Well you see, the question of "who asked?" is simply a paradox. Because by asking "who asked?", you are implying that people need to be asked before speaking. But following that logic, you would have needed to have someone grant you permission to say that, because who asked you to say "who asked?"? Exactly, nobody did, and nobody can ask anyone to give them permission to give you permission because no one asked them. And this perpetual loop never ends, creating a paradox. So by you saying "who asked?", you admit that you are a stupid fucking retard, and I fucked your mom bitch.

Dreamsexuals have done nothing to contribute to society. Their purpose is meaningless and they are a parasite to the modern world. Their Degeneracy is the result of being parentless since the age of 3, amongst other things. They are nothing but a liability to those around them. They are a disgrace to the LGBTQ community, and everyone else associated with them. To fly the flag of Dreamsexuals should be outlawed and shamed upon, as it shows peoples true nature of being incels. These Dreamsexuals have no better thing to do than to simp on a male who has never even shown his face, nevermind appealed to anyone prior to his boom in popularity. This has gone on for too long, and it needs to be stopped. Dreamsexual should be classified as a mental illness, and all existing Dreamsexuals belong in a Nut House. Dreamsexuals are a waste of a good sperm cell. That cell could have gone on to cure cancer, maybe be a Professional Artist, maybe even the president of some country. But no, that sperm went on to gain sexual excitement by seeing or hearing the voice of an individual they have never met. Degeneracy at its finest.

Seeing Will Smith fight for Jada made me think of how I should’ve fought for you. Losing you was a slap in the face and I can’t have that again. You were my rock, we could’ve bald out together, just wanted to let you know. You don’t have to text back ♥️

Fuck the french. Fuck the french and their shithead pastries and their hot ass president. Their fucking mime lookin luigi lookin asses walked over to my house, pegged my dad, fucked my son without consent (il à trois ans), and simply passed it off as “c’est la vie”. FUck Canadians too. FUcking frenchwashed “i’m not à colony i’m just à commonwealth” little sluts that stay in their little dumbass country shoving kilolitres of maple syrup up their monsieur dick holes just because they want to turn their prime minister’s cabinet into à set straight out of à porno. Adding onto that, what fuckin SJW decided that immigration was à good thing? Canada suffers greatly from the amount of french and british “people” that walk in and out whenever they please. Literally go back to where you came from. French people should fuck off to their little seine shitholes and go fuck themselves in the ass in their fucking louvre lookin ass cribs. They bake baguettes to compensate for their miniscule dicks, “mon zdick tresz grand”, as they like to say, as they whip out with their napoleon sized bite sized diet coke dicks tattooed with the fucking french flag. Them with their stupid ass mini colonies all the way out in their beloved tintin’s supple little asshole. They’re all fucking whores. “Voulez vous coucher avec moi” is the only thing they know how to say. Nasty ass musty ass mustache twirling whores.

You fools think you can stop sick fetishes? THey'll forever exist, i mean, before i didn't really like big tatas, and i hated seeing rule 63 or characters and people giving them big tatas, and just like you all want these sick fetishes to end i also wanted that pretty common fetish to end too, but guess what, nothing will never vanish, i mean, not that i care now, i'm literally into almost any fucking fetish in existence now, exept fucking diapers, still didn't get to understand that one- But guess what, i shall futurely torment more people in this website by posting weird sickening pictures here, no problem.

I'm CIA guy and this is my flight plan. I work here with Dr Pavel and my big guy, Bane. Everyone in here has a plan and a lot of loyalty for some hired guns. One thing I've learned after 21 years - you never know WHO gets to stay on my aircraft.

I fucking hate British people and their dumbass top hats and their little portable urinals they carry around that they call tea. They fucked my wife in the ass with a teabag and declared that she was “boris’ed on” and “colonized”. They walked over to my house took my food stole my dog and named it looty before declaring that it was their property. I tried to have à civil conversation with à bri\*tish man once, however, my nasal cavities were violently assaulted by their lack of proper hygiene. THey pissed and cummed off my roof, and when I complained, they simply referred to it as “London weather”. In short, fuck bri\*tish people (includes the queen.) THeir fucking queen used her old age to disguise the fact that she climbed into my house and assaulted my young son, who I lovingly named India. She then took off her clothes and declared that this was the skin of à killer. Then, after my entire family was ruined by the British regime, à fucking bald ass motherfucker named Ghandi walked in uninvited and told me I need to protest “peacefully” instead of bashing in Prince Harry’s supple cheeks with my uncolonized, massive, american cock that bears à striking resemblance to the Dublin SPire.

**i no like**

this game very gore, when me die plant be sad :( so i sad too :(

zomby eat my plant very violin and they scream help. This game very diasturbing and me cry when play. this game me have very sad moments

i always cry when sun flower die😔they eat it and i get no more sons to buy :(((

It turns out that the old dude at the end of the road's dog is dying of cancer. The old bloke has absolutely no money and has been quoted £135 to have the thing put to sleep.

Firstly, I hate that ******* dog, it's a **** and shits out of it's cancerous ******** all over the place and barks all the time, I'm glad it's dying. Secondly, as much as I like it's owner I'm not forking out to have the stinking old twat put out of it's misery (the dog not the neighbour).

So the old dude has asked me for some help, as I have stated, I hate the dog so am looking forward to doing some fine neighbourly work. However, he wants to be there for the murder so I can't have any fun and drag it out.

How do I do it then? Shoot it? Smash it's head in with a spade? Drown it? Feed it bleach?

I had to kill a cat once by snapping it's neck but I'm not sure I could do that to the dog. It's ******* massive.

I mean, I can understand some level of bitchy-ness after finding out about Walt cooking meth and all the lies he told her, but she seemed overly bitch-y (not as in complaining), even before she found out about Walt cooking. Maybe it's just me, but it seems like in general, Skylar was a MAJOR hag throughout pretty much the whole series (again, I can understand her acting like a hag after finding out about Walt, because I would be pissed too, but it seemed gratuitously haggish).

I am usually a quite shy guy, hence the throwaway account. I don't really have the need to share this kind of story publicly, but this is worth sharing.

A few days back, I ordered used panties from the internet. There is this more or less anonymous local website, where you can order them and they will be delivered to the nearest shop in a completely ordinary package. The sender doesn't know who ordered them, because they just get the code for the shipping service from the website, and you don't know who sent them. Elegant, and quite cheap actually.

I've decided to order used panties after a lot of thought. I mean years of thoughts.

I won't deny it, I always liked the smell of used panties. Not because of the smell itself, but because of the pheromones. Just a sniff and something in my brain pings and I get a strong hit, like a small orgasm. Just pure pleasure, on some deep animalistic level.

Naturally, in my past, I've sniffed panties from several women. One extreme was a friend who went camping with our group of friends and one day just left her panties used for several days on top of her bag. That was almost unpleasant, because of the strong smell of piss and dirty asshole. The other extreme was my last girlfriend, who was always very clean, even when she didn't shower for a week. I could try to sniff her panties from all sides and never get even the smallest "hit".

My sense of smell is not very good. I've broken my nose when I was young, and I also have some allergies. So I usually don't smell much.

I realize that buying used panties is not entirely normal, but hey. One sniff, a small explosion of pleasure in my brain. Tell me you wouldn't try that from time to time, just because you'll get bored.

Anyway.

After a lot of thought and being single for several years, I've decided to try it again, just by chance. I've seen the website in some AD and I was interested. So I've ordered the panties. I am living all by myself. No sex life in the last months. And this will give some poor women the opportunity to make some money. Where is the harm? I thought.

In the configurator on the web, there were some choices. How long should the lady wear them? 1-7 days. Should she shower? Should she pee on them? I spare you the details. After some reading of the website, I've decided on 3 days, and no showering. No other "special choices". Thinking of my ex, who to me smelled just good even after a week without a shower.

As you can probably guess, that was a colossal mistake, and I really don't know what I was thinking.

Today, the package finally arrived after one day of traveling. I opened it. Small envelope, with a paper box, taped from all sides. I cut the tape and immediately noticed the reaction of my body. I got horny. Not because of the expectations. Just immediately horny. Probably the pheromones. Keep in mind that I didn't even open the package, just cut the tape on one side.

So, I opened the box, and out came the panties I've ordered. Expecting a pleasant experience, I took a whiff from some distance and immediately stopped. Something was seriously wrong here because the smell was everything, but pleasant. I am talking about just breathing through your nose, from like 20 centimeters afar, and smelling a horrible stench. Unwisely, I've decided to try again, this time from maybe 10 centimeters. As I was holding the panties, they unpacked. I didn't try some delicate sniffing, just normal breath from my nose. From a distance.

The reaction was brutal: I vomited in my throat, threw the panties away, and started coughing. My eyes were crying. All this in like one or two seconds of time, pure automatic reaction.

I really wish I was making this up, but I am not. I took the panties, threw them into the waste bin. Threw away all the packaging. And then took the trash to the bin outside of the house.

I would like to describe the smell, but I am lost for words. It was unlike anything I've ever smelled. The only things that come close, are probably acetone, or some other industrial solvent, and fumes of hydrochloric acid melting copper piece I've breathed in decades ago. But this was more intense.

I once left meat a long time in the freezer, and when I opened it, my brain immediately screamed to me that this will kill me. Just acute information of "death", on some primary level. Not the sweet smell of decay, when people usually throw the meat out, but the stench of murder. The panties were a hundred times worse. It was just pure information, full of "nope and get the fuck out". Like it transgressed the sense of smell and became just the purest thought.

I opened the windows, washed myself, changed tshirt and still, six hours after the whole incident, I can still smell it. It wasn't just the smell, it was like some kind of infection, which is now living in my nose and reminding me what a dumb fuck I am.

Now I am thinking about it, and re-evaluating my choices. But one thing I can't get out of my head is that this was produced by a human body. Pretty nice female body.

Just .. how? How the fuck can someone produce the smell like this? Yeast infection, or something like that? I just don't understand. I once had a hand in plaster, which I couldn't wash for two months. And it smelled absolutely pleasant compared to this.

Understand, that I am not someone who is easily offended by the smell. I usually can't smell anything. I had a kid years ago. I've changed diapers full of shit. I took care of my ex after she gave birth, had vaginal infections and other kinds of problems down there. I've mopped milky baby vomit, dog vomit, all kinds of things you wouldn't believe. But this still got me. Penetrated through the mental firewalls and left me bare.

I've never ever smelled anything so wrong in my life. And to think that I've made that lady wear those panties without showering for three days? Wtf. How could she do it? I mean physically, if any part of my clothing smelled like that, I just couldn't live with it. It made my flat smelly for six hours and the panties were out of the box for maybe 30 seconds. How is this even possible? On the physical level, I mean. Molecules and stuff. They had to emanate from the panties by force.

The website sent me a link to post a review of the package. And I just don't know what to write. My first thought was to write "wtf", but now I feel more like apologizing to the other human being, that I've made her produce this.

TL;DR I ordered a biological weapon and made some lady produce it. And yes, I feel bad. Traumatized even. There are things in this world, I don't want to know. If I could just erase my memory, I would do it.

Chào chị Luna, em là Chuột Cống - một người cộng sản vô trị/vô chính phủ ở Việt Nam. Em có xem qua một video podcast giữa chị và một thanh niên bịt mặt (là một thành viên phong trào Antifa) nói về cách mạng tháng 8. Tuy nhiên qua vài video chị trình bày nội dung có chút bảo thủ và tự tôn dân tộc, chắc chị chưa biết rằng giữa chủ nghĩa dân tộc và chủ nghĩa xã hội nó khác hẳn nhau. Đương nhiên là vì chủ nghĩa dân tộc mà rất nhiều người dân tộc thiểu số đang bị chính người Kinh chúng ta bành trướng, không chút gì là đoàn kết 54 dân tộc anh em cả toàn coi người thiểu số là hạ đẳng nghe khá là Fascist. Và bao nhiêu người dị biệt như LGBTQ+ hay người khuyết tật rồi còn trong số khác là cá thể thấp kém là người ít học, thất nghiệp, nghèo khó đang bị chính xã hội ruồng bỏ, kỳ thị, bắt nạt, lừa gạt. Trong khi đó thời dịch COVID công nhân lao động quần quật không nhận đồng lương nào hoặc trả rất ít. Bao nhiêu công nhân đình công suốt ngày có giải quyết được gì đâu Chị thấy không Việt Nam bây giờ có khác gì chủ nghĩa tư bản đâu? Việt Nam phát triển nhờ tinh thần dân tộc chứ không liên quan gì đến cộng sản hay XHCN? Theo em cái chủ nghĩa Marx-Lenin là một sự phản bội lại chủ nghĩa Marx chính gốc. Nó lấy tất cả những điểm có vấn đề nhất của Marx, rồi kết hợp với nó tạo ra Marx-Lenin. Mà thực ra nói chính xác hơn Marx-Lenin chính là chủ nghĩa Stalin. Stalin mới là người đã đi quảng bá cái chủ nghĩa này nhiều nhất, dùng nó để mỵ dân và thâu tóm quyền lực. “Cộng sản” hay “Xã hội Chủ nghĩa” hiện tại ở Việt Nam, Trung Quốc, Bắc Triều Tiên hay Cuba, theo mình cũng đều là sự phản bội lại Cộng sản của Marx. Nếu chị tin tưởng vào sự lãnh đạo của Đảng và nhà nước thì chị nên có tiếng nói để giúp đỡ, đoàn kết, chia sẻ những người khó khăn ở địa phương khác. Còn đối với người vô trị (vô chính phủ) như bọn em thì không hề đặt niềm tin vào nó, bọn em giải quyết vì mọi cộng đồng cũng bài trừ tư bản, fascist, sự dụng cách mạng bạo lực mang hình thức bạo loạn. Không giống như 3///, Trotskyist vì họ là hệ thống chính trị đối lập họ chỉ biết nghĩ đến chính phủ mới. Những kẻ vô trị (vô chính phủ) như bọn em hầu hết không mong chờ đến bất kỳ chính phủ nào và yêu tự do mà không cần tiền tệ, không bộ máy nhà nước, không giai cấp tầng lớp, không luật pháp, không lãnh đạo nào đứng đầu. Mọi tài sản, tư liệu là của chung. Giúp đỡ đoàn kết với những người yếu thế. Được có chung lương thực, đồ dùng, phương tiện để sinh hoạt. Giáo dục có kiến thức tự học. Thì cũng tương đương chủ nghĩa cộng sản (cộng sản tự do) Nếu như cộng sản mà không có tự do thì chỉ là một chế độ nào đó chứ không phải cộng sản nữa.

I had no idea that people could be aroused by poorly executed penmanship of adolescent prurient vulgarities. You and those train freaks might want to take a different conveyance to the nearest psychiatric hospital and figure out what type of neurological disorder causes your aberrant behavior. They probably have a pill for that.

Oh, and if you're going to make jokes about masturbation, you might want to borrow a dictionary to find out how it's spelled. Or maybe just use smaller words, like wank, jag, fap, etc.

Let me get my message across: Santa isn't real. He never was real, and he never will be real. Stop using the presents as a fucking excuse. The parents are buying them for their children to make them happy. The parents eat the milk and cookies. The mall Santas are just random people dressed up in a shitty outfit to appeal to the kiddies. The so-called "Santa Deniers" are the ones speaking the truth. Santa is a shitty fairytale. Grow the fuck up, manchildren.

Do all of you legitimately believe that Santa is real? Do you GENUINELY believe in Santa? I'm being serious. Are you 100% believing in Santa? If you do, then I'm gonna leave this server. Oh, and don't reply with "ofc we do" or "Santa deniers".

I swear to fucking God, you're getting on my nerves.

Yes, I am genuinely serious. I don't want to be surrounded by manchildren who think that some fat fuck with a sleigh that can barely hold his weight is real.

P.S: Thank you all for bullying me for trying to spread the truth. Really means a lot to me.
P.S.S: I wasn't trying to be "funny". I was trying to fix your brains.
P.S.S: Thank you for portraying me as a brainless fuckhead.
P.S.S.S: I'M NOT SHITPOSTING. I'M TRYING TO TELL THE SMOOTHBRAINS THAT SANTA IS NOT REAL.

I am usually a quite shy guy, hence the throwaway account. I don't really have the need to share this kind of story publicly, but this is worth sharing.

A few days back, I ordered used panties from the internet. There is this more or less anonymous local website, where you can order them and they will be delivered to the nearest shop in a completely ordinary package. The sender doesn't know who ordered them, because they just get the code for the shipping service from the website, and you don't know who sent them. Elegant, and quite cheap actually.

I've decided to order used panties after a lot of thought. I mean years of thoughts.

I won't deny it, I always liked the smell of used panties. Not because of the smell itself, but because of the pheromones. Just a sniff and something in my brain pings and I get a strong hit, like a small orgasm. Just pure pleasure, on some deep animalistic level.

Naturally, in my past, I've sniffed panties from several women. One extreme was a friend who went camping with our group of friends and one day just left her panties used for several days on top of her bag. That was almost unpleasant, because of the strong smell of piss and dirty asshole. The other extreme was my last girlfriend, who was always very clean, even when she didn't shower for a week. I could try to sniff her panties from all sides and never get even the smallest "hit".

My sense of smell is not very good. I've broken my nose when I was young, and I also have some allergies. So I usually don't smell much.

I realize that buying used panties is not entirely normal, but hey. One sniff, a small explosion of pleasure in my brain. Tell me you wouldn't try that from time to time, just because you'll get bored.

Anyway.

After a lot of thought and being single for several years, I've decided to try it again, just by chance. I've seen the website in some AD and I was interested. So I've ordered the panties. I am living all by myself. No sex life in the last months. And this will give some poor women the opportunity to make some money. Where is the harm? I thought.

In the configurator on the web, there were some choices. How long should the lady wear them? 1-7 days. Should she shower? Should she pee on them? I spare you the details. After some reading of the website, I've decided on 3 days, and no showering. No other "special choices". Thinking of my ex, who to me smelled just good even after a week without a shower.

As you can probably guess, that was a colossal mistake, and I really don't know what I was thinking.

Today, the package finally arrived after one day of traveling. I opened it. Small envelope, with a paper box, taped from all sides. I cut the tape and immediately noticed the reaction of my body. I got horny. Not because of the expectations. Just immediately horny. Probably the pheromones. Keep in mind that I didn't even open the package, just cut the tape on one side.

So, I opened the box, and out came the panties I've ordered. Expecting a pleasant experience, I took a whiff from some distance and immediately stopped. Something was seriously wrong here because the smell was everything, but pleasant. I am talking about just breathing through your nose, from like 20 centimeters afar, and smelling a horrible stench. Unwisely, I've decided to try again, this time from maybe 10 centimeters. As I was holding the panties, they unpacked. I didn't try some delicate sniffing, just normal breath from my nose. From a distance.

The reaction was brutal: I vomited in my throat, threw the panties away, and started coughing. My eyes were crying. All this in like one or two seconds of time, pure automatic reaction.

I really wish I was making this up, but I am not. I took the panties, threw them into the waste bin. Threw away all the packaging. And then took the trash to the bin outside of the house.

I would like to describe the smell, but I am lost for words. It was unlike anything I've ever smelled. The only things that come close, are probably acetone, or some other industrial solvent, and fumes of hydrochloric acid melting copper piece I've breathed in decades ago. But this was more intense.

I once left meat a long time in the freezer, and when I opened it, my brain immediately screamed to me that this will kill me. Just acute information of "death", on some primary level. Not the sweet smell of decay, when people usually throw the meat out, but the stench of murder. The panties were a hundred times worse. It was just pure information, full of "nope and get the fuck out". Like it transgressed the sense of smell and became just the purest thought.

I opened the windows, washed myself, changed tshirt and still, six hours after the whole incident, I can still smell it. It wasn't just the smell, it was like some kind of infection, which is now living in my nose and reminding me what a dumb fuck I am.

Now I am thinking about it, and re-evaluating my choices. But one thing I can't get out of my head is that this was produced by a human body. Pretty nice female body.

Just .. how? How the fuck can someone produce the smell like this? Yeast infection, or something like that? I just don't understand. I once had a hand in plaster, which I couldn't wash for two months. And it smelled absolutely pleasant compared to this.

Understand, that I am not someone who is easily offended by the smell. I usually can't smell anything. I had a kid years ago. I've changed diapers full of shit. I took care of my ex after she gave birth, had vaginal infections and other kinds of problems down there. I've mopped milky baby vomit, dog vomit, all kinds of things you wouldn't believe. But this still got me. Penetrated through the mental firewalls and left me bare.

I've never ever smelled anything so wrong in my life. And to think that I've made that lady wear those panties without showering for three days? Wtf. How could she do it? I mean physically, if any part of my clothing smelled like that, I just couldn't live with it. It made my flat smelly for six hours and the panties were out of the box for maybe 30 seconds. How is this even possible? On the physical level, I mean. Molecules and stuff. They had to emanate from the panties by force.

The website sent me a link to post a review of the package. And I just don't know what to write.

We don't 🚫 talk 🗣️ about Bruno, no 🚫, no 🙅‍♂️, no 👎 We don't 🙅‍♂️ talk 🗣️ about Bruno, but 😫 It was my 😣 wedding day 💍 (it was our wedding day 😱💒) We 👫 were getting ready 👔, and there wasn't 🙅‍♂️ a cloud ☁️ in the sky 🌌 (no 👎 clouds 🌫️ allowed in the sky 🏙️) Bruno walks 🚶 in with a mischievous grin 😁 (thunder 🌩️) You 👈 telling 🗣️ this story 📖 or am I? 😤 I'm sorry 😔, mi vida, go on Bruno says 🗣️, "It looks 👀 like rain🌧️" (why did he tell us?😤😤😤) In doing so, he 👦 floods 🌊 my brain 🧠 Abuela 👵, get the umbrellas ☔ Married 💍 in a hurricane 🌀 What 🤷 a joyous 😊 day 📆! But anyway We don't 🚫 talk 🗣️ about Bruno, no 🚫, no 🙅‍♂️, no 👎 We don't 🙅‍♂️ talk 🗣️ about Bruno. Hey 👋, grew to live in fear 😱 of Bruno stuttering 🥺 or stumbling 🥴 I can always hear 👂 him sort 🤷 of muttering 🗣️ and mumbling 🙊 I 🙋 associate him 👦 with the sound 🔊 of falling ⬇️ sand ⏳, ch ch ch It's a heavy 🏋️ lift with a gift 🎁 so humbling 🙏 Always left Abuela 👵 and the family 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 fumbling 💃 Grappling ✊ with prophecies 📜 they couldn't 🙅‍♂️ understand 💬 Do you 👈 understand? 🤔 A seven-foot 7️⃣🦶 frame 🪟, rats 🐀 along his back 🙇 When he 👦 calls your 👈 name it all fades to black 🕳️ Yeah, he 👦 sees 👁️ your 👈 dreams 💭 and feasts 🍝 on your 👈 screams 😱 We don't 🚫 talk 🗣️ about Bruno, no 🚫, no 🙅‍♂️, no 👎 We don't 🙅‍♂️ talk 🗣️ about Bruno. He 👦 told 🗣️ me 🙋 my fish 🐟 would die 💀, the next day 📆, dead ⚰️(no 🚫, no 🙅‍♂️) He 👦 told 🗣️ me 🙋 I'd grow a gut 🧍 and just like he 👦 said 💬 (no 🙅‍♂️, no 🚫) He 👦 said 🗣️ that all my 🙋 hair 💁 would disappear 👴 Now, look 👁️ at my head 😱 (no 👎, no 🙅‍♂️) Your 👈 fate 🧬 is sealed 🤐 when your 👈 prophecy 📜 is read 📚 He 👦 told 💬 me 💁 that the life 🧬 of my dreams 💭 Would be promised 😊, and someday 📆 be mine 👐 He 🧍told 🗣️ me 🙋 that my power 🌸 would grow 🌱 Like the grapes 🍇 that thrive on the vine 🪴 (óye, Mariano's on his way 🏃) He 🧍 told 💬 me 💁 that the man 👨 of my dreams 💭 Would be just out of reach 🤝 Betrothed 💍 to another 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 It's like I hear 👂 him 👦, now Hey sis 👩, I want not 🙅‍♂️ a sound 🔊 out of you 👈 Um 😐, Bruno Yeah, about that Bruno 😫 I really need to know 💭 about Bruno 🤔 Gimme the truth 💯 and the whole truth 😊, Bruno (Isabella 👩, your boyfriend's 💁 here) Time 🕰️ for dinner 🍲 A seven-foot 7️⃣🦶 frame 🪟, rats 🐀 along his back 🙇 When he 👦 calls 💬 your 👈 name it all fades to black ⬛ Yeah, he 🧍 sees 👀 your 👈 dreams 💭 and feasts 🥣 on your screams 😱 You 👈 telling 🔊 this story 📖 or am I? 💁 Óye, Mariano's on his way 🏃🏃🏃 Bruno says 🗣️, "It looks 👀 like rain 🌧️" In doing so, he floods 🌊 my brain 🧠 Married 💍in a hurricane 🌀 he's here 🤯🤯 Don't 🙅‍♂️👎 talk 🔊 about Bruno, no 🙅‍♂️ (why 🤔 did I talk about Bruno? 😫) Not 👎 a word 🤐 about Bruno 😔 I never 🙅‍♂️ should've brought up Bruno! 🤫

Hello automod, my name is Obama bing chilling (chinese name). I'm a Fortnite, Mario enjoyer from France that speak Japanese, and let me make a post to tell you about my based story.

I was corn at a hospital in Belgium in 1984. My dad was from Taiwan and my mom was from China, their bussiness was growing grass for feeding pigs and turtle. They love to bend my penis during their free time.

My first word was fuck, which made my parents go ZAMN as they expected daddy or mommy. I know I'm an idiot, but the cringe didn't last forever.

I got a cat at the age of 4, his name was Mister Chad. He love to meow while I piss on my furry friend's ass. I remembered him fart on my Cheetos and chasing my big brother's dick. Oh shit, I mean his pet koala, while I told him to cum here and stop trying to piss on that weeb femboy's titan semen.

When I was 14, we went on a trip to India to get vaccinated. We also visit the rock museum and shop at the local woman panties store. It was a great experience.

Now at the age of 28, and being a renowned biologist that published a great mount of studies on semen in Britian and the great country of America. Having good source about how to blowjob, I have decided to follow my greatest dream, which is launching an porn NFT collection with depictions of the amogus having sex with FNAF bitches covered in the iconic sticky white substance.

When you think of the best movie ever made, the first that come to mind are Interstellar, The Godfather, Venom: Let There Be Carnage or Ant-Man and the Wasp. Well, it's safe to say that the only movie you'll think of now is Morbius (2022), starring the legendary Jared Leto (best known for his role in flawless role in Suicide Squad). Morbius is pure cinema. The acting, the cinematography, the visual effects are absolutely out of this world. There were multiple times throughout the film when I forgot that I wasn't actually there and was merely sitting in a dark, cold, lonely cinema. Every single second of the film was exhilarating, and I could feel the adrenaline shooting through my body at the speed of light. The only thing that I can think of that's negative about this film is that there weren't enough cameos from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Like where the hell was the Iron Man or Captain Marvel? Or where were the cheeseburger references? Aside from that, I think this film will be remembered until the end of time. Thank you, Jared Leto.