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Larry Cum Free
Jun 3, 2022

move it or lose it dillweed

Defiance Industries posted:

I met my girlfriend/soon to be wife in a really odd way and can't tell anyone about it. We lie and say we met in line at Safeway. I have been wanting to tell the story for years, so forgive me if its a bit long.

Before I met my gf I was very much in to a local fetish scene known as "Going Clown". A woman in full clown makeup puts out the call for a handful of guys to meet her in a hotel room (since this is safest). Usually there's like 9 of us and we do what you can imagine we do. The main idea behind this fetish is that the clown girl was originally just a normal girl, who got infected by a bimbo-ization disease that manifests as looking like a clown.

Then at the end of the night, any guys who have clown makeup on them are "marked". Those guys reach out to G2G women they know to become the next marked clowns and schedule accordingly. There are around 200 of us in the Portland scene. I post on a few message boards and I figure there's around 4000 of us nationwide. So it's very very very niche.

That said; one of the times the clown was my now gf. At the end of the night I usually just leave, but felt a really strong attraction to her and stayed. I told her that I found her amazingly attractive and wanted to see more of her, outside of the clown scene. She agreed, we started dating, and have been happily together ever since. We no longer are part of the clown scene, but she usually does dress up during sex.

What are ‘G2G women’?

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Edmund Sparkler
Jul 4, 2003
For twelve years, you have been asking: Who is John Galt? This is John Galt speaking. I am the man who loves his life. I am the man who does not sacrifice his love or his values. I am the man who has deprived you of victims and thus has destroyed your world, and if you wish to know why you are peris

Larry Cum Free posted:

What are ‘G2G women’?

Good to go?

Buttchocks
Oct 21, 2020

No, I like my hat, thanks.
She crafted my body from mud and sticks, then bound the soul of a dying Baron to it in an unholy ritual, extending my life but ensuring my eternal damnation.

Lil Swamp Booger Baby
Aug 1, 1981

Fardit and he smeltit

mysterious frankie
Jan 11, 2009

This displeases Dev- ..van. Shut up.
That Andy Kaufman joke where he earnestly reads the entirety of The Great Gatsby aloud.

Extra Large Marge
Jan 21, 2004

Fun Shoe
We met on OKcupid but that's embarrassing so I tell people we met on "World of Warcraft".

Matinee
Sep 15, 2007

We matched on Tinder

Treecko
Apr 23, 2008

The Official Demon Girl
Boss of 2022!
I won mine at a Carnival

OK it was actually a Taco John's. But he was a carny.

Aishlinn
Mar 31, 2011

This might hurt a bit..


For twelve years, you have been asking: Who is John Galt? This is John Galt
speaking. I am the man who loves his life. I am the man who does not sacrifice his
love or his values. I am the man who has deprived you of victims and thus has
destroyed your world, and if you wish to know why you are perishing—you who
dread knowledge—I am the man who will now tell you.
You have heard it said that this is an age of moral crisis. You have said it yourself,
half in fear, half in hope that the words had no meaning. You have cried that man's
sins are destroying the world and you have cursed human nature for its unwillingness
to practice the virtues you demanded. Since virtue, to you, consists of sacrifice, you
have demanded more sacrifices at every successive disaster.
In the name of a return to morality, you have sacrificed all those evils, which you
held as the cause of your plight. You have sacrificed justice to mercy. You have
sacrificed independence to unity. You have sacrificed reason to faith. You have
sacrificed wealth to need. You have sacrificed self-esteem to self-denial. You have
sacrificed happiness to duty.
You have destroyed all that which you held to be evil and achieved all that which you
held to be good. Why, then, do you shrink in horror from the sight of the world
around you? That world is not the product of your sins; it is the product and the
image of your virtues. It is your moral ideal brought into reality in its full and final
perfection.
You have fought for it, you have dreamed of it, and you have wished it, and I—I am
the man who has granted you your wish.
Your ideal had an implacable enemy, which your code of morality was designed to
destroy. I have withdrawn that enemy. I have taken it out of your way and out of
your reach. I have removed the source of all those evils you were sacrificing one by
one. I have ended your battle. I have stopped your motor. I have deprived your
world of man's mind.
Men do not live by the mind, you say? I have withdrawn those who do. The mind is
impotent, you say? I have withdrawn those whose mind isn't. There are values higher
than the mind, you say? I have withdrawn those for whom there aren't.
2
While you were dragging to your sacrificial altars the men of justice, of
independence, of reason, of wealth, of self-esteem—I beat you to it, I reached them
first. I told them the nature of the game you were playing and the nature of that
moral code of yours, which they had been too innocently generous to grasp. I
showed them the way to live by another morality-mine. It is mine that they chose to
follow.
All the men who have vanished, the men you hated, yet dreaded to lose, it is I who
have taken them away from you. Do not attempt to find us. We do not choose to be
found. Do not cry that it is our duty to serve you. We do not recognize such duty.
Do not cry that you need us. We do not consider need a claim. Do not cry that you
own us. You don't. Do not beg us to return. We are on strike, we, the men of the
mind.
We are on strike against self-immolation. We are on strike against the creed of
unearned rewards and unrewarded duties. We are on strike against the dogma that
the pursuit of one's happiness is evil. We are on strike against the doctrine that life is
guilt.
There is a difference between our strike and all those you've practiced for centuries:
our strike consists, not of making demands, but of granting them. We are evil,
according to your morality. We have chosen not to harm you any longer. We are
useless, according to your economics. We have chosen not to exploit you any longer.
We are dangerous and to be shackled, according to your politics. We have chosen
not to endanger you, nor to wear the shackles any longer. We are only an illusion,
according to your philosophy. We have chosen not to blind you any longer and have
left you free to face reality—the reality you wanted, the world as you see it now, a
world without mind.
We have granted you everything you demanded of us, we who had always been the
givers, but have only now understood it. We have no demands to present to you, no
terms of bargain about, no compromise to reach. You have nothing to offer us. We
do not need you.
Are you now crying: No, this was not what you wanted? A mindless world of ruins
was not your goal? You did not want us to leave you? You moral cannibals, I know
that you've always known what it was that you wanted. But your game is up, because
now we know it, too.
Through centuries of scourges and disasters, brought about by your code of
morality, you have cried that your code had been broken, that the scourges were
punishment for breaking it, that men were too weak and too selfish to spill all the
blood it required. You damned man, you damned existence, you damned this earth,
but never dared to question your code.
Your victims took the blame and struggled on, with your curses as reward for their
martyrdom-while you went on crying that your code was noble, but human nature
was not good enough to practice it. And no one rose to ask the question: Good? -by
what standard?
You wanted to know John Galt's identity. I am the man who has asked that question.
3
Yes, this is an age of moral crisis. Yes, you are bearing punishment for your evil. But
it is not man who is now on trial and it is not human nature that will take the blame.
It is your moral code that's through, this time. Your moral code has reached its
climax, the blind alley at the end of its course. And if you wish to go on living, what
you now need is not to return to morality—you who have never known any—but to
discover it.
You have heard no concepts of morality but the mystical or the social. You have
been taught that morality is a code of behavior imposed on you by whim, the whim
of a supernatural power or the whim of society, to serve God's purpose or your
neighbor's welfare, to please an authority beyond the grave or else next door—but
not to serve your life or pleasure.
Your pleasure, you have been taught, is to be found in immorality, your interests
would best be served by evil, and any moral code must be designed not for you, but
against you, not to further your life, but to drain it.
For centuries, the battle of morality was fought between those who claimed that your
life belongs to God and those who claimed that it belongs to your neighbors—
between those who preached that the good is self-sacrifice for the sake of ghosts in
heaven and those who preached that the good is self-sacrifice for the sake of
incompetents on earth. And no one came to say that your life belongs to you and
that the good is to live it.
Both sides agreed that morality demands the surrender of your self-interest and of
your mind, that the moral and the practical are opposites, that morality is not the
province of reason, but the province of faith and force. Both sides agreed that no
rational morality is possible, that there is no right or wrong in reason—that in reason
there's no reason to be moral.
Whatever else they fought about, it was against man's mind that all your moralists
have stood united. It was man's mind that all their schemes and systems were
intended to despoil and destroy. Now choose to perish or to learn that the anti-mind
is the anti-life.
Man's mind is his basic tool of survival. Life is given to him, survival is not. His body
is given to him, its sustenance is not. His mind is given to him, its content is not. To
remain alive, he must act, and before he can act he must know the nature and
purpose of his action. He cannot obtain his food without a knowledge of food and
of the way to obtain it. He cannot dig a ditch—or build a cyclotron—without a
knowledge of his aim and of the means to achieve it. To remain alive, he must think.
But to think is an act of choice. The key to what you so recklessly call "human
nature", the open secret you live with, yet dread to name, is the fact that man is a
being of volitional consciousness. Reason does not work automatically; thinking is
not a mechanical process; the connections of logic are not made by instinct. The
function of your stomach, lungs or heart is automatic; the function of your mind is
not. In any hour and issue of your life, you are free to think or to evade that effort.
But you are not free to escape from your nature, from the fact that reason is your
4
means of survival-so that for you, who are a human being, the question "to be or not
to be" is the question "to think or not to think."
[ ... ]
In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are its
worst. In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of man be
distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved
his title.
Do not lose your knowledge that man's proper estate is an upright posture, an
intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads. Do not let your fire go out,
spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the notquite, the not-yet, the not-at-all.
Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved,
but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.
The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it's yours.
But to win it requires your total dedication and a total break with the world of your
past, with the doctrine that man is a sacrificial animal who exists for the pleasure of
others. Fight for the value of your person. Fight for the virtue of your pride. Fight
for the essence of that which is man: for his sovereign rational mind. Fight with the
radiant certainty and the absolute rectitude of knowing that yours is the Morality of
Life and that yours is the battle for any achievement, any value, any grandeur, any
goodness, any joy that has ever existed on this earth.
You will win when you are ready to pronounce the oath I have taken at the start of
my battle—and for those who wish to know the day of my return, I shall now repeat
it to the hearing of the world:
"I swear—by my life and my love of it—that I will never live for the sake of another
man, nor ask another man to live for mine."

oh, what, who? Oh that's my boyfriend.

BAGS FLY AT NOON
Apr 6, 2011

A Soft Nylon Bag
Well of course I know him. He’s me!

Larry Cum Free
Jun 3, 2022

move it or lose it dillweed
Bad news, gang. I showed my wife this thread and she still thinks mine was the worst. She's also mad that I got flustered when her colleagues didn't laugh and she looked mad after I told it, so I started playing it off like it was true. I kept saying "it's ok, it was for charity".

Das Boo
Jun 9, 2011

There was a GHOST here.
It's gone now.
She didn't do it, but I picked her out of the line up anyway.

flubber nuts
Oct 5, 2005


Aishlinn posted:

For twelve years, you have been asking: Who is John Galt? This is John Galt
speaking. I am the man who loves his life. I am the man who does not sacrifice his
love or his values. I am the man who has deprived you of victims and thus has
destroyed your world, and if you wish to know why you are perishing—you who
dread knowledge—I am the man who will now tell you.
You have heard it said that this is an age of moral crisis. You have said it yourself,
half in fear, half in hope that the words had no meaning. You have cried that man's
sins are destroying the world and you have cursed human nature for its unwillingness
to practice the virtues you demanded. Since virtue, to you, consists of sacrifice, you
have demanded more sacrifices at every successive disaster.
In the name of a return to morality, you have sacrificed all those evils, which you
held as the cause of your plight. You have sacrificed justice to mercy. You have
sacrificed independence to unity. You have sacrificed reason to faith. You have
sacrificed wealth to need. You have sacrificed self-esteem to self-denial. You have
sacrificed happiness to duty.
You have destroyed all that which you held to be evil and achieved all that which you
held to be good. Why, then, do you shrink in horror from the sight of the world
around you? That world is not the product of your sins; it is the product and the
image of your virtues. It is your moral ideal brought into reality in its full and final
perfection.
You have fought for it, you have dreamed of it, and you have wished it, and I—I am
the man who has granted you your wish.
Your ideal had an implacable enemy, which your code of morality was designed to
destroy. I have withdrawn that enemy. I have taken it out of your way and out of
your reach. I have removed the source of all those evils you were sacrificing one by
one. I have ended your battle. I have stopped your motor. I have deprived your
world of man's mind.
Men do not live by the mind, you say? I have withdrawn those who do. The mind is
impotent, you say? I have withdrawn those whose mind isn't. There are values higher
than the mind, you say? I have withdrawn those for whom there aren't.
2
While you were dragging to your sacrificial altars the men of justice, of
independence, of reason, of wealth, of self-esteem—I beat you to it, I reached them
first. I told them the nature of the game you were playing and the nature of that
moral code of yours, which they had been too innocently generous to grasp. I
showed them the way to live by another morality-mine. It is mine that they chose to
follow.
All the men who have vanished, the men you hated, yet dreaded to lose, it is I who
have taken them away from you. Do not attempt to find us. We do not choose to be
found. Do not cry that it is our duty to serve you. We do not recognize such duty.
Do not cry that you need us. We do not consider need a claim. Do not cry that you
own us. You don't. Do not beg us to return. We are on strike, we, the men of the
mind.
We are on strike against self-immolation. We are on strike against the creed of
unearned rewards and unrewarded duties. We are on strike against the dogma that
the pursuit of one's happiness is evil. We are on strike against the doctrine that life is
guilt.
There is a difference between our strike and all those you've practiced for centuries:
our strike consists, not of making demands, but of granting them. We are evil,
according to your morality. We have chosen not to harm you any longer. We are
useless, according to your economics. We have chosen not to exploit you any longer.
We are dangerous and to be shackled, according to your politics. We have chosen
not to endanger you, nor to wear the shackles any longer. We are only an illusion,
according to your philosophy. We have chosen not to blind you any longer and have
left you free to face reality—the reality you wanted, the world as you see it now, a
world without mind.
We have granted you everything you demanded of us, we who had always been the
givers, but have only now understood it. We have no demands to present to you, no
terms of bargain about, no compromise to reach. You have nothing to offer us. We
do not need you.
Are you now crying: No, this was not what you wanted? A mindless world of ruins
was not your goal? You did not want us to leave you? You moral cannibals, I know
that you've always known what it was that you wanted. But your game is up, because
now we know it, too.
Through centuries of scourges and disasters, brought about by your code of
morality, you have cried that your code had been broken, that the scourges were
punishment for breaking it, that men were too weak and too selfish to spill all the
blood it required. You damned man, you damned existence, you damned this earth,
but never dared to question your code.
Your victims took the blame and struggled on, with your curses as reward for their
martyrdom-while you went on crying that your code was noble, but human nature
was not good enough to practice it. And no one rose to ask the question: Good? -by
what standard?
You wanted to know John Galt's identity. I am the man who has asked that question.
3
Yes, this is an age of moral crisis. Yes, you are bearing punishment for your evil. But
it is not man who is now on trial and it is not human nature that will take the blame.
It is your moral code that's through, this time. Your moral code has reached its
climax, the blind alley at the end of its course. And if you wish to go on living, what
you now need is not to return to morality—you who have never known any—but to
discover it.
You have heard no concepts of morality but the mystical or the social. You have
been taught that morality is a code of behavior imposed on you by whim, the whim
of a supernatural power or the whim of society, to serve God's purpose or your
neighbor's welfare, to please an authority beyond the grave or else next door—but
not to serve your life or pleasure.
Your pleasure, you have been taught, is to be found in immorality, your interests
would best be served by evil, and any moral code must be designed not for you, but
against you, not to further your life, but to drain it.
For centuries, the battle of morality was fought between those who claimed that your
life belongs to God and those who claimed that it belongs to your neighbors—
between those who preached that the good is self-sacrifice for the sake of ghosts in
heaven and those who preached that the good is self-sacrifice for the sake of
incompetents on earth. And no one came to say that your life belongs to you and
that the good is to live it.
Both sides agreed that morality demands the surrender of your self-interest and of
your mind, that the moral and the practical are opposites, that morality is not the
province of reason, but the province of faith and force. Both sides agreed that no
rational morality is possible, that there is no right or wrong in reason—that in reason
there's no reason to be moral.
Whatever else they fought about, it was against man's mind that all your moralists
have stood united. It was man's mind that all their schemes and systems were
intended to despoil and destroy. Now choose to perish or to learn that the anti-mind
is the anti-life.
Man's mind is his basic tool of survival. Life is given to him, survival is not. His body
is given to him, its sustenance is not. His mind is given to him, its content is not. To
remain alive, he must act, and before he can act he must know the nature and
purpose of his action. He cannot obtain his food without a knowledge of food and
of the way to obtain it. He cannot dig a ditch—or build a cyclotron—without a
knowledge of his aim and of the means to achieve it. To remain alive, he must think.
But to think is an act of choice. The key to what you so recklessly call "human
nature", the open secret you live with, yet dread to name, is the fact that man is a
being of volitional consciousness. Reason does not work automatically; thinking is
not a mechanical process; the connections of logic are not made by instinct. The
function of your stomach, lungs or heart is automatic; the function of your mind is
not. In any hour and issue of your life, you are free to think or to evade that effort.
But you are not free to escape from your nature, from the fact that reason is your
4
means of survival-so that for you, who are a human being, the question "to be or not
to be" is the question "to think or not to think."
[ ... ]
In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are its
worst. In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of man be
distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved
his title.
Do not lose your knowledge that man's proper estate is an upright posture, an
intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads. Do not let your fire go out,
spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the notquite, the not-yet, the not-at-all.
Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved,
but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.
The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it's yours.
But to win it requires your total dedication and a total break with the world of your
past, with the doctrine that man is a sacrificial animal who exists for the pleasure of
others. Fight for the value of your person. Fight for the virtue of your pride. Fight
for the essence of that which is man: for his sovereign rational mind. Fight with the
radiant certainty and the absolute rectitude of knowing that yours is the Morality of
Life and that yours is the battle for any achievement, any value, any grandeur, any
goodness, any joy that has ever existed on this earth.
You will win when you are ready to pronounce the oath I have taken at the start of
my battle—and for those who wish to know the day of my return, I shall now repeat
it to the hearing of the world:
"I swear—by my life and my love of it—that I will never live for the sake of another
man, nor ask another man to live for mine."

oh, what, who? Oh that's my boyfriend.

I've been asking about this for 12 years so it's nice to finally get an answer. Thank you.

No. 6
Jun 30, 2002

LMAO at having a partner

Cabbages and VHS
Aug 25, 2004

Listen, I've been around a bit, you know, and I thought I'd seen some creepy things go on in the movie business, but I really have to say this is the most disgusting thing that's ever happened to me.
she and I were the only people who sharted so much at the farting contest that we were asked to leave and come back with mops

edit: "I was holding the nicest bottle of liquor in the room when she was looking around" is not the worst possible joke to make but it is what I usually say because it's literally true. Fuckin Skye vodka in college, and here we all are 20 years later. If I'd been drinking Molson XXX that night, who knows!!

Vampire Panties
Apr 18, 2001
nposter
Nap Ghost
Yeah i used to babysit her. No not in a weird way, she was my daughter's friend

Cabbages and VHS
Aug 25, 2004

Listen, I've been around a bit, you know, and I thought I'd seen some creepy things go on in the movie business, but I really have to say this is the most disgusting thing that's ever happened to me.

Vampire Panties posted:

Yeah i used to babysit her. No not in a weird way, she was my daughter's friend

errol is that you

Buttchocks
Oct 21, 2020

No, I like my hat, thanks.
We were both standing on an iceberg and she says to me, "it looks like you're wearing a tuxedo." I was, because it was our wedding day.

Aishlinn
Mar 31, 2011

This might hurt a bit..


*both doing the same line of coke from either end like lady and the tramp*

Private Cumshoe
Feb 15, 2019

AAAAAAAGAGHAAHGGAH
Met in January 6th holding cell

Edmund Sparkler
Jul 4, 2003
For twelve years, you have been asking: Who is John Galt? This is John Galt speaking. I am the man who loves his life. I am the man who does not sacrifice his love or his values. I am the man who has deprived you of victims and thus has destroyed your world, and if you wish to know why you are peris

Goon camp

:gooncamp:

TheKub
May 11, 2006


WTF is this drivel? This sounds like something Elon Musk would masturbate vigorously to.

syntaxfunction
Oct 27, 2010
"I met her at narcotics anonymous. I was the dealer outside looking for easy sales. Needless to say she's been dependent on me ever since."

Milo and POTUS
Sep 3, 2017

I will not shut up about the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. I talk about them all the time and work them into every conversation I have. I built a shrine in my room for the yellow one who died because sadly no one noticed because she died around 9/11. Wanna see it?

Cabbages and Kings posted:

she and I were the only people who sharted so much at the farting contest that we were asked to leave and come back with mops

edit: "I was holding the nicest bottle of liquor in the room when she was looking around" is not the worst possible joke to make but it is what I usually say because it's literally true. Fuckin Skye vodka in college, and here we all are 20 years later. If I'd been drinking Molson XXX that night, who knows!!

and yet you cheaped out and poured smirnov at the reception. You make me sick. No brand loyalty at all

McSpanky
Jan 16, 2005






Cobra Commander posted:

Met at the gathering of the juggalos

So there we were, both in the hospital after a skinnydip in Lake Hepatitis

Treecko
Apr 23, 2008

The Official Demon Girl
Boss of 2022!
Well you gotta go to lake Hep. to wash off the stink from Drug Alley.

BigBadSteve
Apr 29, 2009

I woke up at the crackhouse one night and found her hanging off the end of my dick. She needed a pimp and I needed a ho, so bing bada boom.

Professor Shark
May 22, 2012

We were both posting in a GBS thread and things fell into place

Anyone want to get some coffee later?

egg_dog
Nov 12, 2005

nͬ͒̂̓̂ͪoͨ́
Fun Shoe
Won me in a pooing contest

YeahTubaMike
Mar 24, 2005

*hic* Gotta finish thish . . .
Doctor Rope

Funky See Funky Do posted:

It's a funny story actually. I was visiting my friend Nate..


Bad Purchase posted:

they mean Nathan

Milo and POTUS posted:

THE HOT DOG GUY?

Maybe they mean Nate Dogg, maybe their s/o was one of all the girls who paused

Brother Tadger
Feb 15, 2012

I'm accidentally a suicide bomber!

Better Nate than lever

doctorfrog
Mar 14, 2007

Great.

She came free with a ticket to a farting contest.

Professor Shark
May 22, 2012

Fart made person after a Fart Contest and she just took me home

cumpantry
Dec 18, 2020

Defiance Industries posted:

I met my girlfriend/soon to be wife in a really odd way and can't tell anyone about it. We lie and say we met in line at Safeway. I have been wanting to tell the story for years, so forgive me if its a bit long.

Before I met my gf I was very much in to a local fetish scene known as "Going Clown". A woman in full clown makeup puts out the call for a handful of guys to meet her in a hotel room (since this is safest). Usually there's like 9 of us and we do what you can imagine we do. The main idea behind this fetish is that the clown girl was originally just a normal girl, who got infected by a bimbo-ization disease that manifests as looking like a clown.

Then at the end of the night, any guys who have clown makeup on them are "marked". Those guys reach out to G2G women they know to become the next marked clowns and schedule accordingly. There are around 200 of us in the Portland scene. I post on a few message boards and I figure there's around 4000 of us nationwide. So it's very very very niche.

That said; one of the times the clown was my now gf. At the end of the night I usually just leave, but felt a really strong attraction to her and stayed. I told her that I found her amazingly attractive and wanted to see more of her, outside of the clown scene. She agreed, we started dating, and have been happily together ever since. We no longer are part of the clown scene, but she usually does dress up during sex.

ten bux well spent

Mozi
Apr 4, 2004

Forms change so fast
Time is moving past
Memory is smoke
Gonna get wider when I die
Nap Ghost
well ever since we were born as conjoined twins we figured might as well just go with it

Buttchocks
Oct 21, 2020

No, I like my hat, thanks.
Found him under the couch when I moved out of my last apartment.

X JAKK
Sep 1, 2000

We eat the pig then together we BURN
We met at Auschwitz when I fell out of the tower

maybeadracula
Sep 9, 2022

by sebmojo
We met at a trump rally

Funky See Funky Do
Aug 20, 2013
STILL TRYING HARD
He caught my eye from across the road.

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flubber nuts
Oct 5, 2005


I met my wives while astral projecting into the secret military base under the denver international airport.

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