I have rape rage as been ass raped by my father to many times in my short short life, i now live on the streets of the Bronxs in Morris Heights soon i will need a new cardboard box as the one i'm in now is getting wet with all the jacking i do all day long!
I may as well just take over this thred since SFBE and his admirers have already shitted it up into uselessness.
So I was poasting on /sci/ about the usual (where I am the guy who knows the answers, and most other people just deny it), when I am suddenly B&. The B& is temporary and it said I was B& since I was poasting "insane trolling garbage".
WTF? That is what 4chan is for: To poast insane trolling garbage. It is like McDonald's kicked me out for eating. moot and WT Snax are obviously spending too much time rubbing their faces in each other's crotches to run this place sanely.
Good job, >>10-kun. moot and WT Snax have lost the faith in their mission in setting up FOARchan. Intead of smashing you with the B&hammer, they should have lauded your expressions.
I waited while she passed through the line, getting her US dollars turned into Japanese yen. When she finished, she came over to me and said something to the effect of “Oh, so you came after all? Thanks! Well, shall we get going?” “What, no hug?” I ask. “Oh yeah” she says, and gives me a cursory hug.
Perhaps it was a result of the break-down our relationship had been going through for the past few months, or perhaps it was because I’d spent the past few hours watching tearful, loving reunions at the very same gate…but this was so far detached from what I’d been expecting, that I began to cry. This was the first of only two times that I would actually cry about the whole miserable situation. She asked me what was wrong – I just couldn’t find the words to say anything. “Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.” I said.
As she always does, she began to get angry at the thought of me being upset or otherwise not happy. On the platform to catch the train back to Kyoto, she verbalizes her discontent – “That’s not fair to me you know, obviously there’s something bothering you and you won’t tell me what it is.” I told her that that was my line to her. Over the past few months our relationship had been peppered with lies, with inconsistencies, detachment, and secrets. She’d done a good job of pushing me away, and now that I was troubled she was upset that I wasn’t sharing? Seriously?
She said “We need to have a serious talk. But not here. Not now. Later.” I don’t know how or why, but suddenly I gained an almost Jedi-like sense of clarity here. Literally, it was like someone turned on a switch in my head, and suddenly I knew. I really should have known before, but now everything was crystal clear.
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I was raped last night and now all my farts smell like latex. He was a true gentleman to worry about my protection. After he was done he patted me on the head pulled out and squirted it all over my face.