Dr. Mog
Researcher at moggerdom and zoomerology
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Skunks, whores, pussies, addicts and fatherless rats dressed with less clothing size than a petite kindergarten child wandering around, dancing around while being drunk like a wife beater fat British man with a midlife crisis.
Red, blue, green, purple, orange rays of lights flashing on my eyes like a stage 4 schizophrenic episode with whore remixed fake half cut music. You can look into the eyes of that foid group at the left corner and tell that each of them don’t even trust each other and are all just pretend-to-be-friends who will backstab one day.
You glance at a girl once. Nothing happened. You glance at her again and then she’s there staring at you smoking a cigarette like a fatherless whore with a scorn face looking at you top to bottom for 3 secs straight to make sure you are getting her hint. You realise this is all you are probably worth of. A substance to be stared by LTB women with one kg of fakeup way below your smv expecting you to get her number and get into her pants. Fuck you.
You keep glancing around while still subtly dancing now you have made eye contacts with atleast 4 women out of which 2 will keep glancing at you again and again expecting you to approach them and do the ‘man’s work’. Once again, fuck you (disrespectfully).
I never wanted to be here, because I don’t belong here. The “women” and IOIs you get here are not real. They don’t care about your life, they only care what’s down there for a limited time’s pleasure. This bestfriend of mine still had to grab my hand and take me there with her because apprarently this is “fun”. Whatever the fuck that means.
I almost never drink. This time I took two sips of vodka because these female friends told me its “fun” (once again). Felt that gay shit on my tongue and went back home earlier than anyone to some Netflix with some pop corn and a good night’s REM cycle sleep.
Inb4 you .org Dalits comment tales from Mumbai. Go back to the Dharavi slums with a mosquito bat where you belong if you think I spend all this time writing non existent tales on a face less forum for you people.
Red, blue, green, purple, orange rays of lights flashing on my eyes like a stage 4 schizophrenic episode with whore remixed fake half cut music. You can look into the eyes of that foid group at the left corner and tell that each of them don’t even trust each other and are all just pretend-to-be-friends who will backstab one day.
You glance at a girl once. Nothing happened. You glance at her again and then she’s there staring at you smoking a cigarette like a fatherless whore with a scorn face looking at you top to bottom for 3 secs straight to make sure you are getting her hint. You realise this is all you are probably worth of. A substance to be stared by LTB women with one kg of fakeup way below your smv expecting you to get her number and get into her pants. Fuck you.
You keep glancing around while still subtly dancing now you have made eye contacts with atleast 4 women out of which 2 will keep glancing at you again and again expecting you to approach them and do the ‘man’s work’. Once again, fuck you (disrespectfully).
I never wanted to be here, because I don’t belong here. The “women” and IOIs you get here are not real. They don’t care about your life, they only care what’s down there for a limited time’s pleasure. This bestfriend of mine still had to grab my hand and take me there with her because apprarently this is “fun”. Whatever the fuck that means.
I almost never drink. This time I took two sips of vodka because these female friends told me its “fun” (once again). Felt that gay shit on my tongue and went back home earlier than anyone to some Netflix with some pop corn and a good night’s REM cycle sleep.
Inb4 you .org Dalits comment tales from Mumbai. Go back to the Dharavi slums with a mosquito bat where you belong if you think I spend all this time writing non existent tales on a face less forum for you people.
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