it literally sounds like an exotic eurpean mens cologne, like the ones in black and white and a skinny guy with his shirt flowing off his body is trying to embrace a girl who must be blind cuz she's kind of looking at an awkward up angle exposing her neck and then the screen goes black and the name of the cologne is whispered by the chick and it sounds like sweet sweet "Exactatine"
I'll give Bob half cred since he challenged my use of extortion and was right and now I am .00001% a better man overall for his influence ty Bob
I am slightly confused now because I wrote Exactatine initially but somewhere also wrote Exactitine and I can't make my mind up and it's cold and there are wolves after me.
help?
Nevermind, Exactatine it must be, I have been delived Divine Inspiration and it shall be so.
sorry ape...your financial situation tends to come across as precarious. was gonna send you pre- paid visa card to get some groceries. but given the fact you're now fat, it sounds like you are doing fine in the food department.
i'm scared to quit meth because i know i'll just balloon right up and i'll have to buy all new pants
I wish I knew where you got meth from. The poison the government is selling these days makes no one skinny. I think this is because with so many millions addicted, it is bad for business for so many skinny people to be walking around prompting suspicion. Kinda abstract theory but it fits.
Something like 6% of the adult population of Thailand have smoked substitute 'meth' (street poison) in the last calendar year. It's out of control.
*chortle*
That's how they control humans. They spin yall out of control. Then they turn you against each other, make you heap misery onto yourselves doing things as demented as - and I cannot make this retardation up - despising girls who want to sleep around.
Gasp! Who would do such a demented thing? If girls are ridiculed for being sluts, they might turn into nauseating freaks of feigned purity. They might start pretending that they don't like sex in order to gain your demented respect.
I mean, theoretically.
Idiots.
It's your destiny to suffer this way. You literally demand to be made to suffer. You can't respect anyone who isn't abusing you.
None of this about girls or sex. What I'm writing about is the product of Toddler demands / delusional entitlement / spoiled human minds. Look at the ruination above. I'm talking about the most important issue that has ever existed and it's about control. You're probably just too dumb to connect the dots.
This is more important and more relevant than any subject in the world. This is why humans are miserable and I'm still not talking about sex or girls.
The deficit, guns, abortion, military spending, small government / big government, property rights, hereditary rights, racism, nepotism, corruption, the environment, nuclear arms; nothing is more important than what I'm talking about because not a single one of those issues isn't a direct result of the stupidity I'm ridiculing.
Every problem in the world is a direct product of your insane conditioning to imagine that girls who are "easy" should be despised because they don't make you suffer. Wherever did you get such a Self-defeating insane idea into your tiny little excuse for a mind?
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I was in love with a girl once a decade ago. I paid for everything, Christ I was just thrilled she was talking to me let alone sleeping with me. I'm not sure I ever even thought anything of it until she was at an ATM one day and I was keeping her entertained when I noticed she didn't want me seeing the screen as she transacted. Instinctively, I responded without her noticing I noticed and then I snatched at her receipt before she could secrete it in her Private purse full of personal items I had no interest in.
She was loaded. I mean, ridiculously wealthy. She had so much money, I was just playing but the disparity was so insane. I was destitute compared to her. Why was I paying for everything? I asked her and she shrugged. Guys paid. That's how things were. She wasn't interested in discussing it further. I'd have died for her or something insane prior to then. After that, everything became transactional.
My future wife believed she was entitled to be a whore. This shook me a little, primarily on account of the sheer unnecessary insanity of her certainty. I couldn't bear to dump her but I couldn't trust her either. It wasn't long before I outwitted her and accessed her private purse. I found nothing interesting really, except for a phone 'protected' by a password. I'm not sure if I'd do anything differently a second time around but for a few years, I really hated myself for deciding I needed to see inside that phone. My girlfriend did love me, as it turned out; but then I don't really think she did until that day. The day I had to dump her because she was crazy about a guy who just insulted her constantly, treated her like dirt, seemingly thought nothing of her (if you were a fool, you'd be fooled) and treated sex with her as if he was doing her a favour; i.e. only if he was especially bored. He was running transparent game but if she realised, she wasn't showing any sign of awareness. She was being hopelessly played.
The dismissive disregard (nearing contempt) for me burned off the tiny screen. He didn't think much of me because I thought very highly of her; and he took pains to clarify his sneering and she concurred.
She couldn't respect me because I loved and worshipped her. I was not inflicting any pain. I was an open book of transparent adoration and probably mildly sickening, in reality. I was guilty of doing nearly all of the 45 things girls assert that they want in the list above. I was hopelessly into her. She was never going to be into that. She was into this random guy who blanked her constantly when she'd send him a stream of largely unanswered texts whenever I was away...or asleep. She was into suffering.
I broke up with her and it destroyed me. Not breaking up with her so much as the texts I started getting after I'd let her go. I think I knew they'd come or at least, I wasn't surprised when they did. I recognised the needy tone. I'd seen those needy texts before.
It's not that humans want to suffer; obviously. They just can't respect the victims of their campaigns of deceit. Girls will demand you be who they will despise. This is insane. It doesn't need to make sense; guys despise girls who don't make them suffer. You're all insane. That anyone would imagine otherwise is hilarious, in some not remotely amusing way. I did not come to these conclusions lightly. This is the horrifying dark truth about our abusive conditioning. We are conditioned to despise those who embrace us and yearn for those who reject us; or in other words:
Treat Them Mean, Keep Them Keen.
That's the Human Condition. We're conditioned to demand to be abused but it's merely Toddler mothers running game on their children. As a result, we won't stand for decency. We simply cannot take honest people seriously. They're just too sane. We'll hold anyone nice to us in contempt. You will abuse and deceive us...or else.
I've never really recovered from the trauma of that realisation. I spent a decade furiously trying to deny it.
Any girl who imagines her company is a privilege worth paying for will only ever be good for one thing, and one thing only. It's not guaranteed, of course. But it is a guarantee that no girl who imagines she should be paid for because she's a girl is ever going to be valued for her personality or her mind.
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If you don't understand the importance of all of this, it is not remotely ironic. Your mother wanted others to pay for her. The result is your unserviceable mind. I cannot make it simpler than this, I don't think.
There's only one thing left for you if you refuse to value what is real, natural, sane and true.
Because sterilisation would be 'inhumane'. This is what those with an interest in breeding misery would claim.
Slaves will always breed slaves of Their Own.
They literally need to. What else would validate their worthless existences? Their lives of misery and empty deceit. Their suffering and their agony and their pain.
It can't all be worthless! It can't be all for nothing!
In wanting a worthless life to mean something, humans do the dumbest thing imaginable. They piss their miserable insanity into the future, imagining they can live vicariously through Their Own little version of fail. Of course they have to lie to them!
The lies are for the children's sake. Your children need your lies. It's not you, it's never you. It's your victims who are to blame.
Your insanity is nauseating. If I had the power to do so, I would terminate the existences of all of you. You don't even want to be sane.
Make me the happiest boy in the world Joel. Marry me and make me Ms. Robuchon. <3
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the fact harold here even tolerates this nonsense while allegedly being sober is one of the worlds biggest mysteries, i need to be fall down drunk before i post here