way we would drift off to sleep. He would lose his erection after that first orgasm, allowing me to snuggle up against him and just relax with his limp Cock filling my mouth. While I would gently suckle on him while drifting off, once I was asleep that stopped and my mouth would just hold his Cock while we slept.
REM sleep causes erections, so several times during the night I would be woken up by the Cock in my mouth growing too big for my mouth to contain. (Sadly Iโve never mastered being able to deep throat.) Let me tell you, there is no greater feeling than the initial moment of confusion of crossing over from a dream into reality and realizing your mouth is actually full of Cock. Upon waking up I would start sucking again, which would lead to him cumming again, and then we would both drift off to sleep again, neither one of us having said a word. And then the whole cycle would repeat again and again until morning.
Now the drawback to all this is that we were both having our REM cycle interrupted all night, and we would both be exhausted all the next day. As a result we didnโt do this all the time but saved it for a special treat. The memories of those nights and that feeling of waking up with my mouth full are some of the best sexual memories of my life.
So it seems youโve tested positive for the Chinese virus, the so-called Covid NINETEEN, the Coronaโnobody knows what to call it, quite frankly. Itโs the most amazing thing, no one knew anything about Corona until a few weeks ago.
But the moment I heard about itโthe Wuhan flu; itโs also the Wuhan, or WuHAANโthatโs a city in China. Many people donโt know that. But the moment I heard about this Chinese flu, I ordered a test. And itโs an amazing test. We do better testing than anywhere in the world. Some say the Germans have the best tests, but they donโt. Our tests are even better.
So youโre positive for Corona. And usually โpositiveโ is a positive wordโitโs a very good word, frankly. Everybody thinks itโs good, apart from what you hear on the newsโwhich is fake. Itโs largely fake. But in medicine, โpositiveโ is not so good. So itโs very confusing. And Iโve always been very clear about that. Some say โpositiveโ is always good, but Iโve never agreed with that.
So youโre positive for the Corona. But youโll be fine. Totally fine. You might think youโre going to dieโand everybody does die, eventually. But youโll be fine. You feel fine, right? You wonโt need a ventilator. There are no ventilatorsโbut you wonโt need one.
How old are you, 55? You wonโt need one. Some people need a ventilator, and theyโre amazing machines. Did you know the first ventilator was made by Henry Ford? Itโs an incredible piece of equipment. But youโll be fine.
The virus gets into your lungs, which is where you breathe. But you have two of them. Some say you have a spare. Some people only have one lung. Itโs true. But I donโt talk about spares. I always want both. Given a choice, I want two lungs.
So Iโve asked nurseโwhatโs your name, Nancy?โIโve asked nurse Nancy to keep you comfortable. And Nancy is one of our finest nurses. I mean, just look at her. Incredible, right? Nancy, youโre really incredible. Youโre not afraid of Corona, are you, the Chinese Plague? I didnโt think so. Nancy will bring you whatever you need. And if you start coughing, do that into your elbow, so you donโt make a mess. Okay, youโre doing great. Iโll see you later.
> ask for a waitress.
> shes hot.
> pay her $300 on tip say to come to the back when work's over.
> she comes outside.
> you pick her up.
> go to a cheap motel.
> rip off her yoga pants.
> theres a DICK.
> whatever.
> shes still hot.
> you start jacking each other off.
> really getting into it.
> you start dating.
> shes pretty much a girl with a cock.
> you aren't gay for liking it.
> you've just fallen into a trap.
> and are stuck there for life.
> but it's a nice trap.
> you get married.
> it's not counted as a gay marriage.
> even the priest was fooled.
> you fuck her sister, the child might as well be his biological son.
> you raise a family.
> they grow up.
> fall into the same trap as you.
> but 1 generation down.
> They know your story.
> they aren't even surprised.
> THE CYCLE CONTINUES, LIKE COCKWORK