I tell the Truth - thus blackpill - and not everyone can swallow such. Well, maybe your mothers can...wink wink

BigJimsWornOutTires

BigJimsWornOutTires

Kraken
Joined
Feb 6, 2021
Posts
25,108
Reputation
29,414
Most kids today are pampered and treated as if their feelings matter. This is all good and hunky-dory, but eventually, they need to learn and not discovered this the hard way as many do and end up dead, in jail, homeless and hooked on drugs, or using cashapps to make a little dough with their sucking skill. Which believe it or not, some Chads end up on drugs and having to please faggots so they can keep their high going. I've met a few during my rumspringas when I was chasing the temptations and didn't give a fuck about consequences. And there were middle to upper-class younger people buying serious hardcore dope. Big H, The Dead Lake.

This one group comes walking down the hallway in this section 8 housing unit. They appeared as if part of a high school football team. An hour later, I hear my faggot neighbor screaming! So I go and take a peek through the door's asshole and eavesdrop, and see one of those guys in his boxers running away for dear life from that faggot's apartment. The homo's screaming, "Keep running, you dirty dick fucker!" Ugh. The other two guys were passed out in his apartment from shooting up dope.

Weeks later, I find out the whole story from one of the vaginas that would come by my place to drain my balls. She told me those three guys were from an upper-class section in town and got hooked on heroin. Probably from school. And all three had girlfriends. The parents stopped giving them money. So they did what they had to do. Sold themselves to faggots. And I guarantee you, the girlfriends had no idea.

tenor.gif
tenor.gif
tenor.gif
 
  • JFL
Reactions: mulattomaxxer and GripMaxxing
not because i dont believe it, because its funny
Tragedy and comedy tangos a lot. It's so fucking sad that it's hilarious. Except, funerals. Nothing's funny about that. Once I invited myself to one. So I'm standing around in the snack room eating their little finger sandwiches and drinking ice-cold cans of soda and this older woman, 60s perhaps, walks up to me and says, "Who are you?"

I quickly shove a few more sandwiches into my mouth feeling as if lunch is coming to an end and replied. "Ugh. Angel of Death. And I'm hungry."

Her face turned to stone. She then scanned my body up and down. Her eyes widen as she began fanning herself off with the funeral attendance paper. Says, "Bless your heart. I haven't had the opportunity in some time to meet another wackjob like yourself. Would you like to spend the evening with me?"

"Ugh. Sure thing. But I'm a bareback kind of guy." I assured her with a wink.

"I don't know what that means but you can say whatever you want." She says as her eyes are locked in on my biceps.

Moral of that story. No idea. I just felt like telling it.
 
  • JFL
  • +1
Reactions: mulattomaxxer and GripMaxxing
  • +1
Reactions: BrettyBoy

Similar threads

Xangsane
Replies
51
Views
5K
curryascenderr
C
D
Replies
20
Views
6K
carlos72
carlos72
D
Replies
24
Views
6K
subcel45
subcel45

Users who are viewing this thread

Back
Top