I have a date this weekend and I have never kissed a girl. Anyways I asked my sister nicely if shed let me practice french kissing with her. She slapped me and locked herself in her room. I screamed that she was the only girl I could practice with and she was being selfish. She got scared and called the cops. Plus she told her boyfriend and he wants to kick my ass. WTF is wrong with my sister. I hate her so much

Something some of y'all don't realize is that one of today's most popular internet viral kinks known as ball busting (or what is commonly referred to as Tamakeri (玉蹴り) or nut kicking) actually has many layers to it. While most of you are focused primarily in ejaculation, ball busting at a moderate level where it does not knock you out causes the body to release an abnormal amount of adrenalin and endorphins to cancel out the pain. This essentially makes you a little high. A similar state is achieved by marathon runners after several hours known as the "runners high" but you can skip the exercise portion of achieving this state, and go directly to the pain/pleasure portion of the activity. In-fact, if you are erect at the time of being kicked in the balls, it can even make you more aroused. This is a moderate level of BDSM and should not be overlooked if you've grown tired of vanilla. Follow me for more ball busting BDSM information.

Minha professora disse para mim, eu sou um fracassado, que nunca vou ser nada. Eu zombei dele. Chocado, meu professor perguntou o que é tão engraçado, meu futuro está na linha. "Bem ... você vê professor" Eu digo enquanto a professora se prepara para rir da minha resposta, "Eu assisto Rick e Morty". A classe está chocada, eles simplesmente observam fezes como a teoria do big bang para fingir inteligência, não agarrando o humor. "... como? Não consigo entender sua pura nitidez e sutileza". "Bem, você vê ... WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB!" Um estudante de linha ri nas costas, eu viro para ver quem é esse gênio. Não é ninguém nem menos que Albert Einstein.

Big Rigs: Over the Road Racing is the 2nd greatest game of all time, behind ET. It really is the pinnacle of human engineering. The roster of trucks may be small, but the developers chose to go with quality over quantity. It is the best racing experience because no matter what, "You're winner." If you play this, you never lose, literally and spiritually. I was bullied in school, and had barely any friends, but this game kept my spirits up. It let me know that I could be winner at something, even if the popular kids said otherwise. The only excuse to complain about it is that your PC isn't strong enough to run it. You need a supercomputer about as strong as the human brain to get this to run at 60fps. The graphics were way ahead of its time and are much better to look at than anything released today. Its glitches were so good that Bethesda decided to take inspiration, and we got Fallout and Skyrim out of it. The fact that it can compete with ET and Superman 64 speaks volumes. GOTY 2003

escreve beta spirit, irmão. você, você tá na minha live, com a minha mina, eu ensinando sedução, velho, e você me chama de betas? irmão, você compreende o quão perdido você está, velho? você tá comentando num chat que eu sou corno, que eu sou bluepill, irmão, olha o que você tá fazendo, provavelmente na casa dos pais ainda, irmão, eu pago essa parada aqui, mano, eu pago contas, tá ligado, velho? eu malho todos os dias, irmão, eu pratico a intenção só no namoro, eu ganho din, brother, e você aqui, falando de beta spirit? irmão, vai se fudê e tomar no seu cu, eu tô simplesmente PASMO, velho, com alguns caras que "se denominam inscritos" — eu não quero generalizar, porque tem um, velho, noventa e cinco por cento de vocês são fodas, então tipo, agregando valor nessa live, mas tem uns betas adolescentes e vocês estão completamente errados aqui, irmão, é tipo, impressionante.

Now, lets say, hypothetically, that somebody once told me that the world would proceed to roll me, and made the claim that I was not, the smartest tool in the shed. Which would lead us to look at the facts and see that she was looking kind of dumb, due to the fact that she had placed her finger and her thumb, in the shape of the letter L, located on her forehead.

This would mean that the years would start coming, and logically wont stop coming, that I was, hypothetically, fed to the rules, which would proceed with me hitting the ground running. Which didn’t make sense, to live for fun, in a way that your brain gets smart, yet your head gets dumb, seeing as there’s so much to do, and so much to see, so now I must pose the question, what is wrong with taking the backseat? This is due to the fact that you’ll never know if you don’t go, nor you will shine if you don’t glow.