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13Pandora13 posted:Testicular cancer I imagine. They put in silicon falsies, they don't just lop the whole sack off. uhhhh lol
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dpack_1 posted:How would you even keep something like that clean? Probably semi-regular douching.
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dpack_1 posted:I'm gonna go ahead and guess you didn't watch the whole thing. No I freaked out at ball removal 2. Whoops.
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dpack_1 posted:How would you even keep something like that clean? Why not just use your fingers?
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Bundle of Keys posted:Why not just use your fingers? Sebum and dead skin cells, and that poo poo that collects in your navel, it's all gonna find its way in there, i'm sure douching is the serious answer but... urgh...
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You also have to dilate (stick a dildo in) the vagina for a period of time after the surgery, to avoid the new hole from healing itself and closing up.
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dpack_1 posted:Sebum and dead skin cells, and that poo poo that collects in your navel, it's all gonna find its way in there, i'm sure douching is the serious answer but... urgh... That stuff has a tendency to collect in any skin fold if you don't shower daily. I'm wondering why you'd think a bottle brush would be required to do the job though?
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Bundle of Keys posted:That stuff has a tendency to collect in any skin fold if you don't shower daily. I'm wondering why you'd think a bottle brush would be required to do the job though? Cause it would sort of be like brushing your teeth, only instead of a mouth it's a mutilated pushed in dick.
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“…that public fleshlight at burning man….” Finally, the google image search I was searching for! Also, “public fleshlight” would be a great name for, well. um…just about everything I guess. Skippy McPants posted:Wildred Owen posted: Maybe this opens the door for me to post my favorite creepy image poem that ends in zen? (Tldr audio version here: http://www.npr.org/programs/death/readings/stories/sante.html ): The Unknown Soldier by Luc Sante The last thing I saw was a hallway ceiling four feet wide, with a plaster molding that looked like a long row of small fish, each trying to swallow the one ahead of it. The last thing I saw was a crack of yellow sky between buildings, partly obscured by a line of laundry. The last thing I saw was the parapet, and beyond it the trees. The last thing I saw was his badge, but I couldn't tell you the number. The last thing I saw was a full shot glass, slid along by somebody who clapped me on the back. The last thing I saw was the sedan that came barreling straight at me while I thought, It's okay, I'm safely behind the window of the doughnut shop. The last thing I saw was a boot, right foot, with nails protruding from the instep. The last thing I saw was a turd. The last thing I saw was a cobble. The last thing I saw was night. I lost my balance crossing Broadway and was trampled by a team of brewery horses. I was winching myself up from the side of a six-story house on a board platform with a load of nails for the cornice when the weak part of the rope hit the pulley sideways and got sheared. I lost my way in snowdrifts half a block from my apartment. I drank a bottle of carbolic acid not really knowing whether I meant to or not. I got very cold and coughed and forgot things. I went out to a yard to try to give birth in secret, but something happened. I met a policeman who mistook me for somebody else. I was drunk on my birthday and fell off the dock trying to grab a gold piece that looked like it was floating. I was hanged in the courtyard of the Tombs before a cheering crowd and people clogged the rooftops of buildings, but I still say that rascal had it coming. I stole a loaf of bread and started eating it as I ran down the street, but there was a wad of raw dough in the middle that got caught in my throat. I was supposed to get up early that morning, but couldn't move. I heard a sort of whistling noise above my head as I was passing by the post office, and that's all I know. I was hustling a customer who looked like a real swell, but when we got upstairs he pulled out a razor. I owed a lot of rent and got put out and that night curled up in somebody else's doorway, and he came home in a bad mood. I ate some oysters I dug up myself. I felt very hot and shaky and strange, and everybody in the shop was looking at me, and I kept trying to tell them that I'd be all right in a minute, but I just couldn't get it out. I never woke up as the fumes snaked into my room. I stood yelling as he stabbed me again and again. I shot up the bag as soon as I got home, but thought it smelled funny when I cooked it. I was asleep in the park when these kids came by. I crawled out the window and felt sick looking down, so I just threw myself out and looked up as I fell. I thought I could get warm by burning some newspaper in a soup pot. I went to pieces very slowly and was happy when it finally stopped. I thought the train was going way too fast, but I kept on reading. I let this guy pick me up at the party, and sometime later we went off in his car. I felt real sick, but the nurse thought I was kidding. I jumped over to the other fire escape, but my foot slipped. I thought I had time to cross the street. I thought the floor would support my weight. I thought nobody could touch me. I never knew what hit me. They put me in a bag. They nailed me up in a box. They walked me down Mulberry Street followed by altar boys and four priests under a canopy and everybody in the neighborhood singing the "Libera Me Domine." They collected me in pieces all through the park. They laid me in state under the rotunda for three days. They engraved my name on the pediment. They drew my collar up to my chin to hide the hole in my neck. They laughed about me over baked meats and rye whiskey. They didn't know who I was when they fished me out and still don't know six months later. They held my body for ransom and collected, but by that time they had burned it. They never found me. They threw me in the cement mixer. They heaped all of us into a trench and stuck a monument on top. They cut me up at the medical school. They weighed down my ankles and tossed me in the drink. They named a dormitory after me. They gave speeches claiming I was some kind of tin saint. They hauled me away in the ashman's cart. They put me on a boat and took me to an island. They tried to keep my mother from throwing herself in after me. They bought me my first suit and dressed me up in it. They marched to City Hall holding candles and shouting my name. They forgot all about me and took down my picture. So give my eyes to the eye bank, give my blood to the blood bank. Make my hair into switches, put my teeth into rattles, sell my heart to the junkman. Give my spleen to the mayor. Hook my lungs to an engine. Stretch my guts down the avenue. Stick my head on a pike, plug my spine to the third rail, throw my liver and lights to the winner. Grind my nails up with sage and camphor and sell it under the counter. Set my hands in the window as a reminder. Take my name from me and make it a verb. Think of me when you run out of money. Remember me when you fall on the sidewalk. Mention me when they ask you what happened. I am everywhere under your feet.
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Otteration posted:Maybe this opens the door for me to post my favorite creepy image poem that ends in zen? (Tldr audio version here: http://www.npr.org/programs/death/readings/stories/sante.html ): Luc Sante is great, I highly recommend his book "Low Life" to anyone who hasn't read it.
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Alain Perdrix posted:Been a while, but in case you are somehow still looking, this sounds like Aleksandra Waliszewska. You are a lovely angel baby wrapped in cloud candy. Thank you!
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Spent way too long looking for photoshopped-in monster faces in the dark before I finally read the sign.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmSUMXCJwUk A video is just a bunch of images played in a sequence, right? Anyways, context: This was Russia's entry into the 2015 Eurovision competition, and some people were supremely pissed off that they had the loving gall to sing a song about world unity while at the same time all the poo poo was going down in Ukraine. So naturally, someone spliced together the music vid
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Arcsquad12 posted:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmSUMXCJwUk Excellent.
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Panoramas gone terribly wrong.  
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Shinobi just been around this way for sure.
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Crossposting from YLLS. Skinny guy injects synthol to try and look intimidating, fails. Notice the forearms.  
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I don't think I've ever seen a synthol user that doesn't look either deformed, ridiculous or both.
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Slime posted:I don't think I've ever seen a synthol user that doesn't look either deformed, ridiculous or both. Is there a way to use it without it ending up disgusting? Like is there a community that fine-tunes synthol injections and the results are almost acceptable? I just can't imagine how it became a thing if everyone just ends up looking like they have water balloon tumors under their skin
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Aesop Poprock posted:Is there a way to use it without it ending up disgusting? Like is there a community that fine-tunes synthol injections and the results are almost acceptable? I just can't imagine how it became a thing if everyone just ends up looking like they have water balloon tumors under their skin I imagine if you were already pretty buff and used just a tiny bit to enhance your natural curves you might get away with it and nobody would realize you were using it at all.
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Say Nothing posted:Panoramas gone terribly wrong. all me btw
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Angela Christine posted:I imagine if you were already pretty buff and used just a tiny bit to enhance your natural curves you might get away with it and nobody would realize you were using it at all. It's also apparently a handy way of evening up muscles if your build isn't exactly symmetrical. Just be careful not to spring a leak while you're competing on stage! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvjQAK5Jy-Q
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Say Nothing posted:Hyperdontia. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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There are so many fake pictures of that disorder I'm not sure what a real example actually looks like.
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Say Nothing posted:Panoramas gone terribly wrong. Worm dog is awesome. You throw a Frisbee, he retrieves it by feeling where it lands on the ground.
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Hospital squatter or the ghost of christmas past? You decide! 
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Apparently that's been there for quite a few years. Not all the time, just around the holidays.
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It showed up as a trending headline on facebook the other day...it just said authorities confirmed it was some ply wood with lights strung around it. Well that cleared that up...
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stay safe christmas ghost
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crowoutofcontext posted:
I like it. It's like the New Orleans version of this Beksinski painting  You can whine about how scary the darkness is, or you can ... light up a Christmas tree on plywood.
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The home decoration every serial killer needs.
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IShallRiseAgain posted:The home decoration every serial killer needs. A serial killer only needs the empty wall-mounts.
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