You finally get your chance with Stacy – Way to go, buddy!

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

You have sex with Stacy.

That was awesome watching her admire you as you rock into her from behind. Ugh, you put your back into that. Good job!

She seemed to have also enjoyed it. But something about her pleasant persona versus the opposite with you unsettles my stomach. Stroodle, it is. Back in time in another universe I go!

Sip-sip-sip

Flip, flip, flip… stop.

Stacy is from an educated environment. Most of her family is successful and optimistic. The worst that had happened to her was after class in 8th grade. Mister Hunter, the male substitute teacher, slipped his phone number into her homework notebook. She later brought it to her dad, and he got fired. But the rest of her life is peachy and spotless.

Changing locations – flip, flip, flip… stop.

You live in the slums. Most of your family are negative assholes. They use nasty words and wish bodily harm on each other. Your dad is abusive, and your mom is always drunk. Your sister constantly whines about sexual abuse, ugh, she gave me a fucking headache. And your dog never moves much because of this depressing hoarder’s den. Even the fish in your cloudy aquarium stays hidden out of view.

Sip-sip-sip… Back to the present universe.

While smiling, she brings the bedsheet over her wobbly boobs. She saw you wiping yourself with the pillow. She looked away. You nasty motherfucker. I feel like breaking the code and grabbing you by the back of your fucking neck and slamming your face into it.

Anywho, Stacy wants conversation. While running a fingertip under her lower eyelid, she begins by bragging about her latest achievement. With white eyes, you nod with apathy. She discerns that. Changing the topic, she says, “Like, oh my god, right? If the environment is in danger because of vehicles, what about the aircraft and rockets constantly polluting the sky?”

Ugh, this, too, doesn’t arouse you. Instead, you panhandle her for sympathy, “So my dad would beat mom’s face into the floor during the holidays because he was a fucking asshole. On the contrary, everyone in my family is a bunch of assholes.”

Ouchie-mouchie, what a mood killer! You took a relationship-building opportunity and smeared your shit all over it. And to be honest, I’m about to break a rule and grab you by your fucking hair and drag you to the window and push you out of it.

Fuck it.

Big Jim manifests in their realm. Stacy yelps and falls off the bed. He runs to the instigator and grabs him by his fucking hair and drags him to the window. While frantically crying, Stacy jumped over the bed and smashed into the floor. Busting the window out with his head, Stacy gets to her feet and runs out of the room. He shoves his hand and wrist into the feller’s ass and heaves him through the window.

Look what you just did, you selfish prick. You ruined Stacy’s life. No one will ever believe a naked man with a horse cock manifested from thin air and tossed her first date out of the window. She will get blamed for that. I feel so sorry for you.

Asshole!

Using your recently departed doppelganger from a parallel universe as an example of an evident conclusion, wanting to fuck Stacy with your pessimistic ORG irritability, you are truly the criterion of an arrogant, delusional fuck.

Neither facelifting, looksmaxxing, nor strength training will fix the dick inside you. Changing your view of people and embracing this world of wonders would be the first step. The next is not to target a certain face or body for copulation. Stacy will always notice. But if you continue your facsimile’s self-manufactured intelligence, I hope you never, ever, put your dick into anything that doesn’t have one.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

 

[PSLbbc]

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You have sex with Stacy.

That was awesome watching her admire you as you rock into her from behind. Ugh, you put your back into that. Good job!

She seemed to have also enjoyed it. But something about her pleasant persona versus the opposite with you unsettles my stomach. Stroodle, it is. Back in time in another universe I go!

Sip-sip-sip

Flip, flip, flip… stop.

Stacy is from an educated environment. Most of her family is successful and optimistic. The worst that had happened to her was after class in 8th grade. Mister Hunter, the male substitute teacher, slipped his phone number into her homework notebook. She later brought it to her dad, and he got fired. But the rest of her life is peachy and spotless.

Changing locations – flip, flip, flip… stop.

You live in the slums. Most of your family are negative assholes. They use nasty words and wish bodily harm on each other. Your dad is abusive, and your mom is always drunk. Your sister constantly whines about sexual abuse, ugh, she gave me a fucking headache. And your dog never moves much because of this depressing hoarder’s den. Even the fish in your cloudy aquarium stays hidden out of view.

Sip-sip-sip… Back to the present universe.

While smiling, she brings the bedsheet over her wobbly boobs. She saw you wiping yourself with the pillow. She looked away. You nasty motherfucker. I feel like breaking the code and grabbing you by the back of your fucking neck and slamming your face into it.

Anywho, Stacy wants conversation. While running a fingertip under her lower eyelid, she begins by bragging about her latest achievement. With white eyes, you nod with apathy. She discerns that. Changing the topic, she says, “Like, oh my god, right? If the environment is in danger because of vehicles, what about the aircraft and rockets constantly polluting the sky?”

Ugh, this, too, doesn’t arouse you. Instead, you panhandle her for sympathy, “So my dad would beat mom’s face into the floor during the holidays because he was a fucking asshole. On the contrary, everyone in my family is a bunch of assholes.”

Ouchie-mouchie, what a mood killer! You took a relationship-building opportunity and smeared your shit all over it. And to be honest, I’m about to break a rule and grab you by your fucking hair and drag you to the window and push you out of it.

Fuck it.

Big Jim manifests in their realm. Stacy yelps and falls off the bed. He runs to the instigator and grabs him by his fucking hair and drags him to the window. While frantically crying, Stacy jumped over the bed and smashed into the floor. Busting the window out with his head, Stacy gets to her feet and runs out of the room. He shoves his hand and wrist into the feller’s ass and heaves him through the window.

Look what you just did, you selfish prick. You ruined Stacy’s life. No one will ever believe a naked man with a horse cock manifested from thin air and tossed her first date out of the window. She will get blamed for that. I feel so sorry for you.

Asshole!

Using your recently departed doppelganger from a parallel universe as an example of an evident conclusion, wanting to fuck Stacy with your pessimistic ORG irritability, you are truly the criterion of an arrogant, delusional fuck.

Neither facelifting, looksmaxxing, nor strength training will fix the dick inside you. Changing your view of people and embracing this world of wonders would be the first step. The next is not to target a certain face or body for copulation. Stacy will always notice. But if you continue your facsimile’s self-manufactured intelligence, I hope you never, ever, put your dick into anything that doesn’t have one.

Then I wake up

 

[hypernormie]

I enjoyed reading that

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Then I wake up

Dreams are bits from parallel universes. Have you ever had a moment of Deja Vu? Or felt extremely excited for no reason? Or something terrible happened that caused a Deja Vu sensation during the moment of agony? Bits like that.

 

[PSLbbc]

Dreams are bits from parallel universes. Have you ever had a moment of Deja Vu? Or felt extremely excited for no reason? And something terrible happened that caused a Deja Vu sensation during the moment of agony? Bits like that.

I see

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

I see

A little over a decade ago, I met a PUP (Parallel Universe Parasite). She was a Stacy in her late twenties. And she didn't fit the environment where I met her. She invited me back to her hotel room.

She told me to sit on her bed. She said she will prostitute herself to me. "This is the first time I'm doing this," she said. I was loaded and surprised that she would say these things. The words didn't fit her character.

I had no money because I spent it on something else. So, I handed her some of it. She accepted it but was confused. With a raised eyebrow, she fiddled with it and skeptically looked at me. She placed it on the nightstand. Her blues were perplexed to see this kind of doppelganger.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

@PSLbbc READING THE RECENT COMMENT:

 

[personalitymaxxer06]

Great story but what is up with the painter picture

 

[bourgeoizyzz]

A truly looksmaxed man can be a literal Nazi and Stacy will have to fight off the other women in her family

Remember that. And never stop grinding

 

[TiktokUser]

Fuck it.

Big Jim manifests in their realm. Stacy yelps and falls off the bed. He runs to the instigator and grabs him by his fucking hair and drags him to the window. While frantically crying, Stacy jumped over the bed and smashed into the floor. Busting the window out with his head, Stacy gets to her feet and runs out of the room. He shoves his hand and wrist into the feller’s ass and heaves him through the window.

Look what you just did, you selfish prick. You ruined Stacy’s life. No one will ever believe a naked man with a horse cock manifested from thin air and tossed her first date out of the window. She will get blamed for that. I feel so sorry for you.

Asshole!

Using your recently departed doppelganger from a parallel universe as an example of an evident conclusion, wanting to fuck Stacy with your pessimistic ORG irritability, you are truly the criterion of an arrogant, delusional fuck.

Neither facelifting, looksmaxxing, nor strength training will fix the dick inside you. Changing your view of people and embracing this world of wonders would be the first step. The next is not to target a certain face or body for copulation. Stacy will always notice. But if you continue your facsimile’s self-manufactured intelligence, I hope you never, ever, put your dick into anything that doesn’t have one.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

I quickly grabbed a wormhole vortex. It wasn't too important. Now that I'm looking at it, that's pizza. Wrong image! Not cool.

The milk sipping is the Stroodle.

Great story but what is up with the painter picture

That one above, or the workforce leader during WW2?

 

[TiktokUser]

Then I wake up

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

A truly looksmaxed man can be a literal Nazi and Stacy will have to fight off the other women in her family

Remember that. And never stop grinding

He did inspire many people of a variety of races, including Jews. But those Jews were't rich. Only the wealthy ones hated him with passion.

 

[Vermilioncore]

To wake up in the despondent slough or to wake up with a tranny squatting over your face, asshole agape, log in the process of exiting?

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

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It is what it is. Both parties must share common desires and usually, looks. Chad can be an asshole if she loves the rest of him. The same for her being a bitch. But sometimes, the common desire is bragging rights. A beautiful woman > a wealthy eyesore > Bingo.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

To wake up in the despondent slough or to wake up with a tranny squatting over your face, asshole agape, log in the process of exiting?

So you would rather wake up every morning with a dude teabagging you? Ugh, real nigga shit there.

 

[personalitymaxxer06]

I quickly grabbed a wormhole vortex. It wasn't too important. Now that I'm looking at it, that's pizza. Wrong image! Not cool.

The milk sipping is the Stroodle.


That one above, or the workforce leader during WW2?

The workforce leader ofc

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

The workforce leader ofc

Some writers prefer to leave a signature, while others use an emoji, a flower, or an animal. I choose to use Hitler. But please don't see this as a white supremacy play. I like the images of Hitler. He was always positive and held his head high. He had that PUP spirit about him. As if whatever happens, he'll survive and move on to the next universe. And who says you can't use an unalive doppelganger as your body?

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Some writers prefer to leave a signature, while others use an emoji, a flower, or an animal. I choose to use Hitler. But please don't see this as a white supremacy play. I like the images of Hitler. He was always positive and held his head high. He had that PUP spirit about him. As if whatever happens, he'll survive and move on to the next universe. And who says you can't use an unalive doppelganger as your body?

EDIT:

And who says you can't use an unalive doppelganger as the body they find?

 

[Van]

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You have sex with Stacy.

That was awesome watching her admire you as you rock into her from behind. Ugh, you put your back into that. Good job!

She seemed to have also enjoyed it. But something about her pleasant persona versus the opposite with you unsettles my stomach. Stroodle, it is. Back in time in another universe I go!

Sip-sip-sip

Flip, flip, flip… stop.

Stacy is from an educated environment. Most of her family is successful and optimistic. The worst that had happened to her was after class in 8th grade. Mister Hunter, the male substitute teacher, slipped his phone number into her homework notebook. She later brought it to her dad, and he got fired. But the rest of her life is peachy and spotless.

Changing locations – flip, flip, flip… stop.

You live in the slums. Most of your family are negative assholes. They use nasty words and wish bodily harm on each other. Your dad is abusive, and your mom is always drunk. Your sister constantly whines about sexual abuse, ugh, she gave me a fucking headache. And your dog never moves much because of this depressing hoarder’s den. Even the fish in your cloudy aquarium stays hidden out of view.

Sip-sip-sip… Back to the present universe.

While smiling, she brings the bedsheet over her wobbly boobs. She saw you wiping yourself with the pillow. She looked away. You nasty motherfucker. I feel like breaking the code and grabbing you by the back of your fucking neck and slamming your face into it.

Anywho, Stacy wants conversation. While running a fingertip under her lower eyelid, she begins by bragging about her latest achievement. With white eyes, you nod with apathy. She discerns that. Changing the topic, she says, “Like, oh my god, right? If the environment is in danger because of vehicles, what about the aircraft and rockets constantly polluting the sky?”

Ugh, this, too, doesn’t arouse you. Instead, you panhandle her for sympathy, “So my dad would beat mom’s face into the floor during the holidays because he was a fucking asshole. On the contrary, everyone in my family is a bunch of assholes.”

Ouchie-mouchie, what a mood killer! You took a relationship-building opportunity and smeared your shit all over it. And to be honest, I’m about to break a rule and grab you by your fucking hair and drag you to the window and push you out of it.

Fuck it.

Big Jim manifests in their realm. Stacy yelps and falls off the bed. He runs to the instigator and grabs him by his fucking hair and drags him to the window. While frantically crying, Stacy jumped over the bed and smashed into the floor. Busting the window out with his head, Stacy gets to her feet and runs out of the room. He shoves his hand and wrist into the feller’s ass and heaves him through the window.

Look what you just did, you selfish prick. You ruined Stacy’s life. No one will ever believe a naked man with a horse cock manifested from thin air and tossed her first date out of the window. She will get blamed for that. I feel so sorry for you.

Asshole!

Using your recently departed doppelganger from a parallel universe as an example of an evident conclusion, wanting to fuck Stacy with your pessimistic ORG irritability, you are truly the criterion of an arrogant, delusional fuck.

Neither facelifting, looksmaxxing, nor strength training will fix the dick inside you. Changing your view of people and embracing this world of wonders would be the first step. The next is not to target a certain face or body for copulation. Stacy will always notice. But if you continue your facsimile’s self-manufactured intelligence, I hope you never, ever, put your dick into anything that doesn’t have one.

DNR but mirin AH so I'll rep you

 

[wishicouldascend]

Then I wake up

 

[walee]

View attachment 4529124

You have sex with Stacy.

That was awesome watching her admire you as you rock into her from behind. Ugh, you put your back into that. Good job!

She seemed to have also enjoyed it. But something about her pleasant persona versus the opposite with you unsettles my stomach. Stroodle, it is. Back in time in another universe I go!

Sip-sip-sip

Flip, flip, flip… stop.

Stacy is from an educated environment. Most of her family is successful and optimistic. The worst that had happened to her was after class in 8th grade. Mister Hunter, the male substitute teacher, slipped his phone number into her homework notebook. She later brought it to her dad, and he got fired. But the rest of her life is peachy and spotless.

Changing locations – flip, flip, flip… stop.

You live in the slums. Most of your family are negative assholes. They use nasty words and wish bodily harm on each other. Your dad is abusive, and your mom is always drunk. Your sister constantly whines about sexual abuse, ugh, she gave me a fucking headache. And your dog never moves much because of this depressing hoarder’s den. Even the fish in your cloudy aquarium stays hidden out of view.

Sip-sip-sip… Back to the present universe.

While smiling, she brings the bedsheet over her wobbly boobs. She saw you wiping yourself with the pillow. She looked away. You nasty motherfucker. I feel like breaking the code and grabbing you by the back of your fucking neck and slamming your face into it.

Anywho, Stacy wants conversation. While running a fingertip under her lower eyelid, she begins by bragging about her latest achievement. With white eyes, you nod with apathy. She discerns that. Changing the topic, she says, “Like, oh my god, right? If the environment is in danger because of vehicles, what about the aircraft and rockets constantly polluting the sky?”

Ugh, this, too, doesn’t arouse you. Instead, you panhandle her for sympathy, “So my dad would beat mom’s face into the floor during the holidays because he was a fucking asshole. On the contrary, everyone in my family is a bunch of assholes.”

Ouchie-mouchie, what a mood killer! You took a relationship-building opportunity and smeared your shit all over it. And to be honest, I’m about to break a rule and grab you by your fucking hair and drag you to the window and push you out of it.

Fuck it.

Big Jim manifests in their realm. Stacy yelps and falls off the bed. He runs to the instigator and grabs him by his fucking hair and drags him to the window. While frantically crying, Stacy jumped over the bed and smashed into the floor. Busting the window out with his head, Stacy gets to her feet and runs out of the room. He shoves his hand and wrist into the feller’s ass and heaves him through the window.

Look what you just did, you selfish prick. You ruined Stacy’s life. No one will ever believe a naked man with a horse cock manifested from thin air and tossed her first date out of the window. She will get blamed for that. I feel so sorry for you.

Asshole!

Using your recently departed doppelganger from a parallel universe as an example of an evident conclusion, wanting to fuck Stacy with your pessimistic ORG irritability, you are truly the criterion of an arrogant, delusional fuck.

Neither facelifting, looksmaxxing, nor strength training will fix the dick inside you. Changing your view of people and embracing this world of wonders would be the first step. The next is not to target a certain face or body for copulation. Stacy will always notice. But if you continue your facsimile’s self-manufactured intelligence, I hope you never, ever, put your dick into anything that doesn’t have one.

I wanted naked pics no bikini pics

 

[deformed subhuman]

View attachment 4529124

You have sex with Stacy.

That was awesome watching her admire you as you rock into her from behind. Ugh, you put your back into that. Good job!

She seemed to have also enjoyed it. But something about her pleasant persona versus the opposite with you unsettles my stomach. Stroodle, it is. Back in time in another universe I go!

Sip-sip-sip

Flip, flip, flip… stop.

Stacy is from an educated environment. Most of her family is successful and optimistic. The worst that had happened to her was after class in 8th grade. Mister Hunter, the male substitute teacher, slipped his phone number into her homework notebook. She later brought it to her dad, and he got fired. But the rest of her life is peachy and spotless.

Changing locations – flip, flip, flip… stop.

You live in the slums. Most of your family are negative assholes. They use nasty words and wish bodily harm on each other. Your dad is abusive, and your mom is always drunk. Your sister constantly whines about sexual abuse, ugh, she gave me a fucking headache. And your dog never moves much because of this depressing hoarder’s den. Even the fish in your cloudy aquarium stays hidden out of view.

Sip-sip-sip… Back to the present universe.

While smiling, she brings the bedsheet over her wobbly boobs. She saw you wiping yourself with the pillow. She looked away. You nasty motherfucker. I feel like breaking the code and grabbing you by the back of your fucking neck and slamming your face into it.

Anywho, Stacy wants conversation. While running a fingertip under her lower eyelid, she begins by bragging about her latest achievement. With white eyes, you nod with apathy. She discerns that. Changing the topic, she says, “Like, oh my god, right? If the environment is in danger because of vehicles, what about the aircraft and rockets constantly polluting the sky?”

Ugh, this, too, doesn’t arouse you. Instead, you panhandle her for sympathy, “So my dad would beat mom’s face into the floor during the holidays because he was a fucking asshole. On the contrary, everyone in my family is a bunch of assholes.”

Ouchie-mouchie, what a mood killer! You took a relationship-building opportunity and smeared your shit all over it. And to be honest, I’m about to break a rule and grab you by your fucking hair and drag you to the window and push you out of it.

Fuck it.

Big Jim manifests in their realm. Stacy yelps and falls off the bed. He runs to the instigator and grabs him by his fucking hair and drags him to the window. While frantically crying, Stacy jumped over the bed and smashed into the floor. Busting the window out with his head, Stacy gets to her feet and runs out of the room. He shoves his hand and wrist into the feller’s ass and heaves him through the window.

Look what you just did, you selfish prick. You ruined Stacy’s life. No one will ever believe a naked man with a horse cock manifested from thin air and tossed her first date out of the window. She will get blamed for that. I feel so sorry for you.

Asshole!

Using your recently departed doppelganger from a parallel universe as an example of an evident conclusion, wanting to fuck Stacy with your pessimistic ORG irritability, you are truly the criterion of an arrogant, delusional fuck.

Neither facelifting, looksmaxxing, nor strength training will fix the dick inside you. Changing your view of people and embracing this world of wonders would be the first step. The next is not to target a certain face or body for copulation. Stacy will always notice. But if you continue your facsimile’s self-manufactured intelligence, I hope you never, ever, put your dick into anything that doesn’t have one.

wtf did i just read

 

[deformed subhuman]

but yeah nice thread i guess

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

wtf did i just read

A twist.

but yeah nice thread i guess

It was a masterpiece. Thanks.

 

[BR32]

Good read

 

[Bryce]

Poetic

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Good read

The message in the narrative is a reminder of common sense. Like the shape sorter motor skills test. You can't fit a cube into the circular hole. And a larger sphere won't fit either. And thus, two of the same persona, but one having a larger ego. Those relationships never end well.

Surgeon stalked ex-wife weeks before killing her and new spouse

Michael McKee, 39, who faces aggravated murder charges in the deaths of his ex-wife and her new spouse, was allegedly cited near the couple's home weeks before they were murdered.

www.dailymail.co.uk

A positive and a negative work. But the two must have common interests or backgrounds. Hollywood teases people with their Cinderella fantasies. A poor person hooks up with a rich person, and they live happily ever after. Never will happen. But a sad ending usually does.

 

[BR32]

The message in the narrative is a reminder of common sense. Like the shape sorter motor skills test. You can't fit a cube into the circular hole. And a larger sphere won't fit either. And thus, two of the same persona, but one having a larger ego. Those relationships never end well.

Surgeon stalked ex-wife weeks before killing her and new spouse

Michael McKee, 39, who faces aggravated murder charges in the deaths of his ex-wife and her new spouse, was allegedly cited near the couple's home weeks before they were murdered.

www.dailymail.co.uk

A positive and a negative work. But the two must have common interests or backgrounds. Hollywood teases people with their Cinderella fantasies. A poor person hooks up with a rich person, and they live happily ever after. Never will happen. But a sad ending usually does.

Thats why I hate teen movies

They sell the idea of meritocracy, youth, and young love

LTN gets with Stacy because he won the football game

 

[Aox Ofwar]

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You have sex with Stacy.

That was awesome watching her admire you as you rock into her from behind. Ugh, you put your back into that. Good job!

She seemed to have also enjoyed it. But something about her pleasant persona versus the opposite with you unsettles my stomach. Stroodle, it is. Back in time in another universe I go!

Sip-sip-sip

Flip, flip, flip… stop.

Stacy is from an educated environment. Most of her family is successful and optimistic. The worst that had happened to her was after class in 8th grade. Mister Hunter, the male substitute teacher, slipped his phone number into her homework notebook. She later brought it to her dad, and he got fired. But the rest of her life is peachy and spotless.

Changing locations – flip, flip, flip… stop.

You live in the slums. Most of your family are negative assholes. They use nasty words and wish bodily harm on each other. Your dad is abusive, and your mom is always drunk. Your sister constantly whines about sexual abuse, ugh, she gave me a fucking headache. And your dog never moves much because of this depressing hoarder’s den. Even the fish in your cloudy aquarium stays hidden out of view.

Sip-sip-sip… Back to the present universe.

While smiling, she brings the bedsheet over her wobbly boobs. She saw you wiping yourself with the pillow. She looked away. You nasty motherfucker. I feel like breaking the code and grabbing you by the back of your fucking neck and slamming your face into it.

Anywho, Stacy wants conversation. While running a fingertip under her lower eyelid, she begins by bragging about her latest achievement. With white eyes, you nod with apathy. She discerns that. Changing the topic, she says, “Like, oh my god, right? If the environment is in danger because of vehicles, what about the aircraft and rockets constantly polluting the sky?”

Ugh, this, too, doesn’t arouse you. Instead, you panhandle her for sympathy, “So my dad would beat mom’s face into the floor during the holidays because he was a fucking asshole. On the contrary, everyone in my family is a bunch of assholes.”

Ouchie-mouchie, what a mood killer! You took a relationship-building opportunity and smeared your shit all over it. And to be honest, I’m about to break a rule and grab you by your fucking hair and drag you to the window and push you out of it.

Fuck it.

Big Jim manifests in their realm. Stacy yelps and falls off the bed. He runs to the instigator and grabs him by his fucking hair and drags him to the window. While frantically crying, Stacy jumped over the bed and smashed into the floor. Busting the window out with his head, Stacy gets to her feet and runs out of the room. He shoves his hand and wrist into the feller’s ass and heaves him through the window.

Look what you just did, you selfish prick. You ruined Stacy’s life. No one will ever believe a naked man with a horse cock manifested from thin air and tossed her first date out of the window. She will get blamed for that. I feel so sorry for you.

Asshole!

Using your recently departed doppelganger from a parallel universe as an example of an evident conclusion, wanting to fuck Stacy with your pessimistic ORG irritability, you are truly the criterion of an arrogant, delusional fuck.

Neither facelifting, looksmaxxing, nor strength training will fix the dick inside you. Changing your view of people and embracing this world of wonders would be the first step. The next is not to target a certain face or body for copulation. Stacy will always notice. But if you continue your facsimile’s self-manufactured intelligence, I hope you never, ever, put your dick into anything that doesn’t have one.

Beautiful

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Thats why I hate teen movies

They sell the idea of meritocracy, youth, and young love

LTN gets with Stacy because he won the football game

Rudy. In reality, he gets fucked in his ass by a tranny, who he thought was a cheerleader from the other school.

 

[ultimate]

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You have sex with Stacy.

That was awesome watching her admire you as you rock into her from behind. Ugh, you put your back into that. Good job!

She seemed to have also enjoyed it. But something about her pleasant persona versus the opposite with you unsettles my stomach. Stroodle, it is. Back in time in another universe I go!

Sip-sip-sip

Flip, flip, flip… stop.

Stacy is from an educated environment. Most of her family is successful and optimistic. The worst that had happened to her was after class in 8th grade. Mister Hunter, the male substitute teacher, slipped his phone number into her homework notebook. She later brought it to her dad, and he got fired. But the rest of her life is peachy and spotless.

Changing locations – flip, flip, flip… stop.

You live in the slums. Most of your family are negative assholes. They use nasty words and wish bodily harm on each other. Your dad is abusive, and your mom is always drunk. Your sister constantly whines about sexual abuse, ugh, she gave me a fucking headache. And your dog never moves much because of this depressing hoarder’s den. Even the fish in your cloudy aquarium stays hidden out of view.

Sip-sip-sip… Back to the present universe.

While smiling, she brings the bedsheet over her wobbly boobs. She saw you wiping yourself with the pillow. She looked away. You nasty motherfucker. I feel like breaking the code and grabbing you by the back of your fucking neck and slamming your face into it.

Anywho, Stacy wants conversation. While running a fingertip under her lower eyelid, she begins by bragging about her latest achievement. With white eyes, you nod with apathy. She discerns that. Changing the topic, she says, “Like, oh my god, right? If the environment is in danger because of vehicles, what about the aircraft and rockets constantly polluting the sky?”

Ugh, this, too, doesn’t arouse you. Instead, you panhandle her for sympathy, “So my dad would beat mom’s face into the floor during the holidays because he was a fucking asshole. On the contrary, everyone in my family is a bunch of assholes.”

Ouchie-mouchie, what a mood killer! You took a relationship-building opportunity and smeared your shit all over it. And to be honest, I’m about to break a rule and grab you by your fucking hair and drag you to the window and push you out of it.

Fuck it.

Big Jim manifests in their realm. Stacy yelps and falls off the bed. He runs to the instigator and grabs him by his fucking hair and drags him to the window. While frantically crying, Stacy jumped over the bed and smashed into the floor. Busting the window out with his head, Stacy gets to her feet and runs out of the room. He shoves his hand and wrist into the feller’s ass and heaves him through the window.

Look what you just did, you selfish prick. You ruined Stacy’s life. No one will ever believe a naked man with a horse cock manifested from thin air and tossed her first date out of the window. She will get blamed for that. I feel so sorry for you.

Asshole!

Using your recently departed doppelganger from a parallel universe as an example of an evident conclusion, wanting to fuck Stacy with your pessimistic ORG irritability, you are truly the criterion of an arrogant, delusional fuck.

Neither facelifting, looksmaxxing, nor strength training will fix the dick inside you. Changing your view of people and embracing this world of wonders would be the first step. The next is not to target a certain face or body for copulation. Stacy will always notice. But if you continue your facsimile’s self-manufactured intelligence, I hope you never, ever, put your dick into anything that doesn’t have one.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

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[Gooningdemo23]

Had a nice laugh, nice story

 

[rawr]

dnr

 

[negativ_canthalshit]

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You have sex with Stacy.

That was awesome watching her admire you as you rock into her from behind. Ugh, you put your back into that. Good job!

She seemed to have also enjoyed it. But something about her pleasant persona versus the opposite with you unsettles my stomach. Stroodle, it is. Back in time in another universe I go!

Sip-sip-sip

Flip, flip, flip… stop.

Stacy is from an educated environment. Most of her family is successful and optimistic. The worst that had happened to her was after class in 8th grade. Mister Hunter, the male substitute teacher, slipped his phone number into her homework notebook. She later brought it to her dad, and he got fired. But the rest of her life is peachy and spotless.

Changing locations – flip, flip, flip… stop.

You live in the slums. Most of your family are negative assholes. They use nasty words and wish bodily harm on each other. Your dad is abusive, and your mom is always drunk. Your sister constantly whines about sexual abuse, ugh, she gave me a fucking headache. And your dog never moves much because of this depressing hoarder’s den. Even the fish in your cloudy aquarium stays hidden out of view.

Sip-sip-sip… Back to the present universe.

While smiling, she brings the bedsheet over her wobbly boobs. She saw you wiping yourself with the pillow. She looked away. You nasty motherfucker. I feel like breaking the code and grabbing you by the back of your fucking neck and slamming your face into it.

Anywho, Stacy wants conversation. While running a fingertip under her lower eyelid, she begins by bragging about her latest achievement. With white eyes, you nod with apathy. She discerns that. Changing the topic, she says, “Like, oh my god, right? If the environment is in danger because of vehicles, what about the aircraft and rockets constantly polluting the sky?”

Ugh, this, too, doesn’t arouse you. Instead, you panhandle her for sympathy, “So my dad would beat mom’s face into the floor during the holidays because he was a fucking asshole. On the contrary, everyone in my family is a bunch of assholes.”

Ouchie-mouchie, what a mood killer! You took a relationship-building opportunity and smeared your shit all over it. And to be honest, I’m about to break a rule and grab you by your fucking hair and drag you to the window and push you out of it.

Fuck it.

Big Jim manifests in their realm. Stacy yelps and falls off the bed. He runs to the instigator and grabs him by his fucking hair and drags him to the window. While frantically crying, Stacy jumped over the bed and smashed into the floor. Busting the window out with his head, Stacy gets to her feet and runs out of the room. He shoves his hand and wrist into the feller’s ass and heaves him through the window.

Look what you just did, you selfish prick. You ruined Stacy’s life. No one will ever believe a naked man with a horse cock manifested from thin air and tossed her first date out of the window. She will get blamed for that. I feel so sorry for you.

Asshole!

Using your recently departed doppelganger from a parallel universe as an example of an evident conclusion, wanting to fuck Stacy with your pessimistic ORG irritability, you are truly the criterion of an arrogant, delusional fuck.

Neither facelifting, looksmaxxing, nor strength training will fix the dick inside you. Changing your view of people and embracing this world of wonders would be the first step. The next is not to target a certain face or body for copulation. Stacy will always notice. But if you continue your facsimile’s self-manufactured intelligence, I hope you never, ever, put your dick into anything that doesn’t have one.

Amazing read holy shit

 

[ascendtocl122]

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Had a nice laugh, nice story

Thanks, buddy

Amazing read holy shit

This would make a good episode for Wet Mirror—a parody of the black one.

 

[ascendtocl122]

Thanks, buddy




This would make a good episode for Wet Mirror—a parody of the black one.

Why don’t we make a parody of YOU getting blacked by ME

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Why don’t we make a parody of YOU getting blacked by ME

That sounds as gay as @Nectar

 

[ascendtocl122]

That sounds as gay as @Nectar

nigga had to tag his boy to ward off the faggotry how homophobic are u niggas. if I was gay I would bomb this forum

 

[Nectar]

That sounds as gay as @Nectar

Shut the fuck up faggot I am the one who cleans up the site from faggotary use your peanut brain

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

if I was gay I would bomb this forum

Ugh, that's like saying that in a gay bar.

Shut the fuck up faggot I am the one who cleans up the site from faggotary use your peanut brain