I swiftly had to delete that post, and explain to my family and friends that I am not gay.
So guys I have a story. One time I was minding my own business when out of nowhere my phone starting getting tons of notifications. I opened it up and noticed that everyone was applauding me for "coming out". I was naturally intrigued so I opened up the notifications and notice that I, 50 minutes go, had called myself gay. I swiftly had to delete that post, and explain to my family and friends that I am not gay. Upon further investigation, I discovered that my boyfriend had made that post on my account.

You want to know why I love Boar Vessel, 600-500 BC, Etruscan, ceramic? Boar Vessel, 600-500 BC, Etruscan, ceramic is a completely self-made meme. So many other memes are based in nostalgic childrens shows, funny faces, relatable situations, or references. Not Boar Vessel, 600-500 BC, Etruscan, ceramic. Boar Vessel, 600-500 BC, Etruscan, ceramic is completely absurd. It's a low-res boar, and an arbitrary method of describing it. The first person to ever upvote Boar Vessel, 600-500 BC, Etruscan, ceramic did not do so out of recognition. The first person to ever upvote Boar Vessel, 600-500 BC, Etruscan, ceramic did not do so because a pre-existing meme format. The first person to ever upvote Boar Vessel, 600-500 BC, Etruscan, ceramic upvoted a meme literally pulled from the ether by sheer human creativity and willpower. Boar Vessel, 600-500 BC, Etruscan, ceramic is evidence that humans can stare into the meaningless void of eternity and force their own meaning onto to it. I will always upvote Boar Vessel, 600-500 BC, Etruscan, ceramic!

guys, i just found out

so i was ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ my sister as usual when a thoguth came to my mimnd: isnt incest wrong

so i instantly took my dickc out o f her and picked her up, she had a ocnufsed look on her face and then I threw her out of yhte window

she died instntly and thats when i realized i had bcome a better prson, because i stopped doig incest.

later i was ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ my mom and she agreed that inecst is bad

hope u consider my infomration and use it to becom a better perosn

bye

I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ remember you, you damn pervert. You were that guy that pushed me on the McDonald's parking lot floor and violently shoved a ♥♥♥♥ in my mouth and told me, "You have to drink it all~" and slapped me in the face with it for 3 minutes while repeating the same ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ phrase over and over again, "You like this, don't you? Dirty ♥♥♥♥♥~". Then when you were about to squirt you shoved in in my mouth and you forced me to gag and swallow it. You then said, "Choke on it you slut!" and left me to rot in the corner. Not only that, but you damaged my throat so badly, everytime I eat or drink anything I can still taste your salty, thick ♥♥♥ in my throat. Now, everytime I'm having a good time eating my favorite foods, I always remember you licking your lips and moaning.

I legitimately want to insert my erect penis into other men's willing, lubricated anus, and then relax while they read me a selection from the venerable Dr. Seuss catalog and I drink copious amounts of grape Gatorade. With their beautiful sphincter muscles squeezing my now flaccid member, I slowly begin to urinate as they moans in ecstasy, feeling the warm stream inject into their bowels, like a Taco Bell binge in reverse. As their tummy begins to rumble from the all-natural enema, I slide out of that sweet balloon knot, and they move to place their backside directly over my face, and begins to push out slowly. I open my mouth and take in the essence of both of us while we high five. They climb off me and we lay there in bliss and order Papa Johns.

I’m Rajkumar Bohra. My father-in-law is Shantilal Dalal. I'm from Udaipur. My business is in Dubai. I’m worth 300 crores. But, I cheated a person who gave me 3 lac rupees loan when I had problem. I cheated and refused to give him 30 lac interest on the loan, although I am worth 300 crores.

Waluigi is the ultimate example of the individual shaped by the signifier. Waluigi is a man seen only in mirror images; lost in a hall of mirrors he is a reflection of a reflection of a reflection. You start with Mario – the wholesome all Italian plumbing superman, you reflect him to create Luigi – the same thing but slightly less. You invert Mario to create Wario – Mario turned septic and libertarian – then you reflect the inversion in the reflection: you create a being who can only exist in reference to others. Waluigi is the true nowhere man, without the other characters he reflects, inverts and parodies he has no reason to exist. Waluigi’s identity only comes from what and who he isn’t – without a wider frame of reference, he is nothing. He is not his own man. In a world where our identities are shaped by our warped relationships to brands and commerce, we are all Waluigi.

I remember it was my senior year of high school. Just for contacts I’m the kind of guy who minds his own business and doesn’t really go to school events or talk to a whole lot of people especially girls (I’ll be the first to admit I’ve got no game). Prom time comes around and on the last day tickets are on sale for a reasonable price I decide to put myself out there and ask a girl I that I was into. She politely turned me down and said she had a big project due for her government class (I believed her because government teacher was notorious for failing seniors so it checked out in my mind). With no date I decided to stay home and not face the questions sure to be thrown my way (at my school people noticed if you went alone and I didn’t want to bring that much attention to myself). The next day all over the girls social media she’s posting pictures of her date to prom with the caption “this guy came in clutch. I was afraid no one was going to take me” I was so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ heated when I first read it. I was an actual pubic hair away from going to her house in the middle of the night and Falcon punching her family in the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ throats

Listen buddy, let me make this perfectly clear for you. I have read over 300 Garfield comics per month for the last six years. That is more than 80,000 panels of Garfield. Half of those were Sunday strips with full color. So despite whatever knowledge you think you may have gathered from the few liberal ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Garfield comic-a-day calendars your ♥♥♥♥♥ ass manages to get through, take it from someone more experienced like myself when they say that you know absolutely nothing about Garfield.

You fool. You absolute buffoon. You think you can challenge me in my own realm? You think you can rebel against my authority? You dare come into my house and upturn my dining chairs and spill coffee grounds into my Keurig? You thought you were safe in your chain mail armor behind that screen of yours. I will take these laminate wood floors and destroy you. I didn´t want war. But i didn´t start it.

If the wearer of this breastplate gains a piece of information that is somehow connected to the concealment of a hidden conspiracy or plot, a live and still wet red herring forms on the inside of the armor.

This item appears to be a normal cloak, but when worn by a character its magical properties distort and warp reality. When any attack is made against the wearer the cloak has a 20% chance of falling off, no matter how it is secured.