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꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ௵꧅ဪ 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So this just happened an hour ago and I am still shaking. I’m a staff in public accounting and was in the middle of a 3-hour training on Zoom. Usually when we have these types of calls I just keep the video running in the background and I walk around the room doing things to pass the time and distract myself from the monotone presenters. Well today I forgot that I left the camera on (I usually always have it off but earlier today I had a call with the partner to discuss my upcoming promotion, so I had to have it on). I had no clue I had left the camera on and in the middle of walking around and muttering to myself as I was zoning out, I flipped it out and started to rub one out. I did so with complete confidence, openly and ferociously, stroking faster and faster until I heard the presenter stop and kindly asked me to turn my camera off. Mortified, I lifted my pants up and rushed over to turn the camera off. Soon after the training was over I had a call with HR and they let me know that I was being terminated. I hated the job anyway so not so bummed about that, but I’m not sure what to say in interviews now if I’m asked why I left this job. Any advice?

In Among Us terms, 9/11 could be seen as an unexpected and devastating attack by the imposter on the spaceship. The imposter(s) who represent the terrorists, managed to infiltrate the spaceship's security measures and cause major destruction by crashing into the Twin Towers and the Pentagon.

Just like the aftermath of a major crisis in Among Us, Crewmates would have to come together to investigate and uncover the truth behind the attack. They would have to work hard to rebuild the damaged areas of the spaceship, while also ensuring that any remaining imposters are found and prevented from causing more harm.

amogus

Today I attempted to insert a whole cantaloupe melon into my anus because the local shops had run out of apricots (I buy a lot). Using about a gallon of butter, breathing techniques and a few hours I managed to finally get it inside. However it was too uncomfortable so I tried to shit it back out. This is where things got confusing because rather than a melon sliding out half a dozen apricots did. Now there is a chance that I just blacked out upon excreting the cantaloupe and it rolled away somewhere that I happened to have a dozen or so left over apricots lying around my rectum from earlier but I cannot for the life of me find the melon anywhere. I think I may have the power to anally turn melons into apricots. Further experimentation will be required of course (once my rectum has recovered) but if this turns out to be true then I may be able to solve world hunger.

Please Jesus. I truly do not ask for much. But I do as for a girly femboy chad with cock and pussy and balls to make me some warm milk and sprinkle sugar on my average cock and do stuff to me with her clitpenis.

GTFO this country 🤬😡 You know the damage you've done ✅ 🤯You took a great country 👍🇺🇸 and did what you could to shatter 🔨🔨 it. We aren't taking your crap 💩 anymore 😤. No more civil 🤝discussions 🗣️🤛. Just leave 👋. Go to a country ✈️ who's ideals match your own

The biggest problems that modern pilots must face in air to air combat are the ability to resist high G-forces, maintain visual contact on a target during BFM maneuvers, and the ability to rapidly process large amounts of information. For all 3 of these tasks, femboys are second to none. First and most obviously, G-forces. Femboys generally have a shorter stature to their more masculine brothers, this is known to help with G tolerance as it creates less space for blood to go and thus takes more force for the blood to leave your brain. Additionally, the glorious thigh highs squeeze the legs much in the way that a modern G-suit would, combining with the strength of those amazingly thicc thighs to help force blood back up into the rest of the body. Furthermore, due to their being male, femboys find it easier to put on and maintain the muscle mass necessary for those gloriously thicc thighs, especially in times of war where excess time and energy to workout may be compromised. Second, visual contact is perhaps one of the most difficult parts of BFM engagements. Even with the aide of modern systems, the ability to pick out the black dot in the sun could mean life or death to a pilot. Here, the black makeup typical of more gothic femboys plays a critical role in assisting femboys in their ability to remain alert and effective on the battlefield where threats can appear from any angle at any time. Third, the newest addition to air combat, data management. As airframes and avionics become more and more sophisticated, the ability to process large amounts of computer generated information and make effective decisions based on said information is critical for the success of any modern fighter pilot. It is well known that femboys have a habit of being very knowledgeable in the realm of computer science, making them particularly well suited for any role which involves digesting large amounts of computer based information and using it to their benefit. Of course, all of this could not be mentioned without bringing up the "morale" improvement caused by having such a warfighter on your side. I mean come on, he's so cute. You're already dreaming of being his wingman, don't lie to me.

In conclusion, femboys have a remarkably positive impact on any squadron's capabilities and should be heavily recruited for any airforces wishing to remain competitive on the modern battlefield.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

> Obviously there's nothing wrong with enjoying Breaking Bad, but I've noticed that Breaking Bad tends to attract a less sophisticated audience than the Sopranos. I realize this comes across as very pretentious but I'm not sure how else to phrase it. There's a lot of Breaking Bad fans who worship Walt as an ultimate badass while ignoring his flaws, think his wife is a whiny cunt because she gets in Walt's way, etc. Whereas with The Sopranos, I think most viewers sympathize with Tony but don't see him as any kind of role model (although I'm sure there's some who do). In my opinion The Sopranos has more depth overall than Breaking Bad - and a lot of that depth comes from the therapy scenes. It's possible that OP is someone who doesn't really care about Tony's introspection during therapy and just wants to watch a power fantasy / mob show, hence skipping the therapy scenes.

> Obviously there's plenty of very intelligent people who enjoy Breaking Bad, and there's nothing wrong with enjoying it. But there's a large contingent of the fanbase that reminds me of OP.

Later on in the thread he admits to never having finished one of the shows he's opining about.

https://www.reddit.com/r/thesopranos/comments/41fv3z/skips_all_scenes_with_psychiatrist/cz3kpfj?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3

I fucking hate the mario games. There's no innovation, no groundbreaking graphics, and no new mechanics WHATSOEVER in any of the newer games EVER. They should have stopped making new mario games 20 FUCKING YEARS AGO. The character is boring, the only thing he ever fucking says is "let's a go" and his own name like a fucking pokemon. It should be ILLEGAL at this point to develop another fucking mario game. The plot of the games has NO progression WHATSOEVER. The princess gets kidnapped, then saved, over and over again. It plays like how a fucking medieval tale reads, archaic, not stimulating, and completely unoriginal. Every single game ever also follows the EXACT FUCKING SAME world progression: grass, beach, forest, snow, desert, castle, lava. EVERY. FUCKING. GAME. The people who thought giving every game the same story and world every single time should be SUMMARILY EXECUTED for their crimes against gaming. If a so-called "gamer" owns a mario game, you automatically know that they have shit taste in games, and that they also play other story and innovation lacking games, such as donkey kong and minecraft. Those "gamers" should have their nintendo systems confiscated and incinerated Fahrenheit 451 style. These devs would have their time better used on more modern games with actual gameplay and plot and innovation, like apex legends or valorant. Any self-respecting gamer already agrees that the mario games should be fucking cancelled.

Once there was a guy named Jake who had a secret fetish that he never dared to reveal to anyone. He had an intense desire to have his girlfriend pee on him. The mere thought of it turned him on, but he was too embarrassed to bring it up to her. One night, after a few drinks, he finally mustered the courage to tell his girlfriend, Sarah, about his fetish. To his surprise, she didn't judge him or freak out. Instead, she was curious about it and willing to try it out. Jake was thrilled and couldn't believe his luck. They went to the shower, and Sarah straddled Jake while he laid down. She slowly let go, and he could feel the warm liquid trickling down his body. The sensation was beyond anything he had ever experienced before, and he couldn't contain his excitement. He let out a loud moan, and Sarah giggled. From that night on, their sex life changed completely. They explored each other's fetishes and desires, pushing each other to new limits. Jake couldn't be happier. He had found someone who accepted him for who he was and was willing to experiment with him. And he knew that he would never have to keep his fetish a secret again.

EDIT: ANOTHER ONE

Once upon a time, there was a man who had a peculiar fetish. He found pleasure in having his girlfriend defecate on him during sex. He knew it was not a common desire, but it was something that he couldn't shake off. At first, he was hesitant to bring up the topic with his girlfriend, fearing she would judge him or reject him altogether. But one day, he mustered up the courage to tell her about his fetish, expecting the worst. To his surprise, his girlfriend was curious and open-minded. She agreed to try it out, believing that sexual exploration and experimentation were part of a healthy and fulfilling relationship. And so, they started to explore his fetish together. They began slowly, with her rubbing her feces on his body, gradually building up to more explicit acts. They both discovered a new level of pleasure and intimacy through their exploration of this taboo fetish. Their relationship became stronger as they explored their sexual desires together, always with clear communication and mutual respect. They were able to push their boundaries in a way that was safe, consensual, and ultimately satisfying for both of them. And in the end, they lived happily ever after, continuing to explore their sexual desires together.

I use my cock for home defense, just like the founding fathers intended. 4 ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" I say a I grab my phone and lotion. Blow my load all over the first man. He's dead on the spot. I start schlackin it all over the second man, but miss entirely because my cock is smooth bore, and the stray load impregnates the neighbor's wife. I'm forced to rely on the overwatch hentai I have on a table at the top of the stairs. "Tally ho, lads". The incoming tsunami smothers both men in the flood, and the sheer force starts setting off car alarms. Affix a condom and penetrate the last man. He leaves before the police arrive because he needs to recover from the soreness. Just as the founding fathers intended.

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Are you living with your mommy and daddy in their basement with nothing left to do but circle jerk with the bros to porn? Let me sell you on this great new ideology to help you get your own apartment!


See friend the communists got your back. We support universal housing for all people. If you want an apartment, it is yours pal. You just need to overthrow the capitalist overlords and serve their roasted heads on a platter.


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Are you tired of having to suck off mommy's titties after releasing a nut to pictures of the real thing? Son you need to become a communist.


Are you tired of listening to daddy cum inside mommy every day? Boy you need to man up and become a goddamn communist!


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My name is Maarva Carassi Andor.

I'm honored to stand before you. I'm honored to be a daughter of Ferrix, and honored to be worthy of the stone.

Strange... It feels as if I can see you.

I was six, I think; the first time i touched a funerary stone. Heard our music. Felt our history. Holding my sister's hand as we walked all the way from Fountain's Square. Where you stand now I've been more times than I can remember.

I always wanted to be lifted. I was always eager, always waiting to be inspired. I remember every time it happened, every time the dead lifted me... with their truth.

And now I'm dead; and I yearn to lift you. Not because I want to shine, or even be remembered. It's because I want you to go on. I want Ferrix to continue.

In my waning hours, that's what comforts me most.

But I fear for you.

We've been sleeping. We had each other, and Ferrix; our work, our days... We had each other and they left us alone, we kept the trade lanes open and they left us alone. We took their money and ignored them, we kept their engines churning and, the MOMENT they pulled away, we forgot them.

Because we had each other.

We had Ferrix.

But we were sleeping. I've been sleeping. And I've been turning away from the truth I wanted not to face:

There is a wound that won't heal at the center of the galaxy. There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow, and now it's here. It's here and it's NOT visiting anymore.

It wants to stay.

The Empire is a disease that thrives in darkness. It is never more alive than when we sleep. It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight; and maybe it's true, maybe fighting's useless. Perhaps it's too late.

But I'll tell you this: if I could do it again, I'd wake up early, and be fighting these BASTARDS, FROM THE START.

FIGHT THE EMPIRE!

U-Um, if it's okay with you, I can try to explain the assassination of John F. Kennedy in Among Us terms. 💫🚀

Among Us is a game where players take on the roles of crew members on a spaceship. It's really exciting! 🛸👨‍🚀👩‍🚀 But, um, there are impostors among the crew who try to sabotage the spaceship and, um, kill the crew members. 😱🕵️‍♂️🔪

So, um, John F. Kennedy was the captain of the spaceship and was playing as a crew member when the impostor, Lee Harvey Oswald, um, infiltrated the spaceship and, um, carried out the assassination. It was a really sad moment for everyone. 😔👨‍✈️👀

I hope that, um, helps you! If you have any other questions, please let me know. Thank you! 😊👋

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isaac and his mother lived alone in a shit house up your ass. isaac kept to himself, drawing animes and playing with his bitch because his mom watched porn and gets naked on the television. life was fucking shit. and they were both up your ass.

This was a traumatic experience I was trying to take a fat shit a diarrhea to be exact. I was just minding my own shitting business until a fly by the age of 18 days (42 in fly years) sexually assaulted my ass and crawled all over it. I got scared and jumped up and down to get the fly off my ass. And what happened next made me shit all over the toilet seat. But i didn't care about that, that was the least of my worries. What i worry about is my ptsd because of it. I went to 10 therapists and they all told me im stupid and its a fly. I was too scared to take a shit after 4 days. But one day i had to piss and... i saw him... the fly that sexually assaulted me, I as a professional football player (well in my dreams i am) aimed my dick at the fly and said "hasta la vista baby" and pissed on the fly killing him instantly then i wiped the toilet seat clean and took the fattest shit with no worry at all.

Totally agree with this.

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