Jerking off turns you gay

[PSLbbc]

If you jerk off enough, eventually you will get desensitised to pussy/women, and start having homosexual thoughts.

Jerking off 1 to 5 times a week is ideal. Jerking off 2+ times a day is addiction, once is fine if you are in puberty or have a high libido.

 

[Sandriguez]

yes for some that’s the reality

 

[Chungus]

If you can't have sex there isn't a reason to use your dick

 

[PSLbbc]

yes for some that’s the reality

Story of most "bisexual" faggots

 

[PSLbbc]

If you can't have sex there isn't a reason to use your dick

Yes

 

[PSLbbc]

@Eggshells @Light_Kira @mohi_100

 

[davidlaidisme67]

If you jerk off enough, eventually you will get desensitised to pussy/women, and start having homosexual thoughts.

Jerking off 1 to 5 times a week is ideal. Jerking off 2+ times a day is addiction, once is fine if you are in puberty or have a high libido.

Cope

 

[HighLtn]

Same happened to me

 

[Eggshells]

@Eggshells @Light_Kira @mohi_100

 

[Heretic]

Idk but it turns you feminine for sure

 

[Sandriguez]

Story of most "bisexual" faggots

i was about to make a joke that goes like “that’s my story” or something like that. just something very stupid lol. but you can get banned for gayposting.

 

[mohito]

Absolutely, once a week is ideal but i prefer to just nut into pussy tbh

 

[PSLbbc]

Cope

How

 

[aryanroidfaper]

If you jerk off enough, eventually you will get desensitised to pussy/women, and start having homosexual thoughts.

Jerking off 1 to 5 times a week is ideal. Jerking off 2+ times a day is addiction, once is fine if you are in puberty or have a high libido.

Bro I jerk off like 10 times a day bro. In puberty and I’m still attracted to pussy.

 

[PSLbbc]

nut into pussy tbh

I wish

 

[dictator]

especially once u go down the rabbit holes

of futa cuckold and femdom

 

[PSLbbc]

Bro I jerk off like 10 times a day bro. In puberty and I’m still attracted to pussy.

Good for you

 

[PSLbbc]

especially once u go down the rabbit holes

of futa cuckold and femdom

It starts with futa

 

[AmericanMTN]

If you jerk off enough, eventually you will get desensitised to pussy/women, and start having homosexual thoughts.

Jerking off 1 to 5 times a week is ideal. Jerking off 2+ times a day is addiction, once is fine if you are in puberty or have a high libido.

@Verdam would know

 

[porn addict 67]

You're projecting, you turned gay. Fapping is natural and healthy

 

[Verdam]

jesus is this why im gay

 

[PSLbbc]

Fapping is natural and healthy

If you jerk off enough, eventually you will get desensitised to pussy/women, and start having homosexual thoughts.

Jerking off 1 to 5 times a week is ideal. Jerking off 2+ times a day is addiction, once is fine if you are in puberty or have a high libido.

Never said no

 

[Eggshells]

jesus is this why im gay

 

[Eggshells]

jesus is this why im gay

Verdam, old chap… you don’t walk into a room — you buffer into it. Like weak Wi-Fi in human form. If confidence were currency, you’d still be asking to borrow bus fare.
You have the audacity of a man who thinks tea is made in the microwave. The confidence. The reckless optimism. It’s almost admirable — in the same way one admires a pigeon trying to fight its own reflection.
You speak with such authority for someone whose greatest life achievement is finding the loudest outfit in the shop and thinking, “Yes. This screams leadership.” It doesn’t. It screams clearance section.
Honestly, you don’t argue — you announce incorrect things with dramatic enthusiasm. It’s like watching someone host a documentary called “Facts I Just Invented.” David Attenborough would be baffled.
And the way you hype yourself up? Majestic. Shakespearean, even. If self-belief alone won trophies, you’d have a cabinet bigger than Buckingham Palace. Instead, you’ve got vibes. Just vibes. And not even premium ones.
But here’s the thing — you roast beautifully. You’re like slightly burnt toast: questionable at first glance, but still part of the breakfast.
Stay loud, stay bold, and for the love of the Crown, stay slightly confused. It suits you.
Cheers, mate.

 

[mohito]

Bro I jerk off like 10 times a day bro. In puberty and I’m still attracted to pussy.

 

[aryanroidfaper]

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Oh no you caught me

 

[Verdam]

Verdam, old chap… you don’t walk into a room — you buffer into it. Like weak Wi-Fi in human form. If confidence were currency, you’d still be asking to borrow bus fare.
You have the audacity of a man who thinks tea is made in the microwave. The confidence. The reckless optimism. It’s almost admirable — in the same way one admires a pigeon trying to fight its own reflection.
You speak with such authority for someone whose greatest life achievement is finding the loudest outfit in the shop and thinking, “Yes. This screams leadership.” It doesn’t. It screams clearance section.
Honestly, you don’t argue — you announce incorrect things with dramatic enthusiasm. It’s like watching someone host a documentary called “Facts I Just Invented.” David Attenborough would be baffled.
And the way you hype yourself up? Majestic. Shakespearean, even. If self-belief alone won trophies, you’d have a cabinet bigger than Buckingham Palace. Instead, you’ve got vibes. Just vibes. And not even premium ones.
But here’s the thing — you roast beautifully. You’re like slightly burnt toast: questionable at first glance, but still part of the breakfast.
Stay loud, stay bold, and for the love of the Crown, stay slightly confused. It suits you.
Cheers, mate.

I WOULD SUGGEST YOU STOP TALKING FOR THE PRESERVATION OF YOUR NECK.

 

[mohito]

Oh no you caught me

This is no joking matter u know

 

[aryanroidfaper]

This is no joking matter u know

Wdym

 

[Eggshells]

I WOULD SUGGEST YOU STOP TALKING FOR THE PRESERVATION OF YOUR NECK.

Oh, Verdam… brace yourself.
You don’t just miss the point — you actively avoid it like it owes you money. If overconfidence were an Olympic sport, you’d show up late, argue with the referee, and still expect a medal.
You’ve got the energy of someone who says “trust me” right before everything collapses. It’s impressive, really. The consistency. The dedication to being loudly incorrect.
The way you explain things with absolute certainty, as if you’ve just descended from a mountaintop with wisdom carved into stone — except it’s just nonsense written in permanent marker. Bold. Fearless. Entirely wrong.
And that walk? Like you’ve got a theme song playing in your head. I promise you, it’s not dramatic orchestral music. It’s elevator jazz.
You hype yourself up like you’re the main character, but somehow you still feel like a deleted scene. Not even director’s cut — just quietly removed for “pacing issues.”
Your comebacks arrive three to five business days late. By the time you think of something clever, the conversation has retired and started a family.
But here’s what truly amazes me: the sheer resilience. No matter how many times you fumble, you rise again with the confidence of someone who absolutely did not learn a single lesson. Inspirational, in a mildly concerning way.
Stay bold, Verdam. Stay confident. Stay spectacularly unaware.
It’s your brand now.

 

[mohito]

Wdym

We're working on a case to get every fag user banned, its gonna be a massacre very soon

 

[aryanroidfaper]

We're working on a case to get every fag user banned, its gonna be a massacre very soon

Bro saying you’re gay as a joke doesn’t make you gay. And if they were to do that it would not be very nice

 

[lenvoalt]

I just did in the shower. I guess I’m gay.

 

[mohito]

Bro saying you’re gay as a joke doesn’t make you gay. And if they were to do that it would not be very nice

Me and the boys dont play nice buddy

 

[PSLbbc]

I just did in the shower. I guess I’m gay.

No

 

[Verdam]

Oh, Verdam… brace yourself.
You don’t just miss the point — you actively avoid it like it owes you money. If overconfidence were an Olympic sport, you’d show up late, argue with the referee, and still expect a medal.
You’ve got the energy of someone who says “trust me” right before everything collapses. It’s impressive, really. The consistency. The dedication to being loudly incorrect.
The way you explain things with absolute certainty, as if you’ve just descended from a mountaintop with wisdom carved into stone — except it’s just nonsense written in permanent marker. Bold. Fearless. Entirely wrong.
And that walk? Like you’ve got a theme song playing in your head. I promise you, it’s not dramatic orchestral music. It’s elevator jazz.
You hype yourself up like you’re the main character, but somehow you still feel like a deleted scene. Not even director’s cut — just quietly removed for “pacing issues.”
Your comebacks arrive three to five business days late. By the time you think of something clever, the conversation has retired and started a family.
But here’s what truly amazes me: the sheer resilience. No matter how many times you fumble, you rise again with the confidence of someone who absolutely did not learn a single lesson. Inspirational, in a mildly concerning way.
Stay bold, Verdam. Stay confident. Stay spectacularly unaware.
It’s your brand now.

Right then, gather round, you lot—I've just spotted Eggshells skulking about the East Wing like he owns the place (which, mind you, he emphatically does not).

Oi, Eggshells! You absolute shabby little corgi turd masquerading as a resident. Strutting through Buckingham Palace in those threadbare trousers like you've been knighted for services to passive-aggression and walking on eggshells around actual royalty. Newsflash, mate: the only thing more fragile than your surname is your entire personality. One raised eyebrow from a Beefeater and you'd shatter faster than Her Late Majesty's patience during a state banquet.

You poshly pronounce "darjeeling" like it's a bloody incantation, yet your social calendar consists solely of standing in corridors hoping someone mistakes you for a minor cousin of a duke's third footman. Darling, the corgis have more spine than you—and they've been neutered.

Honestly, the footmen wipe their boots on your self-esteem every morning. You're the human equivalent of a cracked Fabergé egg: expensive-looking from afar, utterly worthless up close, and one wrong move away from making a terrible mess nobody wants to clean up.

Now sod off back to the servants' quarters before security mistakes you for a protester and drags you out by your ridiculously over-starched collar. Ta-ta, you delicate little wanker—mind the priceless vases on your way out. Wouldn't want to leave more broken eggshells behind, would we?

 

[Selbstmord]

stopped jerking a while ago now wake up with cum in my boxers every now and then

 

[PSLbbc]

stopped jerking a while ago now wake up with cum in my boxers every now and then

Good

 

[Eggshells]

Right then, gather round, you lot—I've just spotted Eggshells skulking about the East Wing like he owns the place (which, mind you, he emphatically does not).

Oi, Eggshells! You absolute shabby little corgi turd masquerading as a resident. Strutting through Buckingham Palace in those threadbare trousers like you've been knighted for services to passive-aggression and walking on eggshells around actual royalty. Newsflash, mate: the only thing more fragile than your surname is your entire personality. One raised eyebrow from a Beefeater and you'd shatter faster than Her Late Majesty's patience during a state banquet.

You poshly pronounce "darjeeling" like it's a bloody incantation, yet your social calendar consists solely of standing in corridors hoping someone mistakes you for a minor cousin of a duke's third footman. Darling, the corgis have more spine than you—and they've been neutered.

Honestly, the footmen wipe their boots on your self-esteem every morning. You're the human equivalent of a cracked Fabergé egg: expensive-looking from afar, utterly worthless up close, and one wrong move away from making a terrible mess nobody wants to clean up.

Now sod off back to the servants' quarters before security mistakes you for a protester and drags you out by your ridiculously over-starched collar. Ta-ta, you delicate little wanker—mind the priceless vases on your way out. Wouldn't want to leave more broken eggshells behind, would we?

Oh steady on, Your Discount Majesty. All that dramatic shouting and you still sound like a pantomime villain who didn’t get a callback. “Gather round, you lot”— relax, Churchill, you’re addressing three confused pigeons and a draft.
You’re throwing around Buckingham Palace like you’ve got the spare keys, but the only palace you’ve seen is the one printed on a tea towel from the souvenir shop. Calm yourself.
Calling someone “Eggshells” with that much enthusiasm is bold for a man whose entire personality is built like flat-pack furniture — loud, wobbly, and missing essential screws. One strong opinion and you’d fold quicker than a deck chair at a rainy garden party.
You talk about fragility, but you typed that whole speech like you rehearsed it in the mirror with a hairbrush microphone. Shakespeare would’ve read it and said, “Bit much, mate.”
“Corgi turd”? That’s your grand insult? I’ve heard sharper banter in a Year 7 lunch queue. You’ve got the vocabulary of someone who just discovered sarcasm yesterday and hasn’t learned moderation.
And the way you describe things — “East Wing,” “state banquet,” “Beefeater” — it’s giving historical drama extra. Not even main cast. You’re the bloke in the background holding a tray, hoping someone notices your side profile.
Honestly, the only thing over-starched here is your ego. You roast like you cook — dramatic presentation, absolutely no substance.
Now run along, Lord Loudmouth of Nowhere-in-Particular. Mind your imaginary crown on the way out. Wouldn’t want it slipping again — seems to happen often.

 

[PSLbbc]

stopped jerking a while ago now wake up with cum in my boxers every now and then

Good

 

[AmericanMTN]

jesus is this why im gay

not even hiding it anymore

 

[staton]

now wake up with cum in my boxers every now and then

never happened to me, ever, guess im a hardcore diehard jerker since forever

 

[Verdam]

not even hiding it anymore

IVE LITERALLY NEVER HIDDEN IT

 

[itsoverformeiamgoin]

If you jerk off enough, eventually you will get desensitised to pussy/women, and start having homosexual thoughts.

Jerking off 1 to 5 times a week is ideal. Jerking off 2+ times a day is addiction, once is fine if you are in puberty or have a high libido.

Ig bro

 

[PSLbbc]

Ig bro

 

[AmericanMTN]

IVE LITERALLY NEVER HIDDEN IT

 

[Verdam]

Oh steady on, Your Discount Majesty. All that dramatic shouting and you still sound like a pantomime villain who didn’t get a callback. “Gather round, you lot”— relax, Churchill, you’re addressing three confused pigeons and a draft.
You’re throwing around Buckingham Palace like you’ve got the spare keys, but the only palace you’ve seen is the one printed on a tea towel from the souvenir shop. Calm yourself.
Calling someone “Eggshells” with that much enthusiasm is bold for a man whose entire personality is built like flat-pack furniture — loud, wobbly, and missing essential screws. One strong opinion and you’d fold quicker than a deck chair at a rainy garden party.
You talk about fragility, but you typed that whole speech like you rehearsed it in the mirror with a hairbrush microphone. Shakespeare would’ve read it and said, “Bit much, mate.”
“Corgi turd”? That’s your grand insult? I’ve heard sharper banter in a Year 7 lunch queue. You’ve got the vocabulary of someone who just discovered sarcasm yesterday and hasn’t learned moderation.
And the way you describe things — “East Wing,” “state banquet,” “Beefeater” — it’s giving historical drama extra. Not even main cast. You’re the bloke in the background holding a tray, hoping someone notices your side profile.
Honestly, the only thing over-starched here is your ego. You roast like you cook — dramatic presentation, absolutely no substance.
Now run along, Lord Loudmouth of Nowhere-in-Particular. Mind your imaginary crown on the way out. Wouldn’t want it slipping again — seems to happen often.

Oh, look who’s crawled out from under his rock with a thesaurus and a hard-on for comebacks. Eggshells, you snivelling little tit—you think you can waltz in here swinging limp-dick insults like you’ve got the bollocks to back them up? Mate, your entire roast reads like a Year 9 English essay written by someone who’s never been within sniffing distance of a personality.

You call me a pantomime villain? Darling, I’m the whole fucking West End production while you’re the sad sod in row Z clutching a melted ice cream and a grudge. “Discount Majesty”? At least I’ve got a crown in this fantasy—you’re out here wearing nothing but delusion and yesterday’s skid-marked Y-fronts.

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That’s you trying to play tough, innit? All arched brows and dramatic cape, but underneath it’s just a sad git with more makeup than talent and zero spine.
You’re banging on about flat-pack furniture? Pot, kettle, you wobbly IKEA abortion. One firm tug on your ego and the whole thing collapses into a pile of allen keys, tears, and unresolved mummy issues.

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See that? That’s your comeback—carefully assembled, still fell the fuck over the second someone looked at it funny.

“Corgi turd” too tame for you? Fine. You’re not even a turd, you’re the fleck of shit that missed the bowl, dried on the rim, and now thinks it’s part of the porcelain. The corgis themselves look at you with pure contempt—and they’ve seen Charles in his dressing gown.

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That face right there? That’s every royal hound within a ten-mile radius when you open your gob. Utter fucking disdain.

You reckon I rehearse in the mirror? Sweetheart, I don’t need rehearsals to bury a no-mark like you. You’re so far out of your depth you’re basically drowning in your own piss. “Lord Loudmouth of Nowhere-in-Particular”? Cute. I’ll take “loudmouth” over “anonymous Canadian bellend who types like he’s auditioning for the world’s most forgettable Reddit thread.”

Now listen here, you over-opinionated bellend: take your imaginary wit, shove it up the gaping void where your charisma should be, twist it, and fuck off back to Toronto before I have the Yeoman of the Guard drag you out by your tiny, shrivelled bollocks and use you as a doormat for the actual pigeons.

Your socks aren’t just knocked off, love—they’ve been incinerated, the ashes scattered over the Thames, and Big Ben’s currently tolling thirteen times to celebrate your absolute fucking annihilation.

Now piss off, Eggshells. The draft’s got more presence than you.

 

[Verdam]

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EXPLAIN WHEN

 

[ICXCLuvr]

If you jerk off enough, eventually you will get desensitised to pussy/women, and start having homosexual thoughts.

Jerking off 1 to 5 times a week is ideal. Jerking off 2+ times a day is addiction, once is fine if you are in puberty or have a high libido.

I haven’t jerked off in a while got my morning wood back. Recommend

 

[atleastimskinny471]

If you jerk off enough, eventually you will get desensitised to pussy/women, and start having homosexual thoughts.

Jerking off 1 to 5 times a week is ideal. Jerking off 2+ times a day is addiction, once is fine if you are in puberty or have a high libido.

You realize there's gay guys, then there's guys who are extremely sexually desperate who will use other men as a tool to get off