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Mmmmmm... Fried pig pussy! Once you eat one of these pig pussy pork rinds, you'll never eat another.. human pussy again. But FUCK human pussy! I fuck dead pigs. You'll read all about it in heartburn how I fuck them dead pigs before I turn em into pork rinds!

I couldn't get no twat from serenity back then. She only wanted dildos in her pussy twat. Big phony bologna dicks. But now she wants this real cock. Come here serenity lets show these assholes how we fuck. Lets show these assholes how we fuck. My sweet sweet serenity.

Fuck an umbilical cord out of your phony asshole, and I'll hang a pig with it, while I impregnate you with my 80 year old pork rind dick. You'll give birth to a dead pig and we'll cut him into pork rinds.

I'll eat pork rinds with god. In a land that speaks only with its eyes. No language, no dildos, no fucking laws! Where the whores can't sell their pussy. Or use their twats to gold dig. A land where us warriors run free with our big dicks out, and our fucking hair wild.

Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Salt their dead skin and put em in plastic bags. Fuck you, you fucking, farting robots. Suck my dead pig. Suck my dead pig!

Im looking for a print function, it cant be printufu (thats japanese for printf) or any stdio function. It has to be of 2 or more parameteru (thats japanese for 2 parameters) and has be be chibi (small) sized. And has to be really kawaii (cute). Also It has to be about 10-20 bux. And you have to post documentation of it first (i want to make shure it's kawaii [cute]). And it would be nice if it came with matching input reading (WITH error handling). OH! and it CANNOT have any complicated syntax, or be made out of C. It has to be made of C++, or something like that. Also it would be nice if it was made in japan. and not in china or corea (korea) or whatever. I have found a function similar to the one im describing in sourceforge, but it was 1 parameteru, and i dont want my formatou (formatting) to touch my other things (it can get mixed up and i would not like that, plus 2 paraneters looks more kawaii)

want to be the hamburger.

 I want Saten-san to bite into me, her soft lips pressing against my buns. Bit by bit she will devour me, covering me a mess of warm saliva that would put the wettest kiss to shame. Then she would swallow me, every last drop of me, down her throat.

 Then her stomach acids would start pounding on me from all sides. I want to give Saten-san all my nutrients. My vitamins. My minerals. All of it. I want her to have all of it so that her smile stays radiant and happy.

 And then I will be in Saten-san's rectum. I will be in Saten-san's rectum! A special place where no man has gone before. I will be there. And then, before my final departure into the toilet, I will catch one small glimpse of her other special place. It will be the last thing I see before I head into the cold, darkness of the sewers. But I will have lived a happy, fulfilled life.

 That is all.

I have a 10 year old sister. She's not the girl in the picture but she has this picture on her facebook because it was a girl in the newspaper that looks so much like her that her friends tagged her in it. I will NOT post her actual pics so don't ask.

Here's the problem. I'm 24 and since my sister was 6 (and I was 20) she used to play this game were she'd sit on my lap facing the TV watching music videos and bounce and dance around. It wasn't an issue until a few months ago.

She's starting to develop physically and I accidentally got a hardon one time. I think she felt it because when it happened she started bouncing around a little faster and it made me even harder. I thought it was innocent until she turned back and gave me a glance like she knew I was getting turned on and was doing it on purpose.

It's happened a few times since then on weekends that I'd visit and now I'm back from college for the summer I'll be living with her for a few months.

I'm a bit ashamed to say that yesterday she got me so turned on that I excused myself and jerked off in the bathroom. Just as I was about to finish she came up to the door (luckily it was locked) and asked if I was coming back out and the sound of her voice made me cum the hardest I ever came.

I'm thinking of sitting down with her in a serious way and telling her she's getting too old to play like this with me. I don't know how to best say it because she's only 10 so she can't really know what she's doing. Anyone else experience something like this?

I'm kicking myself right now. I was just at Food4Less and there was some homeless guy who was steal some booze and I was right there buying my groceries when some guy shouted "that homeless guy just stole some booze!" And I stood there feeling shocked and really bad for him when he was stopped by staff there. When I went outside after I bagged my groceries I thought of a plan to save him. I should have said "Hey he's just bringing it to my car. He didn't know he couldn't go past the register without paying." I could have saved that guy and bought him some booze if he wanted it that bad. I could have been his hero, his friend. But all I did was stare down and do nothing to defend the guy. I have been feeling bad ever since because I was buying beer myself with a credit card so it's practically stealing too, in a way. I could have been a hero but instead I was just a dumb coward and now someone is going to jail for it.

Sex is the mind-killer.
Sex is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my sex.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the sex has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

listen you cunt, i cant call you fat but i can definitely call you a cunt because you're being one.

you are a fucking pathetic little faggot bitch, and i want you to come to my house and spew the same bullshit you post in here to my face.

oh wait,i dont need to worry about you coming to my house because you would never do it. youll just continue to sit behind a fucking computer screen and act like fucking mike tyson to every guy you meet, when in reality you are a fat virgin neckbeard loser with cheeto dust in his beard and a pillow with a hole in it that you fuck every night

seriously, its so god damn pathetic to just watch people like you. like, i want to try to be angry at you, but honestly i just want to be your friend out of pity because i know you dont have any besides the friends on your wow account.

you should honestly just draft up a suicide note right now and continue adding to it every day little by little as the failures of your life pile up day after day and you wil finally have an entire book worth of your failures and can finally kill yourself and make your family and online friends happy.

of course, you would probably fuck it up and miss your brain stem so you have to shoot yourself in the head 2-3 times while in agony to go out like a wounded dog, or you will try to mix bleach and ammonia but the room will be a bit too ventilated so you weel literally feel the chlorine gas burning away the lining of your lungs and suffer in horrific, unfathomable agony for 5 minutes as you literally burn and melt from the inside out after you start vomiting up your own lungs and liquefied lung begins pouring out of your nose and you slowly suffocate to death.

fuck you, ive raped people for far less than this. you think you can fucking come on OT and just act like a fucking hardass and order people around? Bad news for you, fuckface, but tonights the night your luck runs out. You fucking tell ANYBODY on these forums what to do again, and you're going to find out the hard way what a fucking baseball bat to the side of the skull feels like. Think I'm fucking kidding? I have your IP, I know who you are, and Im more than willing to settle this argument face to fucking face. You call yourself "Hooligan"? We'll see who's the hooligan when one of us is lying face down in a pile of their own blood, shit, and piss. Try and order someone else on here around, and see what fucking happens to you. I'm normally a calm guy but when I need to, I'm willing to break some fucking face to get my point across, just fucking test me you worthless sack of excrement.

Where will we be in 5, 10, 15 years

5 years

You: slowly getting fatter, girlfriend has had a bit to much work done, still work at your dead end job framing houses, she just said she is pregnant.

Myself: 2nd class engineer, making 250k+ a year, have an honest relationship, own a home, boat, camper, etc......... abit over weight but at 6'4" and 300lbs of highschool linemen I will always be bigger.

10 Years

you: married, dead end job, bald, fat, 3 kids one more on way, stuck in the glory days

me: 1st class engineer 500k+ a year job, recently married first kid on way

15 years

you: manager at your shitty job, 8 kids, debt out the ass, your "hot" girlfriend is spending all your money to get perrty

me: half retired spending half the year in mexico, 3-4 kids, no debt, loving marriage

I have planned for my life I work hard and respect people it will take me far.

PS: gonna buy a new 65K truck in a few weeks what do you drive, your moms old van?

pic is me in fucking Singapore

It's undescribable. He's mating with me, he's claimed me. I feel him slow, his cock still throbbing within me, it seems as though there's no more room for his cum. It's dripping out of me, onto his fur. I reach down, and then bring my hand up, tasting him. It's more than I ever expected. It's heaven.

See, that's just what homosexuality really is. It's just people with gender dissociative disorder and attention whoring. It's nothing more than a fetish with a community surrounding the hobby aspect of it.

I'm pretty sure most gay people don't consider sissies or traps to be "real gheys" btw. They only consider people to be really gay if they dress like men and like manly muscle men. And there is not even a biological aspect to it, it's pure environment. Which only shows that it's just a fetish.

>Live with 2 gay men, I am a straight female
>One is a magnificent flaming homo who is a ton of fun and my best friend because I'm a natural fag hag
>Other is militant transgenderqueer (Never did find out why he needs that term specifically) who was born a woman, but lives life as a gay man
>Always get shit from TGQ about how I'm "mocking the gay lifestyle" with my "cis privilege" when I don crazy drag queen makeup to head to the gay bar with the other guy
>TGQ gets hyper disgusted whenever I have my boyfriend over
>Makes gagging noises when we kiss or hug
>Complains about hearing us have sex, refuses to not stand right outside my door (My bedroom is 2 floors down from his)
>Hits on my boyfriend, rants when rejected that his "mind is closed by conservative media!!!"

Exactly. I think that we should just do sex changes on babies who are born with needledicks. Reasons:
1 - They are never going to please a woman anyway.
2 - They are more likely to be pedos, which no one likes.
3 - They have less testosterone, so they will be less manly anyway.
4 - They will be bullied for their small penis and they will be happier as women.

My father and uncles started molesting me at age 3, and by age 6 it became full on gang rapes. I ran away from home at age 10 to a distant relatives house, where I paid the rent with hard labor tending his poppy fields. The terrible stress of this caused me to develop schizophrenia by age 12. I had my first hit of coke when I was 13 and was addicted to meth by the time I dropped out of high school at 16. After spending 4 years as a homeless male prostitute, I went to my local community college and quit drugs cold turkey. I majored in math and had a 4.00 GPA. Within a year, I transfered to MIT as a finance and business dual major with a minor in engineering. I'm 25 now and I am the CEO of a large investment bank that has more than $30 billion profit a year.

Moral of my story: It's never too late to turn your life around OP.

I'm a skinny short man who usually doesn't want to have anything to do with anyone. I never rub others the wrong way, and tend to stay out of trouble. But one day I met my match. At a pub, I met a tall, huge, lumbering woman with copious amounts of fat covering her body, not quite chubby but rather in a well proportioned manner. Her breasts were large and generous and her thighs looked like a soft and wonderful heaven to rest one's tired sleepy head on. Her hips were wide and flabby and you sort of wanted to slap it to hear that satisfying 'plap' sound and watch it wiggle. She rather had a certain look to her, as if she would make a good mother. If I could describe her body in one word, it would simply be 'pudding'. Ah, pudding, a word which immediately reminds you of feelings like soft, warm, sweet and comforting. A melt-in-your-mouth moment that seizes your tastebuds in a trance of pleasure. Yes, pudding.. Thats the word.

Her face was a different story though. Framed by an aggressive straight locks which suddenly changed their minds and curled at the end, she always peered up at you from under her eyebrows as if to say "What are YOU lookin' at?". Her lips, coated in shiny gloss, was always shaped with the slight pout that you see on African-American women who had an attitude. And she always stood around with her weight resting on one leg, with one hand on her hip, as if she were judging you- no, as if she was staring you down. Objectively, she was beautiful, but trying to chat her up would just be an invitation for her to open up her butch, tomboyish, vitriolic personality.

Which leads me to the problem I see before me now. I have no clue what I did or what I said, but suddenly I found that she has stood up from her bar stool and hiked across the room to stand towering in front of me. She smelt like brandy and visibly seemed to be drunk.

Suddenly, she lunges at me, grabbing my shirt by the collar and lifting me into the air with her immense strength. She tosses me a short distance across the room and I uselessly try to stand back on my two feet using a table for support. Before I could fully adjust my balance, she chases after me and delivers two whopping uppercuts through my gut, causing me to buckle and nearly hurl my internal organs out. I am dazed and confused. Whats going on? Just what is happening to me right now? Before I realise it, she grabs me face-first and locks me inside what seems to be some kind of exotic wrestling hold. Just what is this? Her body is pressed up against my eyes, stopping me from seeing what shes doing to me. What is this odd feeling? This odd, familiar feeling? Wait.. No way. She's hugging me!! She's plunging my face between her huge breasts!! She is going to smother me to death!! My head, no, my whole body seems to sink into the warmth and softness of her generous body as we melt into one entity. I try to breathe but I can only pathetically manage to take in uselessly short gasps of air. The scent of her skin fills my nostrils, a smell thats sticky sweet, with a hint of brandy.. This is the greatest.. She is literally a delicious pudding, she is such a soft, warm, sweet, moist, delicious pudding and I am literally having her right at this moment!! As the last vestiges of my consciousness fades away and my eyeballs roll backwards to expose the whites of my eyes, alternating waves of sexual ecstasy and panic at my impending death convulse through my body in a seizure-like trance, an orgasmic pleasure climaxing in this perfect moment of bliss clouds my mind. A glob of her fat fills my mouth and I taste the sugary moisture of her sweat as I utter my final word.. "..Pudding...".

Why don't you get some friends, try to get laid, do something besides going on 4chan to try and act like a pretentious shitdick. If you had anybody in your life who actually wanted to listen to what you had to say you wouldn't be doing this, and if you weren't a complete piece of shit you would realize that nobody is going to read your point of view you faggot. Just stop or kill yourself, either or is fine with me

A wall of text is something that is frowned upon in most, actually virtually all Internet societies, including forums, chat boards, and 4chan. You should not make walls of text because it can get you banned anywhere unless it is a place that encourages walls of text. I highly doubt any place does support something so irritating and annoying, but anything can exist, but not really because unless you are in heaven then that can happen. But no one actually knows that was just a hypothesis, a lame one that is. Actually not really lame. You can create a wall of text supporting site, but you would be hated if you do that, so do not. But you can if you like, but I discourage that. Now on to the actual information of walls of texts. The wall of text was invented when the Internet was invented, but actually it was slow at that time. So whenever it became fast. But there would need to be some free or not free community for people, and that community would be able to have walls of text. But that community probably wouldn't have actually invented the wall of text. So basically, no one except God knows when or where or how the wall of text existed/was invented. Noobs probably invented, but probably not. Who knows. Walls of texts are usually filled with a lot of useless information and junk. Information and junk can be the same, but only if the information is junk or the junk is information. But who cares. The information/junk inside a wall of text are usually related to wherever the wall of text is located, but the best walls of text, which are actually the most irritating, most eye-bleeding ones, are completely random. Walls of text usually make the reader asplode or have their eyes bleed and fall out of their sockets.

My cousin and I had gone to San Antonio, and we had heard rumors of some haunted railroad tracks. The story was, a school bus full of Mikus had stalled on these tracks with a train coming. The train was going too fast for there to be time to get the Mikus off. So they all died. When we finally found the tracks, we stopped the car, parking it right on the railroad tracks. We were both a little nervous, and scared, and waited for something to happen. Just when we were about to leave, the car started rolling. We were both too freaked out to do any more than grab each other and gasp, eyes wide, mouths open. After what seemed like an eternity, (but was actually less than five minutes tops) the car stopped rolling. We looked around, and we were off the railroad tracks.

Now, that may not seem spooky, but what we saw next scared us enough to jump back in the car and make the six hour trip home THAT NIGHT. Both of us got out of the car and walked around to the back. After the first six hour drive, our car had accumulated quite a bit of dust on it. That's not scary, no. But what was scary was the little sets of leekprins all over the back of the car. All the size of Miku's hands

MOOT IS A SONNAVA BITCH!
did I ever tell you guys about the time Moot and I went to have a drink? We went looking for a bar and found an empty lot and Moot says "HERE IT IS!" And we waited for an entire year, and I finally look up and they built an entire Bar around us! After we were done drinking Moot burns the place to the ground saying "Always leave things the way you found them!"

My mom called my doctor and said to him "What's the most accurate measurement for weighing?"
The doctor said "An underwater weighing test"
And just like that, my mom said "Yes. When can my son and my daughter can take it?" and the doc said "Today at 2pm."

So, I didn't bother taking a shower and so did my sister too, so I had to get into a special swimming suit(tight pants…Ugh).

My sister said "Can I pull my hair down to a ponytail?" The doctor said "No."
So my sister with her long, blonde hair went underwater with 8 seconds and had she must enjoyed it..but I didn't.

My mom wanted to do something instead of weighing myself on a scale. She heard about a underwater weighing test from my doctor last year and she wanted to give it a try to both, myself and my sister.

My sister had to wear pants and a bra, so she enjoyed minutes of going underwater.

I didn't take a shower and she didn't too.

Before she got into the tank, you see girls 'pretend' to pull their hair into ponytails, but they don't. That's what she did.

BLASTOISE WOULD NEVER HURT MY MOM. HE WOULD NEVER MAKE HER CRY LIKE HER BOYFRIEND JOHNNY DOES. IF BLASTOISE WAS MY DAD THINGS WOULD BE DIFFERENT AROUND HERE.

BLASTOISE WOULDN'T COME HOME SMELLING FUNNY AND HE WOULD NEVER HIT ME. HE WOULD HYDRO PUMP JOHNNY.

I READ THIS GUYS POST AND IMMEDIATELY SAID TO MYSELF, I'M GOING TO SIT RIGHT DOWN AND TELL THIS MOTHERFUCKER EXACTLY HOW I EAT MY MOTHERFUCKING STEEL CUT OATZ

I MAKE A GIGANTIC FUCKING BATCH EVERY FOUR DAYS. WHEN IM DONE I HAVE AN ENOURMOUS BOWL OF STEEL CUT OATZ AND AT THIS POINT I GENERALLY TAKE THE FIRST FEW FEET OF MY COCK OUT OF MY PANTS AND FAP BECAUSE THE SIGHT IS BEAUTIFUL

EVERY MORNING I TAKE A GOODLY PORTION OF THAT FUCKING POND OF GLORY AND I POUR VANILLA FUCKING SOYMILK INTO THE FUCKING BOWL WITH THE FUCKING OATZ AND I PUT THEM IN THE MICROWAVE WHERE I PICTURE THEM FUCKING WHILE THEY HEAT UP

I'VE NOW GOT A BOWL OF HOT OATZ AND AN INFALLIBLY RIGID DICK BUT I AM NOT DONE MOTHERFUCKER AND IT IS NOT YET TIME TO EAT

I REACH AROUND BEHIND ME AND GRAB MY NUTS FROM THE CUPBOARD AND SPRINKLE A BUNCH OF WALNUTS INTO THAT FUCKING BOWL. I GRAB MY RAISINS AND I SHAKE MY RAISINS INTO THAT FUCKING BOWL, I GRAB MY PRUNES AND I LAY MY PRUNES INTO THAT FUCKING BOWL, AND I GRAB MY FUCKING NAKED BANANA AND I LAYER IT INTO THAT FUCKING BOWL.

AT THIS POINT I COLLAPSE ONTO THE FLOOR AND FUCK A NEW HOLE INTO THE HARDWOOD OF MY KITCHEN BECAUSE I JUST CAN'T FUCKING STAND MY GORGEOUS FUCKING OATZ, THEN I STAND UP AND I EAT THAT FUCKING BOWL, THE WHOLE FUCKING THING INCLUDING THE BOWL ITSELF, WITHOUT ANY UTENSILS AND THEN I GO THROW MYSELF AT THE SEX DOLL I HAVE DRESSED UP LIKE THE QUAKER OATZ GUY AND I LITERALLY FUCK IT UNTIL MY NEIGHBORS CALL THE COPS.

Well my first gay experience happened like this:

I was about 50 yards or so up this path when I noticed a man standing off the side of the path apparently staring into the woods. As I got closer I realized his pants were down around his ankles and I could see his ass. Now, I'm straight but I have to say that it was a really nicely shaped ass for a man and I took notice. I figured maybe he was drunk and just peeing in the bushes, so I started to walk quieter so I wouldn't disturb him. But as I got closer I started hearing strange grunts and sucking sounds. I realized there was another man blowing him.

Now, I'm not gay but I slowed my pace down to watch. I slowed and approached the standing man from behind. His friend didn't take any notice as his eyes were tightly closed. I came right up behind the man standing so that I could have reached out and touched him. That's when I brought the cinder block down on his head, hard. He collapsed on top of his faggot friend and I quickly finished them both off. I rolled them into the bushes and finished my walk. That was only my first of many such gay encounters.

I'm just wondering: have you guys ever craved cock so badly that you found yourself running around outside, howling at the moon for it? Literally ROARING at the top of your lungs, wanting nothing less than a dick's head churning against your glottal stop?

Tell me I'm not alone.

Hey OP your a faggot and your penis is really small

cut penises are better and healthier than uncut penises

north america is full of fat bible rubbing rednecks and dildo worshiper homosexuals

girls are turned off by fordyce spots

black men are superior to you because they can actually please women unlike you silly honkey

you like to pleasure yourself by inserting pineapples into your rectum and pins in your urethra and suck mens nipples and armpits at night

i am a heron. i haev a long neck and i pick fish out of the water w/ my beak. if you dont repost this comment on 10 other pages i will fly into your kitchen tonight and make a mess of your pots and pans

Hello, I am a heterosexual man who fantasizes about being a sexy, horny young woman and sucking cock and getting fucked and filled up with cum. Specifically, I fantasize about walking in on my older sister (I do not have a sister) and her well hung boyfriend and then my sister decides that it is time that "I" (a 14 year old girl - although sometimes I switch it up and I'm only 13. I reality I am a 34 year old man) learned about sex, so she undresses me and has me straddle her boyfriend (he is sitting on a floral print sofa) and he feels up my tits and we kiss and I grind my tiny, soaked pussy on his cock, but there is no penetration and then my sister pulls me down to the floor and instructs me on how to perform fellatio and he cums in my mouth and then my sister kisses deeply me and we 69 for a while during his refractory period during which I give me sister a rim job which she loves although at first she was a bit shocked. Following that her BF plows me (sometimes doggy style other time missionary and sometimes I climb onto him on the sofa.
Am I the only guy like this? Also, don't tell my wife. Pic is the woman who does Haruhi's voice in Japanese.
If anyone has photos of the woman who does Haruhi in the English dub, that would be cool to see.

I bought two of these bitches earlier today. Yes, my friends, you are seeing correctly. Do not adjust your set - I am in control of the vertical and the horizontal. That's fifty (count 'em) nuggets for ten bucks.

I ate all 100 of them (I counted, because I was going to bitch if there wasn't 100). Twelve BBQ packets were used in total. That's eight-ish nuggets per BBQ.

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.

"Whereupon it occurred to me--so it is with everyone. Just as I dress and go out to visit the professor and exchange a few more or less insincere compliments with him, without really wanting to at all, so it is with the majority of men day by day and hour by hour in their daily lives and affairs. Without really wanting to at all, they pay calls and carry on conversations, sit out their lives at desks and on office chairs; and it is all compulsory, mechanical and against the grain, and it could all be done or left undone just as well by machines; and indeed it is this never-ceasing machinery that prevents their being, like me, the critics of their own lives and recognizing the stupidity and shallowness, the hopeless tragedy and waste of the lives they lead, and the awful ambiguity grinning over it all. And they are right, right a thousand times to live as they do, playing their games and pursuing their business, instead of resisting the dreary machine and staring into the void as I do, who have left the track. Let no one think that I blame other men, though now and then in these pages I scorn and even deride them, or that I accuse them of the responsibility of my personal misery. But now that I have come so far, and standing as I do on the extreme verge of life where the ground falls away before me into bottomless darkness, I should do wrong and I should lie if I pretended to myself or to others that that machine still revolved for me and that I was still obedient to the eternal child's play of that charming world."

I FUCKING WISH YOU WERE 18 MOTHERFUCKING PUSSY ID COME TO YOUR HOUSE RIGHT NOW AND FUCKING BEAT YOUR ASS. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD. I GUARANTEE YOU WOULDNT STEP FOOT OUT OF YOUR HOUSE. YOU ARE A FUCKING LONG HAIRED, NO LIFE, PATHETIC, CANT EVEN LOOK SOMEONE IN THE EYES WHEN THEYRE TALKING TO YOU, BITCH. THAT SHOWS YOU HAVE NO BALLS. YET YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT MY ASS, I DONT THINK IM A GREAT FIGHTER, BUT I GUARANTEE IVE BEEN IN MORE FIGHTS THAN YOU AND I WOULDNT HAVE TO TRY TO KICK THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU. ALSO HAVE FUN FUCKING THAT FAT UGLY BITCH, WHATS HER NAME JESS, SHES FUCKIN HIDIOUS. NOW I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU, BECAUSE I WILL PISS YOU OFF ENOUGH TO HIT ME, THAN I WILL BEAT THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU, AND KICK YOU WHEN YOUR DOWN. DONT THINK BECAUSE YOUR TALL PEOPLE WILL BE SCARED OF YOU, SIZE MEANS NOTHING IN A FIGHT, ITS EXPERIENCE. ID SAY YOUR BEST BET IS GOING FOR MY BALLS, LIKE THE LITTLE BITCH THAT YOU ARE, AND BRING A KNIFE, THAN YOU HAVE A CHANCE. YOU CAN ALSO BRING A FRIEND AND ILL KICK BOTH YOUR ASSES AT THE SAME TIME. WOULDNT BE THE FIRST TIME. IM NOT TRYING TO BE TOUGH, I WOULDNT HAVE SAID SHIT, BUT TO SAY SHES DISGUSTING, IS A JOKE WHEN YOU STICK YOUR DICK IN A COMPLETELY HIDEOUS FAT BITCH. I DONT TALK SHIT, I WILL BITCH YOU OUT WHEN I SEE YOU AND YOU WONT DO A FUCKING THING, WHITE TRASH PUSSY.

    I hate marijuana users.

    I hate them with every fiber in my being. I hate them more than anything else in this world. I have more hate for them than anyone who has hate for something and I assume the rest of my Straight Edge brethren would sympathize with me.

    Why do I hate them?

    -They are breaking the law.
    -They are using a substance that is more cancer-causing than tobacco and more harmful to the brain than alcohol.
    -They make up bullshit lies about marijuana being a relatively safe substance and being useful for medicinal purposes despite the fact that there are tons of studies proving otherwise.
    -They are influencing the mass media and our culture into condemning anyone who doesn't do drugs and glamourizing this poisonous deliriant of a drug.
    -They verbally harass and condemn everyone who doesn't smoke weed.

    I would also like to make clear that everyone who thinks weed should be legalized is a pot smoker. And I'm sure none of you Straight Edgers associate with anyone who smokes weed. Thanks for understanding where I'm coming from.

Hmmm.... I may not be welcome in this thread, because in my experience with molestation, I am not a victim. None the less.... I used to have a single mother as a room mate when I was in college, and her child was an extremely pretty six year old girl. Nice face, perfectly flat chest, no curves, red hair, blue eyes. Very lovely. It was agreed that I would only pay 40% of the rent if I would watch her after school, as my classes were in the morning. Anyway, I would have the little Cutie sit one my lap when she was watching TV. During the commercials she would tell me about her day and her friends. She was actually very interesting, and I never zoned-out like I do when adults ramble on. I liked to run my fingers through her hair and hug her. One time I started to rub her inner leg, she (correctly) deduced that it was impropriety and removed my hands and asked my why I did that. I told her that I loved her. She was obviously a little afraid but she said she loved me too, Then I realized for the first time that she was a child and that what I was doing was extremely evil. So I left and had a friend go pick up my stuff. haven't seen her. She would be eleven now. I'm sorry little Cutie, I hope that my interference didn't derail your life too much.

I just don't get it, why do you even post here - especially since it is so much more moderated than it probably used to be? times have changed, we (moralfags) have won. people like me report all your threads as soon as you cross the line, the thread is deleted, some IPs are banned (not that it stops anyone from posting, but still). if you just fuck off and go to an abandoned chan, you don't get our nagging and you can ensure your way to serving time in federal prison as much as you want.

it's a win win situation: YOU get to be sick fucks, unmodded, unbothered by civilization (until the partyvan picks you up). WE get to have 4chan. it's really that simple.

I HAT E w om e n. I never had a girlfriend and never will. The only times I got laid was when I paid a woman or promised her something. I'm never going to hold hands with a chick, kiss a girl intimately because we're in love, or any of the other shit that human beings were made to do. I guess that I'm suppose to be happy masturbating every fucking night. I'm a man with sexual urges and can't get with a female. I'm suppose to be alright with that? THERE IS A FUCKING CURSE ON MY LIFE. A CURSE THAT PREVENTS ANY FEMALE FROM LIKING ME. Oh I forgot, I do get interest from fat chicks and I'm not attracted to fat chicks.
I don't give a fuck anymore. I'm going to become the biggest asshole in the world. I tried the whole being considerate thing and it got me nowhere. If people can't handle my newfound harshness, then bring it on. BECAUSE I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK.
I get happy when I hear about some college slut getting murdered or injured in a hit and run. "oh she was a beautiful and talented girl, how could this happen." I don't know but I'm glad it did.

I only go to uni so i don't have to pay taxes. I don't need these stupid ass dumb shit teachers to teach me anything. Why should I? I have a certified IQ of 110 and these losers fucked up their whole life so bad they're stuck as teachers. They don't even know shit about the subject they're teaching. If they knew anything about it, they'd be getting paid hundreds of thousands to do it right.

I perceive the world as my own dream. I am truely alone, everything that exists was created by my inner being. I do not know this to be the truth, and sincerely hope it isn't, but all my experiences in life lead me to believe that I am entirely alone in an infinite existence.

I see war, government/corporate corruption, murderers, rapists, and I just wonder… why? Are these people truely human as I am? Why can't they just take life for what it is, live with love and enjoy the beauty of existence alongside one another? What do they know that I don't? What does Mr. CEO in his $45,000 car and $3000 suit see in the world that I don't see? What is going on in the brain of an Army soldier, shooting thoughtlessly at his human prey?

Today I started my new job and it pissed me off. I had this fucking gook as a supervisor who thought he still was in fucking Hong-Kong, and treated me like I was a 12 year-old paid a nickel an hour. The place reeked, and I was told I was slow because I ended a service call in 15:37 with someone who understood didly-squat about the internet.

I quit 2 hours ago...

Did I do the right thing?

Yeah so I ventured outside today, I just put my trainers on and got on with it. My missy was missing so I went into the house to look for her, she's a great wet thing to handle with care lest she bites. I put on her leash and took out my segway, by accident bumping into her butt. She snarled at me abd I knew this meant I had to sit up this night to watch another episode of Desperate housewives while feeding her crackers. Well, we got over it and she started on the hot pavement on alm fours. In the beat of a second the heated road had caused her to start jogging ever so slightly. My segway had to speed up to not be put out of balance as she went about violently, pale hips swaying in the hot summer air. I recognized a good spot for relief, so I followed her behind a convenience store where she went about her business without fear of being discovered. Into the convenience store we went and got our meals for the day, the clerk sneered at me when he saw my company, undubiously jealous of my companion. When all the items were packed we started heading home, the sky had taken on a yellow reddish color. As expected I let her rest on my lap as I fed her crackers during a unpretentious evening spent in the flickering light of the tv set which eventually enveloped us into sleep. get at home

When I was a child, I used to play leapfrog with my dad while naked. Sometimes he didn't make it over me and his penis landed in my anus. He would then say that it was stuck and couldn't get it out, so he had to move it in and out to free it. After cumming in my anus, he would then pat me on the head and tell me what a good boy I was. I've grown up since then and realize that he was sexually violating me. I am glad that he did it, since it created the relationship that he and I have today. My father divorced my mother and the two of us have been together ever since. While we have sex often, we still play a game of leapfrog every now and then to remind ourselves of how this wonderful relationship was created.

I took some of your advice and tried to be more social.

There was a house party going on down the street from my house and I walked up to it.

>hey what's going on guys, I just got back from the bar downtown with friends (blatant lie) and I still feel like partying
>"this is a closed off private party, it's a house warming"
>oh what ever, that's cool. Then I walked away.
>a girl who was with the group outside I was talking to came from behind me and grabbed my hand
>"is it just you and not your friends"
>yeah it's just me
>Alright, I'll bring you inside and introduce you to the owner of the house
>So I went with her and everything went pretty well and I integrated in with everyone there
>then some people offered me to come across the street to their house to smoke weed in their garage
>I went with them even though I'm not much of a weed smoker
>I can't remember what we were talking about, but I remember things getting awkward.I then said I was gonna leave and go back to the party
>when I was leaving the garage I could hear them talking
>"OMG HE'S SO WEIRD AND CREEPY!"
>"WHAT'S HIS DEAL? He SAID he was 22 but he looks 10! LOL"

That hurt. I then walked home.

On my way I saw a shooting star streak across the sky. Despite having my soul crushed, that falling meteorite was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I was grateful to be alive.