worst christmas ever (for me anyway)

First I woke up with a big red lesion on my leg which I think might be a brown recluse bite, then I waited all day just to find out that my sister and grandma both decided to get me presents instead of the money I requested that would have gone towards my new computer. Now I have to wait till my next paycheck to order some of the essential parts because of a pair of boots that don't fit and a $10 logitech keyboard that I don't need. I didn't say anything so as not to ruin the mood but I guess I couldn't hide my feelings because my sis kept pushing me to tell her what was wrong. When I told her I wasn't happy about my gift my mom hijacked my disapointment and told me I ruined christmas. HAPPY HOLIDAYS

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I am >>1 's first girl, working at a "massage parlor." Yes, he was really weird. He never watched me in the eye, even though I tried to keep talking with him. It was my job, but I'm human. He never answered me, and his smell, you know how it smells at a public toilet abandoned for two days. I'd rather die, but with will power, I pulled his underwear off. He had not spoken a word
yet.

Well, what should I call it? Retracted? I tried to pull his foreskin off, but it seemed to hurt him hellova lot. He stared at me like a demon. Something red were woozing from his part. Oh, that was it. I couldn't do it any more. I put a condom on his, and let him in. I was crying to myself, like "let him finish fast." But this kind scum won't finish easily. At last, e growled and stopped shaking. He took the condom off. I saw his skin open up a little, just like a dying bud opening its orifice. His juice, greenish one, came out of it. I feel sick just as I remember it. Oh, I can't help b, but bbbbBaaaaaaarrrrrrf. Sorry. Well, now, I can continue.

He was the real worst. I don't want him to come up to me again. After that, I just wanted to finish real fast. But he stuttered out words, out of blue. "D-D-D-Do you know the F-f-four channel?" I thought like, hell, stop bullshit. No such a channel is there. But I found it was a bulletin board on the net, right? He insisted that the page, the threa, or whatever, he created and he was >>1 there and that I should come see it. Now I understand. The guy who started this kind of CRAP, had such an eerie sex for his first time.

Shame on you, >>1 . See you never. Mind your retraction!

As best I could tell, >>1 is a cool guy.
Once you met him, you would've never
found >>1 nerdy.
>>1 is hanging out with major guys
and he is major as well. He has long hair
and partially bleached out at his forelock.
His outfit is "origiral"
and therefore different than everyone's!
Well, he's not a kind guy
merely keeping up with trends in fashion.
When walking around wearing sunglasses,
people often call >>1 "badass!"　

>>4

そーなのかー

none of this changes the fact that i have a fucking festering bite on my leg that might have to be surgically removed

>>7

dude that sucks

>>7

Can you suck the poison from it?

>>9

a friend of mine suggested that but it's not really feasible, it's on the outer part of my left ankle and i'm not that dextrous, not to mention that I don't know if that would actually help. It's looking pretty bad now so I'm thinking I may have to deal with an er bill :/

Try this for a Christmas from hell:
My mom's on Chemo and it's not going well.
A good friend is a cook in the dining room in Mosel that got blown to hell and we haven't heard from him.
My cousin and her husband are in Thailand on vacation and it just got hit by a10+meter tidal wave.
Trifecta.
Oh yeah, get that leg looked at before people start callin' you "stumpy"!

WTF is Mosel? (Yes, I know, a river...)

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emo

Sounds great, post pics

old thred is old

Solution: turn the gun on yourself.

did you put your cock in it?

wtf its chistmas alredy?

>>19
oh god I have to go shopping I have no presents!

>>19
Christmas is so July.

Old thread is still old.

The disco. We go to disco. My body's sweaty from the MDMA inside it. I like to dance with you. You grab my ponytail. It is greasy with Germanic juices that I put inside my hair. Disco, we are the disco. I have a mesh shirt. My leather pants show off my sausage inside it. I grind your body, then we eat ecstasy and have Special K inside of the bathroom. It's a men's bathroom, but no one cares that you come inside because they know that inside it we do lots of drugs. And I will share them if the bouncer lets me go into the bathroom with you, and then we go home. We have efficient sex. And then I realize you're not that hot anymore because I've blown a load and I don't have ecstasy inside of my bloodstream. So I make sandwich. It has hazelnuts, bread, and some jelly that I got from the supermarket. It tastes pretty good, but it probably tastes better because my taste buds have ecstasy inside them. And then I go up to the bathroom, and you're wearing one of my shirts; that isn't cool. You didn't even ask. I met you earlier the evening; you're not my girlfriend, you're just girl that I have sex with. We probably won't do this again because I realize that your hair is frazzled and it probably has extensions. It's not your real hair, and that's kind of gross 'cause who knows where it came from.