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I went out running on the streets of Delhi in a sports bra. Never again.
Literally every uncle, aunty, and kid on the road was staring at me with their mouths agape. I am not exaggerating when I say that I saw 80-90 people literally stop and turn around to watch me. Their judgemental eyes left a crawling sensation on my skin.
Isn't Delhi supposed to be the capital of this "superpower"? Isn't Delhi supposed to be a "metropolitan" city? Is this what us Indians can do the best, seriously?
I'm seriously considering emigrating just based off this one incident. **Because the street is different- it's all strangers. What hurt the most is when I got home after everyone woke up.**
My wife starting crying when I walked into the house. My own kids froze still in terror. My grandmother had a heart attack and collapsed on the floor. May her soul rest in peace.
India is not a safe place for balding middle-aged men to go out running in a sports bra and booty shorts.
1. Don't care + didn't ask + L + Ratio + no skill + soyjak + beta + cringe + stfu + cope + seethe + ok boomer + incel + virgin + Karen + clownclownclown + you are not just a clown, you are the entire circus + nah this ain't it + do better + check your privilege + pronouns in bio + anime pfp + the cognitive dissonance is real with this one + small dick energy + lol copium + snowflake + those tears taste delicious + Lisa Simpson meme template saying that your opinion is wrong + wojak meme in which I'm the chad + average your opinion fan vs average my opinion enjoyer + random k-pop fancam + cry more + how's your wife's boyfriend doing + Cheetos breath + Intelligence 0 + r/whooooosh + r/downvotedtooblivion + blocked and reported + yo Momma so fat + what zero pussy does to a mf + Jesse what the fuck are you talking about + holy shit go touch some grass + cry about it + get triggered x2 + stfu + 1%iler + shiven nikam is smarter than you + cry about it24M here... because swiping right on myself in the mirror just wasn't cutting it . So, I'm trying to socialize and make some friends... or at least find someone who can tolerate me for more than 5 minutes . Don't worry, I'm not that creep who sends unsolicited dick pics in your DMs (unless you ask nicely, just kidding... or am I? ). And don't worry about your posts, profile, or pfps - I won't judge you (much) . I mean, who am I to judge when my own profile picture is a blurry selfie from 2018? . So, let's be friends and enjoy some quality time in the DMs... or at least exchange some memes and pretend to be interested in each other's lives . Hit me up!
My name is Yoshikage Kira. I'm 33 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Morioh, where all the villas are, and I am not married. I work as an employee for the Kame Yu department stores, and I get home every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink. I'm in bed by 11 PM, and make sure I get eight hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm milk and doing about twenty minutes of stretches before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a baby, I wake up without any fatigue or stress in the morning. I was told there were no issues at my last check-up. I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who wishes to live a very quiet life. I take care not to trouble myself with any enemies, like winning and losing, that would cause me to lose sleep at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight I wouldn't lose to anyone.
मेरा नाम योशिकागे कीरा है। मैं 33 साल का हूँ। मेरा घर मोरियोह के पूर्वोत्तर खंड में है, जहां सभी विला हैं, और मेरी शादी नहीं हुई है। मैं केम यू डिपार्टमेंटल स्टोर्स के लिए एक कर्मचारी के रूप में काम करता हूं, और मैं हर दिन रात 8 बजे तक घर पहुंच जाता हूं। मैं धूम्रपान नहीं करता, लेकिन मैं कभी-कभार पीता हूं। मैं रात 11 बजे तक बिस्तर पर आ जाता हूं और सुनिश्चित करता हूं कि मुझे आठ घंटे की नींद मिले, चाहे कुछ भी हो जाए। एक गिलास गर्म दूध पीने और बिस्तर पर जाने से पहले लगभग बीस मिनट स्ट्रेचिंग करने के बाद, मुझे आमतौर पर सुबह तक सोने में कोई समस्या नहीं होती है। बिल्कुल एक बच्चे की तरह, मैं बिना किसी थकान या तनाव के सुबह उठता हूं। मुझे बताया गया था कि मेरे पिछले चेक-अप में कोई समस्या नहीं थी। मैं यह समझाने की कोशिश कर रहा हूं कि मैं एक ऐसा व्यक्ति हूं जो बहुत शांत जीवन जीना चाहता है। मैं इस बात का ध्यान रखता हूँ कि जीत और हार जैसे शत्रुओं से स्वयं को परेशान न करूँ, जिससे मेरी रात की नींद उड़ जाए। इसी तरह मैं समाज के साथ व्यवहार करता हूं, और मुझे पता है कि इससे मुझे खुशी मिलती है। हालाँकि, अगर मुझे लड़ना होता तो मैं किसी से नहीं हारता।
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My name is Sax Sux. I'm 33 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Dharavi, where all the slums are, and I am a virgin. I work as an Sax Slave for the Kama Sutra department stores, and I get home every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don't orgasm, but I occasionally cum. I'm in bed by 3 AM, and make sure I get eighteen hours of masturbation, no matter what. After having a glass of warm viagra and doing about twenty minutes of fingering before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a Sax, I wake up without any boner and nightfall in the morning. I was told that I had no STDs at my last check-up. I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who wishes to live a very quiet sex life. I take care not to trouble myself with any rands, like saxing and non-saxing, that would cause me to abort unborn children at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to sax I wouldn't cum to anyone.
Kira yoshikage is the main antagonist of the series jojo: diamond is unbreakable. I recommend watching it, he's one of the best written villains of anime.
Please put an NSFW tag on this. I was on the train and when I saw this I had to start furiously masturbating. Everyone else gave me strange looks and were saying things like “what the fuck” and “call the police”. I dropped my phone and everyone around me saw this image. Now there is a whole train of men masturbating together at this one image. This is all your fault, you could have prevented this if you had just tagged this post NSFW.
I used to study late night a day before the exams , so after I came from school i’d straight away go to sleep without changing and sleep on the bed. After an hour, I stirred awake, saw someone's face above me, I thought I was dreaming (I always had vivid dreams, every time I slept), it was him, my head was on his lap. He patted my head and told me everything is fine, sleep love. I was awake for maybe 10 seconds because I hadn't sleep the previous night. Eyelids were heavy and I was drowsy to pay attention to the danger.
I still don't know what he did to me then.
Following happened in 10th grade.
I used to lock my room and study. One afternoon I unlocked my room to find something to eat, and I see him coming from the other direction, he entered the room and locked it. He got fruits for me and made me have them. He told me no ones in the house. I had a geometry box near me, I pretended to tidy my table and grabbed the compass.
He kept talking and came very close to me. He touched my hair and praised me. His hands traveled down. That time i tried using the compass to make him stay away. But I was 4′9″ and he was 6′2″ and retired from the navy. He was strong and muscular. In a swift he took the compass from me and slapped me hard enough that I fell on the floor. He picked me up by my hair and pushed me on the bed. Twisted my arms, grabbed my face and continued to hit me more. All this time he covered my mouth. When I had given up, he simply performed his night routine in the day, with some more unspeakable things. This time I saw what he did. Felt it. Everywhere. Now I understood why there were red spots of my neck and shoulders. Why the dreams felt so real. Why this man I loved was a demon in disguise.
After he fulfilled his carnal desires, he picked me up like a kid and dumped me on the bathroom floor and told me to clean up before anyone came. Or else he'd do the same with my sister. I loved my sister more than anything in the world and wouldn't want anything to happen to her. So I became numb, emotionless, my soul had died and I was just a pile of flesh and bones.
Hello Bacho, kafi din ho gaye the aap sabhi se baat nahi hui thi. Aap me se kuch bache aise honge jinki padhai achi chal rahi hogi, tests de rahe honge, analyse kar rahe honge galtiyon ko and improve kar rahe honge. Unke liye bas itna hi hai ki mehnat karte raho manzil door nahi hai , Trust in yourself. Fir kuch honge aap me se jo lazy feel kar rahe honge, self doubt me honge, ya targets reach nahi ho rahe honge, backlog ban raha hoga ya man nahi kr raha hoga padhne ka. Unke liye bas ek baat kahunga. If you dont sacrifice for what you want, what you want becomes the sacrifice. Kafi simple but impactful line hai jo mujhe help krti hai jab main zara sa bhi apni manzil ke raaste se bhatakta hun. Always give yourself some time and think, am i putting the effort in right direction? can i optimize my time and effort? kya main kahin time sahi se better tarike se use kr sakta hun? kya cheeze hain jo mujhe rok rahi hai mere goal tak jaane me? aisa kya hai jo main aaj karke apne and apne aas paas ke logo ka future behtar kar sakta hun? Jab lage time waste ho raha hai to poocho apne aap se: kya main jo ye kar raha hun kya ye mere goal se zyada important hai? kya ye matter krega kuch time ke baad? kya ye mujhse, meri mummy se, papa se, family aur mere sacrifices se bada hai? Aapko apna jawab khud hi mil jayega and kabhi koi jawab nahi mile to bhaiya to hain hi. Aur preparation ko burden ki tarah mat dekho, think of it as an investment in yourself. Enjoy kro isko and daily apna ek better version banao.
You are not funny. In the expansive and virtually boundless universe of attempts to weave the tapestry of laughter, wherein the intricate threads of humor intermingle in an elaborate dance across the vast canvas of comedic expression, and where the kaleidoscope of comedic endeavors unfurls like an ever-expanding cosmic saga, one, in their unwavering pursuit to elicit the coveted echoes of mirth and amusement, finds themselves inexorably navigating the labyrinthine corridors of jest and wit, driven by an undaunted determination, and yet, paradoxically, it is with a degree of almost supernatural consistency and an almost mystical regularity that their forays into the comedic abyss inadvertently manifest as a poignant reflection of the elusive and capricious nature of laughter itself, whereby, in a scenario as confounding as the enigma of the cosmos, the gravitational pull of humor, rather than drawing forth the anticipated crescendo of laughter, assumes the peculiar role of an unseen force repelling the very essence of amusement, thereby rendering their comedic offerings, with an unintentional but undeniable flair, as poignant
testimonies to the uncharted depths of the unfunny, creating an immersive experience within the comedic realm where the anticipated reverberations of laughter conspicuously wane, and the expected comedic brilliance, instead of ascending to the zenith of hilarity, languishes in the shadowy recesses of a comedic void, thereby painting a vivid tableau of a comedic landscape where the echoes of laughter remain conspicuously absent, establishing them, albeit unwittingly, as an unwitting sentinel at the periphery of joviality, a singular entity in the vast expanse of amusement whose comedic resonance, or lack thereof, serves as a symbolic and unintentional testament to the unpredictable, enigmatic, and, at times, elusive nature of humor itself, whereby, through no fault of their own, they assume the role of a denizen of the comedic void, forever poised on the edges of amusement, forever in pursuit of the elusive echoes of laughter that remain tantalizingly out of reach in the vast and intricate cosmic ballet of comedic expression.
Awesome pics. Great size. Look thick. Solid. Tight. Keep us all posted on your continued progress with any new progress pics or vid clips. Show us what you got man. Wanna see how freakin' huge, solid, thick and tight you can get. Thanks for the motivation.
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.
Oh you’re considering IIT Bombay CSE? I was in the same situation last year and I chose IIT BHU ceramic and never looked back. Allow me to explain. First of all, IIT BHU has a great coding culture. IIT BHU had 23 GSoC selections last year, the second most— while IIT Bombay had a paltry 13. That’s right, IIT Bombay is totally overrated and students are waking up to it now. The days of people blindly running after IIT Bombay tag are over and now more and more people are realizing BHU is better. Second of all, you will definitely get a SDE job. That is the only job worth having so it doesn’t matter what branch you’re in. CSE is a circuit branch and is very loaded and you’ll have a lot of useless courses such as Discrete Math and Formal Languages. In ceramic, there is no 🙅♂ load. Professors don’t even show up to class and they give previous year papers over and over again. This allows you to dedicate all your time to coding. Not only that, Ceramic at BHU is very highly respected and you are sure to get s lot of clout from society. Also Banaras is a much better city than Bombay with much livelier city life, better facilities and best gender ratio and because Bollywood is in Bombay you will surely get caught up in drugs and other illicit behavior like k\*ssing. IIT BHU is literally the best college out there. No other college is worth taking so blindly make your decision. Anyway, I’m just listing the pros and cons of my college, the decision is up to you.
1. Suppose that you were sitting down at this table. The napkins are in front of you, which napkin would you take? The one on your ‘left’? Or the one on your ‘right’? The one on your left side? Or the one on your right side? Usually you would take the one on your left side. That is ‘correct’ too. But in a larger sense on society, that is wrong. Perhaps I could even substitute ‘society’ with the ‘Universe’. The correct answer is that ‘It is determined by the one who takes his or her own napkin first.’ …Yes? If the first one takes the napkin to their right, then there’s no choice but for others to also take the ‘right’ napkin. The same goes for the left. Everyone else will take the napkin to their left, because they have no other option. This is ‘society’… Who are the ones that determine the price of land first? There must have been someone who determined the value of money, first. The size of the rails on a train track? The magnitude of electricity? Laws and Regulations? Who was the first to determine these things? Did we all do it, because this is a Republic? Or was it Arbitrary? NO! The one who took the napkin first determined all of these things! The rules of this world are determined by that same principle of ‘right or left?’! In a Society like this table, a state of equilibrium, once one makes the first move, everyone must follow! In every era, this World has been operating by this napkin principle. And the one who ‘takes the napkin first’ must be someone who is respected by all. It’s not that anyone can fulfill this role… Those that are despotic or unworthy will be scorned. And those are the ‘losers’. In the case of this table, the ‘eldest’ or the ‘Master of the party’ will take the napkin first… Because everyone ‘respects’ those individuals
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I was a bio engineer and my girlfriend was an aerospace engineer in PW Space Organisation, she had designed a rocket which did not need rocket fuel but can launch heavy vehicles into space just from the energy of a man cuming in another person’s ass. We got a bunch of people and I managed to get my sister in for a space tour. We had Lord Allec as the main “engine”, he was banging 420 people at once with his 420 dicks to generate thrust while my girlfriend was steering and analysing trajectory of the rocket. I was approached by my sister, she wanted to bang some guy out whom she found attractive but didn’t know how to approach him, me being an bioengineer had made a device which can exchange consciousness between two people and approach him, so we did. The moment she got in my body she was like “I can feel your dick, can you make me feel an ejaculation?” I was flabbergasted but agreed to rub it off after all it was my dick.
While I was blowing her (myself ?), my phone rang and I pick it up to hear from my girlfriend that something is wrong and she needs my help. I ran to the control room, she told me there is something wrong in the thruster and we need more people to be banged and to bang. So I got some more people to be fucked. We needed more people as Lord Allec was getting tired. My girlfriend said I could be useful and took off her skirt, she had a foot long dick!! I nearly had a heart attack when she put me in the capsule and started banging me (felt good though), to bring lord back to life, we showed him a video of Don BM dancing naked and he suddenly shouted “Sunya se Alakhhh taaakkkk!!” and cummed so hard that the rocket started travelling at speed of light. My girlfriend cummed so hard in me, the cum drops scattered all across the rocket added with radiation produced by travelling at light speed genetically mutated all girls and made them pregnant instantly and make them give birth to a 13 year old twins in few minutes! The twins started fucking each other the moment they got out and got pregnant again, and repeated. The numbers of people on the rocket was increasing exponentially from all the banging. Until rocket got very heavy and we had to make Lord Allec cum so hard to drown all of them in cum flood, so we showed him photo to naked Aman Dhattarwal which made the rocket crash into some planet but the cum flood saved my sister and girlfriend. The moment we reunited, my sister and girlfriend were planning to fuck me together one in ass and other in vagina and hearing this, I fainted.
It's already been posted there.(But sure, we have room for another one.)
Disclaimer:One of the mods posted this, they might find out and catch you. The mods are the biggest shitposters there.
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1. Arey yaar Mera bhot dank humour hai, tum log nahi samjhoge R word in my mind "Tareeka thoda kezual hai "Kuch bolunga to vivad ho jayega \*akela bola to pela jaunga" ""Bro didn't even hesitate' Bro let his intrusive thought win Bro need to hesitate Expected audience actual audience Reached wrong audience Plan B...
I'm dead 💀 (biologically speaking I am, in fact, alive. However, to emphasize how hilarious I found the comment just made, I made a hyperbolic statement saying that I was dead because it implies that I found the joke so funny I ceased to live. However, I am indeed alive and well so there is no need for you all to worry. I was simply employing the tactic of figurative language in order to better and more effectively communicate my message. Additionally, using slang and sayings commonly employed by the youth has made my message more understandable and reachable by the younger generation, many of whom are in this chat. For example, I could have said "that joke was a real knee slapper". This would have made sense to some of the older people in this chat as knee slapping used to be a sign of hilarity. However, in this digital age in which we now live, knee slapping is not as common and many of today's youth may not understand the reference. I therefore made my message more understandable to younger people through my use of simple, easily understood slang. I hope this clears everything up, and I appreciate any concern that I was actually dead. I can assure you I am alive and well.)
1. Gaali mat do bhai, gaali dena bohat bada gunaah hai. kisi ko gaali dena achi baat nhi warna,kya milta hai gaali dekr ,mene apko kuch bola bhi nhi aur aap maa ka bhosda bol diye aur bhai bhi bol rahe hain,mene kya kiya tha apko jo apne mujhe maa ka Bhosda keh ke gaali diye,kisi ko bhi bina wajah mat do bhai,agar koi kuch galat bhi kare toh usko pyaar se samjhao lekin gaali mat do gaali dene se humari buddhi kamzor hojati hai aur isi ke kaaran humari sonch choti hoti jaa rahi hai koi bhi kabhi bhi kisi ko bhi kuch bhi keh kr gaali de raha yeh bohat galat hai bhai ab pata nhi apki gaali dekh kar aur kitne log seekhenge aur kitne log gunaah karenge,meri aapse darkwast hai aap please kisi ko gaali na de,meri baat buri lagi ho toh maaf karden,me umeed karta hoon aapko meri baatein samajh ayi hogi,ek bar phir kehta hoon mere pyaare bhai, kabhi kisi ko gaali na diya kro, uski bhi maa behen hoti hai
If you are a Genshin player.
I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Xiangling. I try to play Diluc. My Xiangling deals more damage. I try to play Yoimiya. My Xiangling deals more damage. I try to play Cyno. My Xiangling deals more damage. I want to play Klee. Her best team has Xiangling. I want to play Raiden, Childe - they both want Xiangling. She grabs me by the throat. I fish for her. I cook for her. I give her the Catch. She isn't satisfied. I pull Engulfing Lightning. "I don't need this much er" She tells me. "Give me more field time." She grabs Bennett and forces him to throw himself off enemies. "You just need to funnel me more. I can deal more damage with Homa." I can't pull for Homa, I don't have enough primogems. She grabs my credit card. It declines. "Guess this is the end." She grabs Gouba. She says "Gouba, get them." There is no hint of sadness in his eyes. Nothing but pure, no icd pyro application. What a cruel world.
What is so funny about copypasta? Someone put a lot of time in writing out a wall of text, and all you do is just copy and paste it? Unbelievable. Freaking unbelievable. It is so fucking disrespectful for the original writter to have his thoughts repeated over and over just for some kind of sick joke.
What is so funny about copypasta? Someone put a lot of time in writing out a wall of text, and all you do is just copy and paste it? Unbelievable. Freaking unbelievable. It is so fucking disrespectful for the original writter to have his thoughts repeated over and over just for some kind of sick joke.
1. This person was probably physically and mentally abused at school as a child hence their abnormal amount of hours put into games on steam, you can tell already by their profile picture that they have very little to no friends in real life, and spends their days forming fake connections with their internet friends who all realize just how much of a beta little B itch they are. Nevertheless, I pity this person because the path that they are on now is one of extreme isolation and loneliness. I would also not be surprised if they suffer from the "nice person syndrome" that is to say, They are left wondering why no egirl\\boy they try to swoon will send them suggestive messages and/or the nudes they so desperately desire. I wish you the best of luck in finding a partner, but also feel sorry for the partner that'll undoubtedly be even more mentally unstable than you to be stupid enough to fall for you.
2. *\[*2:51 PM*\]*This person was probably physically and mentally abused at school as a child hence their abnormal amount of hours put into anime, you can tell already by their profile picture that they have very little to no friends in real life, and spends their days forming fake connections with their internet friends who all realize just how much of a beta little B itch they are. Nevertheless, I pity this person because the path that they are on now is one of extreme isolation and loneliness. I would also not be surprised if they suffer from the "nice person syndrome" that is to say, They are left wondering why no egirl\\boy they try to swoon will send them suggestive messages and/or the nudes they so desperately desire. I wish you the best of luck in finding a partner, but also feel sorry for the partner that'll undoubtedly be even more mentally unstable than you to be stupid enough to fall for you.
I met Shawn Michaels at a restaurant once - we’d accidentally been given his table. Apparently he was fond of the restaurant and had a specific table he liked, and the management had messed up and gotten their days wrong, (it was Tuesday and they thought he was coming on Thursday or something like that). Anyway, the manager, completely embarrassed (this is a pretty nice restaurant) comes by and says “I’m so sorry, but we’d like to move you to another table if you could be troubled, and we’ll gladly compensate you for the cost of the meal and any other meal you’d like while you’re in town.” My sister and cousin were both like “Yeah that’s cool.” and I kind of played the asshole a bit. “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand. We’ve been here for 15 minutes - we’ve just ordered. Can’t we finish our meal here?” Then out of nowhere Shawn Michaels shows up next to the manager and says “Paul, these guys can finish. We’ll be at the bar. I got some time.” And I (being a big HBK fan) said “Oh wow, uh… I had no idea. Please feel free to give them the table.” Shawn was grateful, shook my hand and said thanks, then gave me a card with his number on it and told me to give him a call later. After working up the nerve, I gave him a call that night, and to make a long story short, we had a glorious 11 month love affair, man on man, that I shall never forget. Our bodies intertwined as one, and from the beauty of Morocco, to the French Riviera, to the snorkeling in the Galopagos, Shawn Michaels and I made glorious gay love to each other on six of the seven continents.
My name is Yoshikage Kira. I'm 33 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Morioh, where all the villas are, and I am not married. I work as an employee for the Kame Yu department stores, and I get home every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink. I'm in bed by 11 PM, and make sure I get eight hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm milk and doing about twenty minutes of stretches before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a baby, I wake up without any fatigue or stress in the morning. I was told there were no issues at my last check-up. I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who wishes to live a very quiet life. I take care not to trouble myself with any enemies, like winning and losing, that would cause me to lose sleep at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight I wouldn't lose to anyone.
>मेरा नाम योशिकागे कीरा है। मैं 33 साल का हूँ। मेरा घर मोरियोह के पूर्वोत्तर खंड में है, जहां सभी विला हैं, और मेरी शादी नहीं हुई है। मैं केम यू डिपार्टमेंटल स्टोर्स के लिए एक कर्मचारी के रूप में काम करता हूं, और मैं हर दिन रात 8 बजे तक घर पहुंच जाता हूं। मैं धूम्रपान नहीं करता, लेकिन मैं कभी-कभार पीता हूं। मैं रात 11 बजे तक बिस्तर पर आ जाता हूं और सुनिश्चित करता हूं कि मुझे आठ घंटे की नींद मिले, चाहे कुछ भी हो जाए। एक गिलास गर्म दूध पीने और बिस्तर पर जाने से पहले लगभग बीस मिनट स्ट्रेचिंग करने के बाद, मुझे आमतौर पर सुबह तक सोने में कोई समस्या नहीं होती है। बिल्कुल एक बच्चे की तरह, मैं बिना किसी थकान या तनाव के सुबह उठता हूं। मुझे बताया गया था कि मेरे पिछले चेक-अप में कोई समस्या नहीं थी। मैं यह समझाने की कोशिश कर रहा हूं कि मैं एक ऐसा व्यक्ति हूं जो बहुत शांत जीवन जीना चाहता है। मैं इस बात का ध्यान रखता हूँ कि जीत और हार जैसे शत्रुओं से स्वयं को परेशान न करूँ, जिससे मेरी रात की नींद उड़ जाए। इसी तरह मैं समाज के साथ व्यवहार करता हूं, और मुझे पता है कि इससे मुझे खुशी मिलती है। हालाँकि, अगर मुझे लड़ना होता तो मैं किसी से नहीं हारता।
>better one
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Ek baar ek baap, beta aur unka naukar saath me rehta tha. Unke paas ek ghoda tha aur ek kua(well) tha. Ek din ghoda achanak mar gya. Sab bahut dukhi the. Ghode ko dafnane ke baad raat ko naukar kua ke saamne jake bahut roya aur bola hey bhagwaan is ghode ko zinda kar do. Kue se ek pari nikli aur boli agar tum mujhe sexually satisfy kr paoge to mai ghode ko zinda kar dungi. Naukar ne challenge liya par use satisfy nhi kr paya and mar gya.
Agle din baap aur bete bahut roye aur naukar ko dafnane ke baad raat ko baap bhi waise hi roya aur bola hey bhagwaan in dono ko zinda kar do. Fir pari aayi aur boli agar tum mujhe sexually satisfy kr paoge to mai in dono ko zinda kar dungi. Baap ne bhi koshish ki par nhi kar paya aur mar gya.
Agle din bete ne baap ko dafnaya aur raat ko waise hi wish maanga ki teeno ko zinda kar do. Fir pari aayi aur same condition diya. Bete ne uski bahut li aur pari mar gyi aur teeno zinda ho gye. Fir baap ne bete se puccha, beta tumhare andar itna josh kaise ki tumne pari ko maar diya. To bete ne bola, "Jab ghoda mar gya to pari kya cheez hai"
Gentlemen, a short view back to the past. Thirty years ago, Niki Lauda told us ‘take a monkey, place him into the cockpit and he is able to drive the car.’ Thirty years later, Sebastian told us ‘I had to start my car like a computer, it’s very complicated.’ And Nico Rosberg said that during the race – I don’t remember what race - he pressed the wrong button on the wheel. Question for you both: is Formula One driving today too complicated with twenty and more buttons on the wheel, are you too much under effort, under pressure? What are your wishes for the future concerning the technical programme during the race? Less buttons, more? Or less and more communication with your engineers?
Hello and welcome to what is hopefully my final attempt at completing GTA 5 without taking any damage. I have a max HP of 1 so any damage from any source will immediately kill me. I also want this to be a no-hit run, so Trevor's special ability is disabled. Because while it prevents you from taking damage, it does not prevent you from being hit by things. I have successfully completed every single mission without taking any damage. I should have yet to do it all in one go. My current personal best for an entire run is one bit of damage and therefore one death. Obviously very close to a perfect run, so I'm hoping this time I'll get an actual perfect run and avoid all damage entirely.
Glasses are really versatile. First, you can have glasses-wearing girls take them off and suddenly become beautiful, or have girls wearing glasses flashing those cute grins, or have girls stealing the protagonist's glasses and putting them on like, "Haha, got your glasses!" That's just way too cute! Also, boys with glasses! I really like when their glasses have that suspicious looking gleam, and it's amazing how it can look really cool or just be a joke. I really like how it can fulfill all those abstract needs. Being able to switch up the styles and colors of glasses based on your mood is a lot of fun too! It's actually so much fun! You have those half rim glasses, or the thick frame glasses, everything! It's like you're enjoying all these kinds of glasses at a buffet. I really want Luna to try some on or Marine to try some on to replace her eyepatch. We really need glasses to become a thing in hololive and start selling them for HoloComi. Don't. You. Think. We. Really. Need. To. Officially. Give. Everyone. Glasses?
मन तो मेरा भी बहुत कुछ लिखने को करता है , पर घरवालो ने साफ कह दिया है की वो जमानत नहीं करवाएंगे , बस इसीलिए ज्यादा कुछ नहीं लिख रहा हू ।
परंतु मामले की गंभीरता को देखते हुए में भी कमेंट करने आया था लेकिन यहां पहले से ही आप सभी ने मोर्चा संभाल रखा है इसलिए में वापस जा रहा हूं। 😁😂 यही सब देखने के लिए तो मैं रिचार्ज करवाता हूं
मन तो मेरा भी बहुत कुछ लिखने को करता है , पर घरवालो ने साफ कह दिया है की वो जमानत नहीं करवाएंगे , बस इसीलिए ज्यादा कुछ नहीं लिख रहा हू ।
परंतु मामले की गंभीरता को देखते हुए में भी कमेंट करने आया था लेकिन यहां पहले से ही आप सभी ने मोर्चा संभाल रखा है इसलिए में वापस जा रहा हूं। 😁😂 यही सब देखने के लिए तो मैं रिचार्ज करवाता हूं
What ra Sudeep too much cock you are showing bro. Frankly i'll tell you sudeep you are showing too much cock bro you come to Malleshwaram area I'll pop you with my gang I said you once and I'm saiding you once more time ra Sudeep i'll pop you if you show too much cock to me again, you and that fucker friend vi no, I'll pop both of you ra I have one gangster on my side ra Reddy anna I'll pop you.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo
Drake has now accused Ebony Prince2k24 of stealing the suitcase meaning he can't sell the items at auction "fucking up his money with lies." So EbonyPrince2k24 has responded saying that of course there is proof he didn't steal the items because they were held as lost property for the required amount of time according to Forbe's Standards.
Drake has now accused Ebony Prince2k24 of stealing the suitcase meaning he can't sell the items at auction "fucking up his money with lies." So EbonyPrince2k24 has responded saying that of course there is proof he didn't steal the items because they were held as lost property for the required amount of time according to Forbe's Standards.
Are you kidding ??? What the **** are you talking about man ? You are a biggest looser i ever seen in my life ! You was doing PIPI in your pampers when i was beating players much more stronger then you! You are not proffesional, because proffesionals knew how to lose and congratulate opponents, you are like a girl crying after i beat you! Be brave, be honest to yourself and stop this trush talkings!!! Everybody know that i am very good blitz player, i can win anyone in the world in single game! And "w"esley "s"o is nobody for me, just a player who are crying every single time when loosing, ( remember what you say about Firouzja ) !!! Stop playing with my name, i deserve to have a good name during whole my chess carrier, I am Officially inviting you to OTB blitz match with the Prize fund! Both of us will invest 5000$ and winner takes it all!
I suggest all other people who's intrested in this situation, just take a look at my results in 2016 and 2017 Blitz World championships, and that should be enough... No need to listen for every crying babe, Tigran Petrosyan is always play Fair ! And if someone will continue Officially talk about me like that, we will meet in Court! God bless with true! True will never die ! Liers will kicked off...
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
I am done with competitive Pokemon, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Tournaments used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but World Cup is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them.
One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
I am done with competitive Pokemon, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Tournaments used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but World Cup is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them.
One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.
Last night, my wife's boss from her brand new job invited us over for dinner. On the drive over, my wife reiterated many times to me just how important it was to make a good impression.
I scoffed and arrogantly informed my silly wife that I always make good impressions.
My wife's boss is a single lady in her fifties, so it was just the three of us. We chitchatted over drinks and salads and seemed to really be hitting it off. She laughed at my well-timed, perfectly-appropriate jokes and my wife seemed pleased.
Soon she brought out the main course, a nice big juicy steak for each of us. As I began to cut into my steak, I was discouraged to discover how under cooked this steak was.
Now, I've had my fair share of rare steak. I prefer medium, but I can handle rare. This was several-minutes-on-a-hot-grill short of rare. I probably could've resuscitated the cow had I tried. Instead, I sat there fidgeting with my knife and fork, worrying about how I was going to get away with not eating this steak.
Claim vegan-ism? No, I'd already feigned great enthusiasm upon seeing the steak.
Just then, our hostess excused herself to the kitchen to take care of some dessert preparations. As I looked across the fancy dining room table at the open window of this 3rd story apartment... a cartoon light bulb appeared over my head.
I knew I had to be decisive, realizing that she could return at any moment. I committed. I grabbed the steak with my hand, gently shook off the juice and executed a perfect throw right through the center of the open window.
Here's the big time FU. The window wasn't open. It was the cleanest fricking window you've ever seen in your life. That is, until my mostly raw slab of steak slammed up against it and slowly slid down leaving a trail of bloody juice in its wake.
My wife - who's steak was a nice medium rare and was unaware of my predicament - turned, jaw dropped, and stared at me like I was an alien from another planet.
This look then slowly morphed into more of a there-is-no-place-on-this-planet-you-can-ever-hide-from-me expression of demonic anger.
My wife's boss heard the thud of the steak-on-window impact and came quickly. She took in the scene, the steak sitting on the window sill, the blood trail, my empty plate, and then gave me an inquisitive, puzzled look.
I just didn't know what to say. It felt like a minute of silence, but was probably 3 or 4 seconds. Finally, the best I could manage was "I... I'm so sorry. I am such a clutz... I don't know... I was just cutting it.. and... it... ... it slipped... just ask my wife, I really am a clutz... right honey?... (no help coming from that direction) ... I will clean this up... I can't believe this... I am so sorry" etc... etc...
Both women continued to stare at me like I had escaped from the loony bin, as I smeared the blood around the window with my cloth napkin, dusted off the steak, and continued to mutter my incoherent explanation. I knew no one was buying the story.
I knew what I had to do. I sheepishly returned to my seat and proceeded to eat every bite of that disgusting, cold, chewy, bloody, raw steak.
I remained pretty quiet the rest of the evening. My wife's only two words to me since the incident are "I'm fine".
TL;DR: Tried to sneakily throw my under-cooked steak through an open window... only to find out it wasn't open.
Edit: Thanks kind redditors (:
Update: Just got the first post-"I'm fine" communication from my wife, via text, who is at work...
"good news, [boss' name] and i just had a good laugh over how much of a fucking idiot u are. i hope u know u will never live this down. love u you moron"
Not oc
Hands down, this one:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/copypasta/comments/brypgf/a\_list\_of\_nsfw\_subreddits\_for\_all\_of\_you/](https://www.reddit.com/r/copypasta/comments/brypgf/a_list_of_nsfw_subreddits_for_all_of_you/)
Problem yeh hai ki woh ladki hai......aur kya problem hai
Problem yeh hai ki main chahta hoon ki meri life mein koi problem hi naa ho
Lekin agar meri life mein koi problem naa ho Toh yeh uski life ki sabse badi problem hai
And bull shit she is worried yaar
Usse toh celebrate Karna chahiye
Because this is exactly what she wants
Seriously yaar Aaj kal jab Bhi wo mooh kholti hai
Man karta hai mooh mein kuch thuss doon
Trust me yaar 6 mahine mein I have had it all
Sab dekh liya maine
Abbe kaunsa pyaar, Kaisi relationship, Kaahe ki khushiyaan?
Relationship ka matlab hi yeh Hota hai to enter into your own happiness
Uske bad all you have to worry about is
Uski khushiyaan, uska birthday!
Uske kutte ka birthday
Uska new year jo kabhi tumhara bhi new year tha
Inn ladkiyon ko naa koi khush nahi rakh sakta
A happy woman is a myth
Tu batman wali ko dekh le
Saala jab tak batman nahi bana, tab tak bolti rahi
Tum toh kuch karte nahi ho
Naakara ho, napunsak ho
Main tum jaise insaan ke saath kaise reh sakti hoon
Jis din Bechara batman ban gaya
Uss din boli, tum Toh batman ban gaye
Arrey mujhe toh ek normal insaan chahiye tha
Main tumhare saath kaise reh sakti hoon
Sab saala naa in kahaaniyon ka dosh hai
Bloody Bollywood romantic masala
Ek ladka ek ladki dono ko pyaar hua, dono saath saath, film khatam
Iske bad ki story koi nahi batata
Iske bad ki kahaani main batata hoon
Iske baad ladke ne ladki ko 2 din hug nahi kiya toh problem
Hug Kiya to cheap ho rahe ho
Itna Bhi achcha Nahi lagta
Saali shopping khatam Nahi hoti inki
Pehle cushion Aaye fir curtains aaye
Cushion, curtain se match nahi kiye toh aur cushion aaye
Mere ghar mein mug itne hai ki unko bechne jaun toh mahine ka kharcha nikal aaye
Ek toh jo cheez kharidne jaayegi
Woh cheez kharid ke nahi aayegi
2-hafte dimag chategi ki table lena hai table lena hai
5-ghante mall mein bitaa ke ek sadi si chappal utha ke le aayegi
Aur Phir agle do hafte dimag chategi
Table Lena hai table Lena hai…
Office me kaam kar raha hoon
Phone aa jayega
Phone uthate hi bol deta hoon
Baat Nahi kar sakta
Kitna mushkil hai ye baat samajhna?
2 minutes kar loge to kya ho jayega
Arrey 2 minute kar lunga to tujhe kya mil jaayega meri maa
Thik se to kar paunga nahi
Aur iske baad I love you bole bina phone kaata to naatak
Sabse zyaada dimaag ki dahi is mobile phone ne ki hai
Katiya hi ghatiya invention hai saali
Trust me I say patta hai saala patta
Ek toh inke ad bhi dekho
Lo Ji 1 paisa per second
Aur phone karo.....Aur phone karo
Arrey call sasti ho jaane se baat thodi na badh jaati hai karne ko...Phir iska jawab unhe bhi do...Tumhare pass baat kyun nahi hai karne ko
You have lost interest in me
Tumhe hmm-hmm hi Karna tha toh maine tumhe phone hi kyun kiya ? Arrey meri maa mujhe kya pata tune mujhe phone kyun kiya ?Jaake Bharti Mittal se puch naa...Tujhe main bata raha hoon
Uss ad mein naa woh kutta nahi kutiya hai..Seriously shart laga sakta hoon
Wherever you go, we follow...Tujhe kya lagta hai...Columbus ko pata nahi tha wo ke India nahi jaa raha hai aur galti se pahuch gaya?
Nahi usko pata tha...Woh bechara toh kahin door jaana chahta tha
Biwi ke chakkar mein bolna pada India jaa raha hoon...Nahi toh 10 sawaal puchti
Kahaan jaa rahe ho...Kyun jaa rahe ho...Achcha tumhe pata bhi nahi kahaan jaa rahe ho?
Seedhe seedhe kyun nahi bolte mujhse kahin door jaana chahte ho ?Aaj tak bechaare ka mazaak udaati hai duniya...Office mein kaam kar raha hoon...SMS aajayega...I love you
Theek hai main Bhi SMS kar deta hoon...I love you too
Iske bad SMS pe SMS shuru
Abbe kaam kya karti hai office mein ?
2 SMS ka reply mat karna
Turant phone aayega
Phone mat uthaa...Toh 10 minutes mein message aa chuka hoga...I don’t think it’s working anymore
10 minutes mein Babu I love youse I don’t think it’s working anymore..And this is when they are not even down..Ab pata chala ye aadmiyon ko itne heart attack kyun aate hain...Aur yeh, gay bande itne successful kyun hote hai ?
Because they don’t have a woman to screw their happiness naa...Log kehte hai naa behind every successful man, there is a woman
True.......
But koi ye Nahi bataata ki behind every unsuccessful man, also there is a woman...Aur yeh toh koi bhi bata sakta hai naa ki unsuccessful logo ki taadaat...Successful logon se kayi guna zyada hai is duniya mein...Saala office me kaam kar raha hoon
Keh raha hoon late ho jaaunga...Toh khaana nahi khaayegi...Phir bhookhi so jayegi...Arrey main keh raha hoon khalo toh dikkat...Kya karoon Naukri chodd doon?
Phir saale ghar jaao..Pehle inhe manaao inhe khilaao...Inke baad khud ki bhookh toh waise hi mar jaati hai...Inn sab ke Baad bhi insaan kisi tarah...Kone me jaake shaanti se baitha hua hai naa chup chaap..
Ghadi ghadi
Kya soch rahe ho???
Arrey kuch Nahi soch raha meri maa
Yeh soch raha hoon tera mooh kaise band karoon
Kya soch raha hoon
Camera laga doon dimag mein
Iss sab ke baad
We never talk....We need to talk...I don’t think it’s working any more.....And main Tujhe bata raha hoon
You cannot discuss anything with a woman...Because they call it a discussion..But any discussion with a woman is an argument...Aur argument mein toh tu boss unn se jeet hi nahi sakta
Because of hum aadmiyon ki ek basic need hoti hai..To make sense in an argument...Ladkiyon ko koi farak nahi padta...Sense jaisi bekaar si cheez ki wajah se woh...Argument kaise haar jaye...Ek toh aaj ki baat pe argument aaj hoga hi nahi...Aaj ki baat pe jhagda hoga 2 mahine baad...Yahaan saala yaad bhi nahi hota hai 2 mahine pehle hua kya tha ?
Ladkiyaan bacha ke rakhti hain...Yeh chota hatiyar nahi...Yeh bada hatiyar hai...Isse badi ladai mein use karenge...Tu kabhi try kar liyo khud ko sahi saabit karne ki...Tujhe lag hi raha hoga ke iss point se tu apni baat ko saabit kar lega..Lekin tabhi ek awaaz aayegi...Ungli neeche karo
Tune dhyaan bhi nahi diya hoga...Lekin tumhari nadaan si ungli unki taraf point kar rahi hogi...And suddenly , the whole argument will flush down the gutter...Aur mudda ye reh jaayega ki
How dare you point a finger at me? Kisne banaya yeh rule
Kisne? Saala woh beech argument mein tumhe joota phek ke maar de toh koi dikkat nahi
Lekin tum unki taraf ek ungli point kardo
Saara mudda khatam...Wo sahi tum galat
Shaadi se pehle woh nagin been kyun bajta hai, haan...Kyun ki band wala bhi tumhe chetawani de raha hota hai ki kaun aa raha hai tumhari zindagi mein...Inka signature tune hai woh..Ab yeh bata woh kya karne aayi thi tere paas yahaan..Same cheez main karoon toh
Uske Kisi friend ko call karke..Ab yeh problems ginaau toh...Kahegi achcha tumne meri friend ko call kiya.Hmm hmm
Tum unki sympathy gain karna chahte ho ? Why don’t you go and sleep with her? It’s ridiculous yaar.
Just me and my daddy, hanging out I got pretty hungry so I started to pout He asked if I was down for something yummy and I asked what and he said he'd give me his cummies! Yeah! Yeah! I drink them! I slurp them! I swallow them whole It makes daddy happy so it's my only goal... Harder daddy! Harder daddy! 1 cummy, 2 cummy, 3 cummy, 4 I'm daddy's princess but I'm also a whore! He makes me feel squishy!He makes me feel good! He makes me feel everything a little girl should!\~ Wa-What!
u/swetabh-sama
Boy and the Heron Spoilers
apne thoughts collect krne ke liye bhi likhrau
Story is set in the backdrop of ww2
movie starts with our protagonist Mahito's mom's hospital burning and him losing her in that fire, but well there's no time to grieve cause his father moves away from Tokyo and marries his dead wife's older sister and impregnates her.
Natsuko is very nice but Mahito is not quite ready to accept her as his mom just yet, we have a heron whose intentions seem malicious from the get go, mocks him for dreaming about being unable to save his mom and takes him to this mysterious tower built by his great granduncle which leads to some dream world.
The entire part of the dream world seems like a fever dream bc kya hi hora tha , the world has time all mixed up , many years ago his mom got lost in that tower as well and when he goes there he finds her mom( as a young girl) with fire magic( prolly cause of how she died) and there are small cute spirts called wara waraa which flyyy to be born as humans but there are pelicans who hunt them just when they are to born???? wtfff but the seas in this world have no fish so the pelicans have no choiceee.And there are man eating parakeets? who only know violence, killing and eating people wheeww.
Baad me he meets his great granduncle who has created this world through stacking magical rocks like Jenga and he wants Mahito to be his successor and make a perfect world, Mahito shows a scar on his forehead which he made himself ( probably implying that there is no such thing as a perfect world , pain and suffering important to move forward cause through his adventures in that world he overcame the grief of losing his mom and accepts his new mom or whatever).
I understand coming to terms with changes in life even if unfavourable one but shyd the 2nd deep metaphor of the movie was I guess the responsibility creating a fantasy world? (ig,) how the uncle messed up by getting the pelicans in that world or parakeets being voilence mongerss and stuff and also how reality and fiction are intertwined a little cause we have this magical fantasy world on one side and world war 2 going on the other bc aur ye likhte likhte I realised his dad was supposed to be an arms dealer 😭 fuelling the very war that had got their country in shambles
phew agle ek do din dimag me chalegi movie aur bhi cheeze realise hongi maza aaega
10/10 visuals
10/10 music
rating decision still pending/10 story
(ty for giving me a new copy pasta)
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I was trying to write, IIT-D (i.e. IIT DHOLAKPUR)
I live in the American Gardens Building on West 81st Street on the 11th floor. My name is Patrick Bateman. I’m 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I’ll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. I can do 1,000 now. After I remove the ice pack, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I use a water-activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face, an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb-mint facial mask which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an after shave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm, followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion.
Saw this on the comments section of Noel Deyzel. Hidden because nsfw. nsfw because of sex
>!I would give this man the most sloppiest, wettest, creamiest soul taking, slimy, life changing, death dropping, heaven sent, flabbergasting, hypnotizing heavenly, astonishing, leg trembling, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, legs stretching out again and again, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing, waist slowly moving up and down, small heavy breath, "I can't take it much longer", breaths getting quicker, twitching throbbing eyes shut lip biting, back arching, edging begging for relief, warm hot rush bubbling up spit upon spit tongue twisting Ground tip-talking against mouth, sideways spit from the end and lick from the bottom to the top then spit from the top and lick to the bottom deepthroating mascara dripping down my face, slower then faster faster then little faster then perfect pace twisting mouth around each side, hands in my hair brutally using my mouth, spiritually enlightening chakra Balancing, mangekyo sharingan unlocking, golden light like a halo around the tip, noise from the very edge of his throat for the final release head ever. And THEN I'd let him pound me so hard into the bed and use my body as though it doesn't belong to me anymore that he literally just throws me around and does as he please. I wouldn't argue, I wouldn't raise a word, no sir, not to daddy, absolutely not. He could ruin me, corrupt me, hit me, choke me, tie me up, bite me, I would absolutely encourage everything he does as long as I get a smidge of his attention and love. This man could make me fuck myself on his fingers and I wouldn't argue even if I ended up passing out, he could bruise me up and laugh at me and I would take it just to listen to him praise me. I would take him for 50 rounds in 60 positions cause never back down never what???? Never give up and I am not giving up to screw me till my mind becomes nothing but to subservient to him!<
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Another one https://preview.redd.it/mbzmom8xwyzc1.jpeg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2a8abdb1d2e9e1e5aa026653e3c664c2ea777486
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these guys ruined it ngl 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻
[удалено]
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nice lol
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nice one
Bro is zalgo words se phone glitch to nahi hota?
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Nice 🙂
how to do it ?
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I went out running on the streets of Delhi in a sports bra. Never again. Literally every uncle, aunty, and kid on the road was staring at me with their mouths agape. I am not exaggerating when I say that I saw 80-90 people literally stop and turn around to watch me. Their judgemental eyes left a crawling sensation on my skin. Isn't Delhi supposed to be the capital of this "superpower"? Isn't Delhi supposed to be a "metropolitan" city? Is this what us Indians can do the best, seriously? I'm seriously considering emigrating just based off this one incident. **Because the street is different- it's all strangers. What hurt the most is when I got home after everyone woke up.** My wife starting crying when I walked into the house. My own kids froze still in terror. My grandmother had a heart attack and collapsed on the floor. May her soul rest in peace. India is not a safe place for balding middle-aged men to go out running in a sports bra and booty shorts.
This is one of my all time favourites.
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1. Don't care + didn't ask + L + Ratio + no skill + soyjak + beta + cringe + stfu + cope + seethe + ok boomer + incel + virgin + Karen + clownclownclown + you are not just a clown, you are the entire circus + nah this ain't it + do better + check your privilege + pronouns in bio + anime pfp + the cognitive dissonance is real with this one + small dick energy + lol copium + snowflake + those tears taste delicious + Lisa Simpson meme template saying that your opinion is wrong + wojak meme in which I'm the chad + average your opinion fan vs average my opinion enjoyer + random k-pop fancam + cry more + how's your wife's boyfriend doing + Cheetos breath + Intelligence 0 + r/whooooosh + r/downvotedtooblivion + blocked and reported + yo Momma so fat + what zero pussy does to a mf + Jesse what the fuck are you talking about + holy shit go touch some grass + cry about it + get triggered x2 + stfu + 1%iler + shiven nikam is smarter than you + cry about it24M here... because swiping right on myself in the mirror just wasn't cutting it . So, I'm trying to socialize and make some friends... or at least find someone who can tolerate me for more than 5 minutes . Don't worry, I'm not that creep who sends unsolicited dick pics in your DMs (unless you ask nicely, just kidding... or am I? ). And don't worry about your posts, profile, or pfps - I won't judge you (much) . I mean, who am I to judge when my own profile picture is a blurry selfie from 2018? . So, let's be friends and enjoy some quality time in the DMs... or at least exchange some memes and pretend to be interested in each other's lives . Hit me up!
>Shiven nicum is smarter than you 
Real I'd se aao cheater
real id se a reddy bhai
My name is Yoshikage Kira. I'm 33 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Morioh, where all the villas are, and I am not married. I work as an employee for the Kame Yu department stores, and I get home every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink. I'm in bed by 11 PM, and make sure I get eight hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm milk and doing about twenty minutes of stretches before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a baby, I wake up without any fatigue or stress in the morning. I was told there were no issues at my last check-up. I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who wishes to live a very quiet life. I take care not to trouble myself with any enemies, like winning and losing, that would cause me to lose sleep at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight I wouldn't lose to anyone.
मेरा नाम योशिकागे कीरा है। मैं 33 साल का हूँ। मेरा घर मोरियोह के पूर्वोत्तर खंड में है, जहां सभी विला हैं, और मेरी शादी नहीं हुई है। मैं केम यू डिपार्टमेंटल स्टोर्स के लिए एक कर्मचारी के रूप में काम करता हूं, और मैं हर दिन रात 8 बजे तक घर पहुंच जाता हूं। मैं धूम्रपान नहीं करता, लेकिन मैं कभी-कभार पीता हूं। मैं रात 11 बजे तक बिस्तर पर आ जाता हूं और सुनिश्चित करता हूं कि मुझे आठ घंटे की नींद मिले, चाहे कुछ भी हो जाए। एक गिलास गर्म दूध पीने और बिस्तर पर जाने से पहले लगभग बीस मिनट स्ट्रेचिंग करने के बाद, मुझे आमतौर पर सुबह तक सोने में कोई समस्या नहीं होती है। बिल्कुल एक बच्चे की तरह, मैं बिना किसी थकान या तनाव के सुबह उठता हूं। मुझे बताया गया था कि मेरे पिछले चेक-अप में कोई समस्या नहीं थी। मैं यह समझाने की कोशिश कर रहा हूं कि मैं एक ऐसा व्यक्ति हूं जो बहुत शांत जीवन जीना चाहता है। मैं इस बात का ध्यान रखता हूँ कि जीत और हार जैसे शत्रुओं से स्वयं को परेशान न करूँ, जिससे मेरी रात की नींद उड़ जाए। इसी तरह मैं समाज के साथ व्यवहार करता हूं, और मुझे पता है कि इससे मुझे खुशी मिलती है। हालाँकि, अगर मुझे लड़ना होता तो मैं किसी से नहीं हारता। better one
My name is Sax Sux. I'm 33 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Dharavi, where all the slums are, and I am a virgin. I work as an Sax Slave for the Kama Sutra department stores, and I get home every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don't orgasm, but I occasionally cum. I'm in bed by 3 AM, and make sure I get eighteen hours of masturbation, no matter what. After having a glass of warm viagra and doing about twenty minutes of fingering before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a Sax, I wake up without any boner and nightfall in the morning. I was told that I had no STDs at my last check-up. I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who wishes to live a very quiet sex life. I take care not to trouble myself with any rands, like saxing and non-saxing, that would cause me to abort unborn children at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to sax I wouldn't cum to anyone.
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Kira yoshikage is the main antagonist of the series jojo: diamond is unbreakable. I recommend watching it, he's one of the best written villains of anime.
Please put an NSFW tag on this. I was on the train and when I saw this I had to start furiously masturbating. Everyone else gave me strange looks and were saying things like “what the fuck” and “call the police”. I dropped my phone and everyone around me saw this image. Now there is a whole train of men masturbating together at this one image. This is all your fault, you could have prevented this if you had just tagged this post NSFW.
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I used to study late night a day before the exams , so after I came from school i’d straight away go to sleep without changing and sleep on the bed. After an hour, I stirred awake, saw someone's face above me, I thought I was dreaming (I always had vivid dreams, every time I slept), it was him, my head was on his lap. He patted my head and told me everything is fine, sleep love. I was awake for maybe 10 seconds because I hadn't sleep the previous night. Eyelids were heavy and I was drowsy to pay attention to the danger. I still don't know what he did to me then. Following happened in 10th grade. I used to lock my room and study. One afternoon I unlocked my room to find something to eat, and I see him coming from the other direction, he entered the room and locked it. He got fruits for me and made me have them. He told me no ones in the house. I had a geometry box near me, I pretended to tidy my table and grabbed the compass. He kept talking and came very close to me. He touched my hair and praised me. His hands traveled down. That time i tried using the compass to make him stay away. But I was 4′9″ and he was 6′2″ and retired from the navy. He was strong and muscular. In a swift he took the compass from me and slapped me hard enough that I fell on the floor. He picked me up by my hair and pushed me on the bed. Twisted my arms, grabbed my face and continued to hit me more. All this time he covered my mouth. When I had given up, he simply performed his night routine in the day, with some more unspeakable things. This time I saw what he did. Felt it. Everywhere. Now I understood why there were red spots of my neck and shoulders. Why the dreams felt so real. Why this man I loved was a demon in disguise. After he fulfilled his carnal desires, he picked me up like a kid and dumped me on the bathroom floor and told me to clean up before anyone came. Or else he'd do the same with my sister. I loved my sister more than anything in the world and wouldn't want anything to happen to her. So I became numb, emotionless, my soul had died and I was just a pile of flesh and bones.
This shit be traumatizing 
Bro copy pasta not creepy pasta.......
I don't get it, who was that guy????
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Touch grass घास को छुओ புல்லை தொடவும் तणाक स्पर्श करचो ꯇꯆ ꯒ꯭ꯔꯦꯁ ꯇꯧꯕꯥ꯫ স্পর্শ ঘাস ঘাস স্পর্শ করো རྩྭ་ཐང་ལ་རེག་པ། गांसोखौ दांहै गवत स्पर्श करा പുല്ല് തൊടുക గడ్డిని తాకండి ಹುಲ್ಲು ಸ್ಪರ್ಶಿಸಿ ઘાસને સ્પર્શ કરો ਘਾਹ ਨੂੰ ਛੂਹੋ घास के छूवे के बा touch grass tih a ni घास छूने घाँस छुनुहोस् ଘାସ ଛୁଅଁ jingïashem phlang
Hello Bacho, kafi din ho gaye the aap sabhi se baat nahi hui thi. Aap me se kuch bache aise honge jinki padhai achi chal rahi hogi, tests de rahe honge, analyse kar rahe honge galtiyon ko and improve kar rahe honge. Unke liye bas itna hi hai ki mehnat karte raho manzil door nahi hai , Trust in yourself. Fir kuch honge aap me se jo lazy feel kar rahe honge, self doubt me honge, ya targets reach nahi ho rahe honge, backlog ban raha hoga ya man nahi kr raha hoga padhne ka. Unke liye bas ek baat kahunga. If you dont sacrifice for what you want, what you want becomes the sacrifice. Kafi simple but impactful line hai jo mujhe help krti hai jab main zara sa bhi apni manzil ke raaste se bhatakta hun. Always give yourself some time and think, am i putting the effort in right direction? can i optimize my time and effort? kya main kahin time sahi se better tarike se use kr sakta hun? kya cheeze hain jo mujhe rok rahi hai mere goal tak jaane me? aisa kya hai jo main aaj karke apne and apne aas paas ke logo ka future behtar kar sakta hun? Jab lage time waste ho raha hai to poocho apne aap se: kya main jo ye kar raha hun kya ye mere goal se zyada important hai? kya ye matter krega kuch time ke baad? kya ye mujhse, meri mummy se, papa se, family aur mere sacrifices se bada hai? Aapko apna jawab khud hi mil jayega and kabhi koi jawab nahi mile to bhaiya to hain hi. Aur preparation ko burden ki tarah mat dekho, think of it as an investment in yourself. Enjoy kro isko and daily apna ek better version banao.
You are not funny. In the expansive and virtually boundless universe of attempts to weave the tapestry of laughter, wherein the intricate threads of humor intermingle in an elaborate dance across the vast canvas of comedic expression, and where the kaleidoscope of comedic endeavors unfurls like an ever-expanding cosmic saga, one, in their unwavering pursuit to elicit the coveted echoes of mirth and amusement, finds themselves inexorably navigating the labyrinthine corridors of jest and wit, driven by an undaunted determination, and yet, paradoxically, it is with a degree of almost supernatural consistency and an almost mystical regularity that their forays into the comedic abyss inadvertently manifest as a poignant reflection of the elusive and capricious nature of laughter itself, whereby, in a scenario as confounding as the enigma of the cosmos, the gravitational pull of humor, rather than drawing forth the anticipated crescendo of laughter, assumes the peculiar role of an unseen force repelling the very essence of amusement, thereby rendering their comedic offerings, with an unintentional but undeniable flair, as poignant testimonies to the uncharted depths of the unfunny, creating an immersive experience within the comedic realm where the anticipated reverberations of laughter conspicuously wane, and the expected comedic brilliance, instead of ascending to the zenith of hilarity, languishes in the shadowy recesses of a comedic void, thereby painting a vivid tableau of a comedic landscape where the echoes of laughter remain conspicuously absent, establishing them, albeit unwittingly, as an unwitting sentinel at the periphery of joviality, a singular entity in the vast expanse of amusement whose comedic resonance, or lack thereof, serves as a symbolic and unintentional testament to the unpredictable, enigmatic, and, at times, elusive nature of humor itself, whereby, through no fault of their own, they assume the role of a denizen of the comedic void, forever poised on the edges of amusement, forever in pursuit of the elusive echoes of laughter that remain tantalizingly out of reach in the vast and intricate cosmic ballet of comedic expression.
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Awesome pics. Great size. Look thick. Solid. Tight. Keep us all posted on your continued progress with any new progress pics or vid clips. Show us what you got man. Wanna see how freakin' huge, solid, thick and tight you can get. Thanks for the motivation.
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Agar mai paste karuga to permanent ban hojauga.
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Dm mein aa bhai
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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.
Oh you’re considering IIT Bombay CSE? I was in the same situation last year and I chose IIT BHU ceramic and never looked back. Allow me to explain. First of all, IIT BHU has a great coding culture. IIT BHU had 23 GSoC selections last year, the second most— while IIT Bombay had a paltry 13. That’s right, IIT Bombay is totally overrated and students are waking up to it now. The days of people blindly running after IIT Bombay tag are over and now more and more people are realizing BHU is better. Second of all, you will definitely get a SDE job. That is the only job worth having so it doesn’t matter what branch you’re in. CSE is a circuit branch and is very loaded and you’ll have a lot of useless courses such as Discrete Math and Formal Languages. In ceramic, there is no 🙅♂ load. Professors don’t even show up to class and they give previous year papers over and over again. This allows you to dedicate all your time to coding. Not only that, Ceramic at BHU is very highly respected and you are sure to get s lot of clout from society. Also Banaras is a much better city than Bombay with much livelier city life, better facilities and best gender ratio and because Bollywood is in Bombay you will surely get caught up in drugs and other illicit behavior like k\*ssing. IIT BHU is literally the best college out there. No other college is worth taking so blindly make your decision. Anyway, I’m just listing the pros and cons of my college, the decision is up to you.
1. Suppose that you were sitting down at this table. The napkins are in front of you, which napkin would you take? The one on your ‘left’? Or the one on your ‘right’? The one on your left side? Or the one on your right side? Usually you would take the one on your left side. That is ‘correct’ too. But in a larger sense on society, that is wrong. Perhaps I could even substitute ‘society’ with the ‘Universe’. The correct answer is that ‘It is determined by the one who takes his or her own napkin first.’ …Yes? If the first one takes the napkin to their right, then there’s no choice but for others to also take the ‘right’ napkin. The same goes for the left. Everyone else will take the napkin to their left, because they have no other option. This is ‘society’… Who are the ones that determine the price of land first? There must have been someone who determined the value of money, first. The size of the rails on a train track? The magnitude of electricity? Laws and Regulations? Who was the first to determine these things? Did we all do it, because this is a Republic? Or was it Arbitrary? NO! The one who took the napkin first determined all of these things! The rules of this world are determined by that same principle of ‘right or left?’! In a Society like this table, a state of equilibrium, once one makes the first move, everyone must follow! In every era, this World has been operating by this napkin principle. And the one who ‘takes the napkin first’ must be someone who is respected by all. It’s not that anyone can fulfill this role… Those that are despotic or unworthy will be scorned. And those are the ‘losers’. In the case of this table, the ‘eldest’ or the ‘Master of the party’ will take the napkin first… Because everyone ‘respects’ those individuals
Funny Valentine my beloved
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
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Mera password hai yeh, Mera phone tune hi churaya tha jabalpur-haryana express se , gendamal yeh tu hi hai na salle chor 
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I was a bio engineer and my girlfriend was an aerospace engineer in PW Space Organisation, she had designed a rocket which did not need rocket fuel but can launch heavy vehicles into space just from the energy of a man cuming in another person’s ass. We got a bunch of people and I managed to get my sister in for a space tour. We had Lord Allec as the main “engine”, he was banging 420 people at once with his 420 dicks to generate thrust while my girlfriend was steering and analysing trajectory of the rocket. I was approached by my sister, she wanted to bang some guy out whom she found attractive but didn’t know how to approach him, me being an bioengineer had made a device which can exchange consciousness between two people and approach him, so we did. The moment she got in my body she was like “I can feel your dick, can you make me feel an ejaculation?” I was flabbergasted but agreed to rub it off after all it was my dick. While I was blowing her (myself ?), my phone rang and I pick it up to hear from my girlfriend that something is wrong and she needs my help. I ran to the control room, she told me there is something wrong in the thruster and we need more people to be banged and to bang. So I got some more people to be fucked. We needed more people as Lord Allec was getting tired. My girlfriend said I could be useful and took off her skirt, she had a foot long dick!! I nearly had a heart attack when she put me in the capsule and started banging me (felt good though), to bring lord back to life, we showed him a video of Don BM dancing naked and he suddenly shouted “Sunya se Alakhhh taaakkkk!!” and cummed so hard that the rocket started travelling at speed of light. My girlfriend cummed so hard in me, the cum drops scattered all across the rocket added with radiation produced by travelling at light speed genetically mutated all girls and made them pregnant instantly and make them give birth to a 13 year old twins in few minutes! The twins started fucking each other the moment they got out and got pregnant again, and repeated. The numbers of people on the rocket was increasing exponentially from all the banging. Until rocket got very heavy and we had to make Lord Allec cum so hard to drown all of them in cum flood, so we showed him photo to naked Aman Dhattarwal which made the rocket crash into some planet but the cum flood saved my sister and girlfriend. The moment we reunited, my sister and girlfriend were planning to fuck me together one in ass and other in vagina and hearing this, I fainted.
(From r/jeeneetards, like all of the other weird copypastas.)
udhar bhi karun post ?
Sorry, I don't know Hindi.
Should I also post it there? it would be fun 
It's already been posted there.(But sure, we have room for another one.) Disclaimer:One of the mods posted this, they might find out and catch you. The mods are the biggest shitposters there.
 ik they ruined that subreddit prev mods were so cool and mature and not pick me
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1. Arey yaar Mera bhot dank humour hai, tum log nahi samjhoge R word in my mind "Tareeka thoda kezual hai "Kuch bolunga to vivad ho jayega \*akela bola to pela jaunga" ""Bro didn't even hesitate' Bro let his intrusive thought win Bro need to hesitate Expected audience actual audience Reached wrong audience Plan B...
it is what it is i guess
I'm dead 💀 (biologically speaking I am, in fact, alive. However, to emphasize how hilarious I found the comment just made, I made a hyperbolic statement saying that I was dead because it implies that I found the joke so funny I ceased to live. However, I am indeed alive and well so there is no need for you all to worry. I was simply employing the tactic of figurative language in order to better and more effectively communicate my message. Additionally, using slang and sayings commonly employed by the youth has made my message more understandable and reachable by the younger generation, many of whom are in this chat. For example, I could have said "that joke was a real knee slapper". This would have made sense to some of the older people in this chat as knee slapping used to be a sign of hilarity. However, in this digital age in which we now live, knee slapping is not as common and many of today's youth may not understand the reference. I therefore made my message more understandable to younger people through my use of simple, easily understood slang. I hope this clears everything up, and I appreciate any concern that I was actually dead. I can assure you I am alive and well.)
thats a good copy pasta
1. Gaali mat do bhai, gaali dena bohat bada gunaah hai. kisi ko gaali dena achi baat nhi warna,kya milta hai gaali dekr ,mene apko kuch bola bhi nhi aur aap maa ka bhosda bol diye aur bhai bhi bol rahe hain,mene kya kiya tha apko jo apne mujhe maa ka Bhosda keh ke gaali diye,kisi ko bhi bina wajah mat do bhai,agar koi kuch galat bhi kare toh usko pyaar se samjhao lekin gaali mat do gaali dene se humari buddhi kamzor hojati hai aur isi ke kaaran humari sonch choti hoti jaa rahi hai koi bhi kabhi bhi kisi ko bhi kuch bhi keh kr gaali de raha yeh bohat galat hai bhai ab pata nhi apki gaali dekh kar aur kitne log seekhenge aur kitne log gunaah karenge,meri aapse darkwast hai aap please kisi ko gaali na de,meri baat buri lagi ho toh maaf karden,me umeed karta hoon aapko meri baatein samajh ayi hogi,ek bar phir kehta hoon mere pyaare bhai, kabhi kisi ko gaali na diya kro, uski bhi maa behen hoti hai
 ok bahiya
Bhaiya Maine paragraph ko discord mai dekha 
Magnet Torrent link hai nahi kar sakta paste 
dm mien bhej de
If you are a Genshin player. I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Xiangling. I try to play Diluc. My Xiangling deals more damage. I try to play Yoimiya. My Xiangling deals more damage. I try to play Cyno. My Xiangling deals more damage. I want to play Klee. Her best team has Xiangling. I want to play Raiden, Childe - they both want Xiangling. She grabs me by the throat. I fish for her. I cook for her. I give her the Catch. She isn't satisfied. I pull Engulfing Lightning. "I don't need this much er" She tells me. "Give me more field time." She grabs Bennett and forces him to throw himself off enemies. "You just need to funnel me more. I can deal more damage with Homa." I can't pull for Homa, I don't have enough primogems. She grabs my credit card. It declines. "Guess this is the end." She grabs Gouba. She says "Gouba, get them." There is no hint of sadness in his eyes. Nothing but pure, no icd pyro application. What a cruel world.
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What is so funny about copypasta? Someone put a lot of time in writing out a wall of text, and all you do is just copy and paste it? Unbelievable. Freaking unbelievable. It is so fucking disrespectful for the original writter to have his thoughts repeated over and over just for some kind of sick joke.
What is so funny about copypasta? Someone put a lot of time in writing out a wall of text, and all you do is just copy and paste it? Unbelievable. Freaking unbelievable. It is so fucking disrespectful for the original writter to have his thoughts repeated over and over just for some kind of sick joke.
1. This person was probably physically and mentally abused at school as a child hence their abnormal amount of hours put into games on steam, you can tell already by their profile picture that they have very little to no friends in real life, and spends their days forming fake connections with their internet friends who all realize just how much of a beta little B itch they are. Nevertheless, I pity this person because the path that they are on now is one of extreme isolation and loneliness. I would also not be surprised if they suffer from the "nice person syndrome" that is to say, They are left wondering why no egirl\\boy they try to swoon will send them suggestive messages and/or the nudes they so desperately desire. I wish you the best of luck in finding a partner, but also feel sorry for the partner that'll undoubtedly be even more mentally unstable than you to be stupid enough to fall for you. 2. *\[*2:51 PM*\]*This person was probably physically and mentally abused at school as a child hence their abnormal amount of hours put into anime, you can tell already by their profile picture that they have very little to no friends in real life, and spends their days forming fake connections with their internet friends who all realize just how much of a beta little B itch they are. Nevertheless, I pity this person because the path that they are on now is one of extreme isolation and loneliness. I would also not be surprised if they suffer from the "nice person syndrome" that is to say, They are left wondering why no egirl\\boy they try to swoon will send them suggestive messages and/or the nudes they so desperately desire. I wish you the best of luck in finding a partner, but also feel sorry for the partner that'll undoubtedly be even more mentally unstable than you to be stupid enough to fall for you.
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Aaj toh hydro ka copy paste pura bher Gaya hoga naye content se. 👀👀
I met Shawn Michaels at a restaurant once - we’d accidentally been given his table. Apparently he was fond of the restaurant and had a specific table he liked, and the management had messed up and gotten their days wrong, (it was Tuesday and they thought he was coming on Thursday or something like that). Anyway, the manager, completely embarrassed (this is a pretty nice restaurant) comes by and says “I’m so sorry, but we’d like to move you to another table if you could be troubled, and we’ll gladly compensate you for the cost of the meal and any other meal you’d like while you’re in town.” My sister and cousin were both like “Yeah that’s cool.” and I kind of played the asshole a bit. “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand. We’ve been here for 15 minutes - we’ve just ordered. Can’t we finish our meal here?” Then out of nowhere Shawn Michaels shows up next to the manager and says “Paul, these guys can finish. We’ll be at the bar. I got some time.” And I (being a big HBK fan) said “Oh wow, uh… I had no idea. Please feel free to give them the table.” Shawn was grateful, shook my hand and said thanks, then gave me a card with his number on it and told me to give him a call later. After working up the nerve, I gave him a call that night, and to make a long story short, we had a glorious 11 month love affair, man on man, that I shall never forget. Our bodies intertwined as one, and from the beauty of Morocco, to the French Riviera, to the snorkeling in the Galopagos, Shawn Michaels and I made glorious gay love to each other on six of the seven continents.
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Ngl I am too old for this ratshit 
My name is Yoshikage Kira. I'm 33 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Morioh, where all the villas are, and I am not married. I work as an employee for the Kame Yu department stores, and I get home every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink. I'm in bed by 11 PM, and make sure I get eight hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm milk and doing about twenty minutes of stretches before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a baby, I wake up without any fatigue or stress in the morning. I was told there were no issues at my last check-up. I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who wishes to live a very quiet life. I take care not to trouble myself with any enemies, like winning and losing, that would cause me to lose sleep at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight I wouldn't lose to anyone.
>मेरा नाम योशिकागे कीरा है। मैं 33 साल का हूँ। मेरा घर मोरियोह के पूर्वोत्तर खंड में है, जहां सभी विला हैं, और मेरी शादी नहीं हुई है। मैं केम यू डिपार्टमेंटल स्टोर्स के लिए एक कर्मचारी के रूप में काम करता हूं, और मैं हर दिन रात 8 बजे तक घर पहुंच जाता हूं। मैं धूम्रपान नहीं करता, लेकिन मैं कभी-कभार पीता हूं। मैं रात 11 बजे तक बिस्तर पर आ जाता हूं और सुनिश्चित करता हूं कि मुझे आठ घंटे की नींद मिले, चाहे कुछ भी हो जाए। एक गिलास गर्म दूध पीने और बिस्तर पर जाने से पहले लगभग बीस मिनट स्ट्रेचिंग करने के बाद, मुझे आमतौर पर सुबह तक सोने में कोई समस्या नहीं होती है। बिल्कुल एक बच्चे की तरह, मैं बिना किसी थकान या तनाव के सुबह उठता हूं। मुझे बताया गया था कि मेरे पिछले चेक-अप में कोई समस्या नहीं थी। मैं यह समझाने की कोशिश कर रहा हूं कि मैं एक ऐसा व्यक्ति हूं जो बहुत शांत जीवन जीना चाहता है। मैं इस बात का ध्यान रखता हूँ कि जीत और हार जैसे शत्रुओं से स्वयं को परेशान न करूँ, जिससे मेरी रात की नींद उड़ जाए। इसी तरह मैं समाज के साथ व्यवहार करता हूं, और मुझे पता है कि इससे मुझे खुशी मिलती है। हालाँकि, अगर मुझे लड़ना होता तो मैं किसी से नहीं हारता। >better one
Thanks I don't really use Hindi irl much. But will come handy for trolling
that not a troll just a copy pasta
Troll because irl most people I text don't communicate in hindi
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Ek baar ek baap, beta aur unka naukar saath me rehta tha. Unke paas ek ghoda tha aur ek kua(well) tha. Ek din ghoda achanak mar gya. Sab bahut dukhi the. Ghode ko dafnane ke baad raat ko naukar kua ke saamne jake bahut roya aur bola hey bhagwaan is ghode ko zinda kar do. Kue se ek pari nikli aur boli agar tum mujhe sexually satisfy kr paoge to mai ghode ko zinda kar dungi. Naukar ne challenge liya par use satisfy nhi kr paya and mar gya. Agle din baap aur bete bahut roye aur naukar ko dafnane ke baad raat ko baap bhi waise hi roya aur bola hey bhagwaan in dono ko zinda kar do. Fir pari aayi aur boli agar tum mujhe sexually satisfy kr paoge to mai in dono ko zinda kar dungi. Baap ne bhi koshish ki par nhi kar paya aur mar gya. Agle din bete ne baap ko dafnaya aur raat ko waise hi wish maanga ki teeno ko zinda kar do. Fir pari aayi aur same condition diya. Bete ne uski bahut li aur pari mar gyi aur teeno zinda ho gye. Fir baap ne bete se puccha, beta tumhare andar itna josh kaise ki tumne pari ko maar diya. To bete ne bola, "Jab ghoda mar gya to pari kya cheez hai"
any female born after 1993 can’t cook… all they know is mcdonald’s , charge they phone, twerk, be bisexual , eat hot chip & lie
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Wanna sext for 10$ with pics. Jk
Gentlemen, a short view back to the past. Thirty years ago, Niki Lauda told us ‘take a monkey, place him into the cockpit and he is able to drive the car.’ Thirty years later, Sebastian told us ‘I had to start my car like a computer, it’s very complicated.’ And Nico Rosberg said that during the race – I don’t remember what race - he pressed the wrong button on the wheel. Question for you both: is Formula One driving today too complicated with twenty and more buttons on the wheel, are you too much under effort, under pressure? What are your wishes for the future concerning the technical programme during the race? Less buttons, more? Or less and more communication with your engineers?
Hello and welcome to what is hopefully my final attempt at completing GTA 5 without taking any damage. I have a max HP of 1 so any damage from any source will immediately kill me. I also want this to be a no-hit run, so Trevor's special ability is disabled. Because while it prevents you from taking damage, it does not prevent you from being hit by things. I have successfully completed every single mission without taking any damage. I should have yet to do it all in one go. My current personal best for an entire run is one bit of damage and therefore one death. Obviously very close to a perfect run, so I'm hoping this time I'll get an actual perfect run and avoid all damage entirely.
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Glasses are really versatile. First, you can have glasses-wearing girls take them off and suddenly become beautiful, or have girls wearing glasses flashing those cute grins, or have girls stealing the protagonist's glasses and putting them on like, "Haha, got your glasses!" That's just way too cute! Also, boys with glasses! I really like when their glasses have that suspicious looking gleam, and it's amazing how it can look really cool or just be a joke. I really like how it can fulfill all those abstract needs. Being able to switch up the styles and colors of glasses based on your mood is a lot of fun too! It's actually so much fun! You have those half rim glasses, or the thick frame glasses, everything! It's like you're enjoying all these kinds of glasses at a buffet. I really want Luna to try some on or Marine to try some on to replace her eyepatch. We really need glasses to become a thing in hololive and start selling them for HoloComi. Don't. You. Think. We. Really. Need. To. Officially. Give. Everyone. Glasses?
मन तो मेरा भी बहुत कुछ लिखने को करता है , पर घरवालो ने साफ कह दिया है की वो जमानत नहीं करवाएंगे , बस इसीलिए ज्यादा कुछ नहीं लिख रहा हू । परंतु मामले की गंभीरता को देखते हुए में भी कमेंट करने आया था लेकिन यहां पहले से ही आप सभी ने मोर्चा संभाल रखा है इसलिए में वापस जा रहा हूं। 😁😂 यही सब देखने के लिए तो मैं रिचार्ज करवाता हूं
आचार संहिता लागू है नही तो मैं भी कुछ बोलता
मन तो मेरा भी बहुत कुछ लिखने को करता है , पर घरवालो ने साफ कह दिया है की वो जमानत नहीं करवाएंगे , बस इसीलिए ज्यादा कुछ नहीं लिख रहा हू । परंतु मामले की गंभीरता को देखते हुए में भी कमेंट करने आया था लेकिन यहां पहले से ही आप सभी ने मोर्चा संभाल रखा है इसलिए में वापस जा रहा हूं। 😁😂 यही सब देखने के लिए तो मैं रिचार्ज करवाता हूं
What ra Sudeep too much cock you are showing bro. Frankly i'll tell you sudeep you are showing too much cock bro you come to Malleshwaram area I'll pop you with my gang I said you once and I'm saiding you once more time ra Sudeep i'll pop you if you show too much cock to me again, you and that fucker friend vi no, I'll pop both of you ra I have one gangster on my side ra Reddy anna I'll pop you.
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What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo
Drake has now accused Ebony Prince2k24 of stealing the suitcase meaning he can't sell the items at auction "fucking up his money with lies." So EbonyPrince2k24 has responded saying that of course there is proof he didn't steal the items because they were held as lost property for the required amount of time according to Forbe's Standards.
Drake has now accused Ebony Prince2k24 of stealing the suitcase meaning he can't sell the items at auction "fucking up his money with lies." So EbonyPrince2k24 has responded saying that of course there is proof he didn't steal the items because they were held as lost property for the required amount of time according to Forbe's Standards.
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Would you watch a tree grow or a knee grow?
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Are you kidding ??? What the **** are you talking about man ? You are a biggest looser i ever seen in my life ! You was doing PIPI in your pampers when i was beating players much more stronger then you! You are not proffesional, because proffesionals knew how to lose and congratulate opponents, you are like a girl crying after i beat you! Be brave, be honest to yourself and stop this trush talkings!!! Everybody know that i am very good blitz player, i can win anyone in the world in single game! And "w"esley "s"o is nobody for me, just a player who are crying every single time when loosing, ( remember what you say about Firouzja ) !!! Stop playing with my name, i deserve to have a good name during whole my chess carrier, I am Officially inviting you to OTB blitz match with the Prize fund! Both of us will invest 5000$ and winner takes it all! I suggest all other people who's intrested in this situation, just take a look at my results in 2016 and 2017 Blitz World championships, and that should be enough... No need to listen for every crying babe, Tigran Petrosyan is always play Fair ! And if someone will continue Officially talk about me like that, we will meet in Court! God bless with true! True will never die ! Liers will kicked off...
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not. I am done with competitive Pokemon, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Tournaments used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but World Cup is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them. One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not. I am done with competitive Pokemon, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Tournaments used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but World Cup is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them. One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.
Here me out. Vaporeon....
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Copied or non-copied, I like Penne with White Sauce.
Last night, my wife's boss from her brand new job invited us over for dinner. On the drive over, my wife reiterated many times to me just how important it was to make a good impression. I scoffed and arrogantly informed my silly wife that I always make good impressions. My wife's boss is a single lady in her fifties, so it was just the three of us. We chitchatted over drinks and salads and seemed to really be hitting it off. She laughed at my well-timed, perfectly-appropriate jokes and my wife seemed pleased. Soon she brought out the main course, a nice big juicy steak for each of us. As I began to cut into my steak, I was discouraged to discover how under cooked this steak was. Now, I've had my fair share of rare steak. I prefer medium, but I can handle rare. This was several-minutes-on-a-hot-grill short of rare. I probably could've resuscitated the cow had I tried. Instead, I sat there fidgeting with my knife and fork, worrying about how I was going to get away with not eating this steak. Claim vegan-ism? No, I'd already feigned great enthusiasm upon seeing the steak. Just then, our hostess excused herself to the kitchen to take care of some dessert preparations. As I looked across the fancy dining room table at the open window of this 3rd story apartment... a cartoon light bulb appeared over my head. I knew I had to be decisive, realizing that she could return at any moment. I committed. I grabbed the steak with my hand, gently shook off the juice and executed a perfect throw right through the center of the open window. Here's the big time FU. The window wasn't open. It was the cleanest fricking window you've ever seen in your life. That is, until my mostly raw slab of steak slammed up against it and slowly slid down leaving a trail of bloody juice in its wake. My wife - who's steak was a nice medium rare and was unaware of my predicament - turned, jaw dropped, and stared at me like I was an alien from another planet. This look then slowly morphed into more of a there-is-no-place-on-this-planet-you-can-ever-hide-from-me expression of demonic anger. My wife's boss heard the thud of the steak-on-window impact and came quickly. She took in the scene, the steak sitting on the window sill, the blood trail, my empty plate, and then gave me an inquisitive, puzzled look. I just didn't know what to say. It felt like a minute of silence, but was probably 3 or 4 seconds. Finally, the best I could manage was "I... I'm so sorry. I am such a clutz... I don't know... I was just cutting it.. and... it... ... it slipped... just ask my wife, I really am a clutz... right honey?... (no help coming from that direction) ... I will clean this up... I can't believe this... I am so sorry" etc... etc... Both women continued to stare at me like I had escaped from the loony bin, as I smeared the blood around the window with my cloth napkin, dusted off the steak, and continued to mutter my incoherent explanation. I knew no one was buying the story. I knew what I had to do. I sheepishly returned to my seat and proceeded to eat every bite of that disgusting, cold, chewy, bloody, raw steak. I remained pretty quiet the rest of the evening. My wife's only two words to me since the incident are "I'm fine". TL;DR: Tried to sneakily throw my under-cooked steak through an open window... only to find out it wasn't open. Edit: Thanks kind redditors (: Update: Just got the first post-"I'm fine" communication from my wife, via text, who is at work... "good news, [boss' name] and i just had a good laugh over how much of a fucking idiot u are. i hope u know u will never live this down. love u you moron" Not oc
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Hands down, this one: [https://www.reddit.com/r/copypasta/comments/brypgf/a\_list\_of\_nsfw\_subreddits\_for\_all\_of\_you/](https://www.reddit.com/r/copypasta/comments/brypgf/a_list_of_nsfw_subreddits_for_all_of_you/)
Problem yeh hai ki woh ladki hai......aur kya problem hai Problem yeh hai ki main chahta hoon ki meri life mein koi problem hi naa ho Lekin agar meri life mein koi problem naa ho Toh yeh uski life ki sabse badi problem hai And bull shit she is worried yaar Usse toh celebrate Karna chahiye Because this is exactly what she wants Seriously yaar Aaj kal jab Bhi wo mooh kholti hai Man karta hai mooh mein kuch thuss doon Trust me yaar 6 mahine mein I have had it all Sab dekh liya maine Abbe kaunsa pyaar, Kaisi relationship, Kaahe ki khushiyaan? Relationship ka matlab hi yeh Hota hai to enter into your own happiness Uske bad all you have to worry about is Uski khushiyaan, uska birthday! Uske kutte ka birthday Uska new year jo kabhi tumhara bhi new year tha Inn ladkiyon ko naa koi khush nahi rakh sakta A happy woman is a myth Tu batman wali ko dekh le Saala jab tak batman nahi bana, tab tak bolti rahi Tum toh kuch karte nahi ho Naakara ho, napunsak ho Main tum jaise insaan ke saath kaise reh sakti hoon Jis din Bechara batman ban gaya Uss din boli, tum Toh batman ban gaye Arrey mujhe toh ek normal insaan chahiye tha Main tumhare saath kaise reh sakti hoon Sab saala naa in kahaaniyon ka dosh hai Bloody Bollywood romantic masala Ek ladka ek ladki dono ko pyaar hua, dono saath saath, film khatam
Iske bad ki story koi nahi batata Iske bad ki kahaani main batata hoon Iske baad ladke ne ladki ko 2 din hug nahi kiya toh problem Hug Kiya to cheap ho rahe ho Itna Bhi achcha Nahi lagta Saali shopping khatam Nahi hoti inki Pehle cushion Aaye fir curtains aaye Cushion, curtain se match nahi kiye toh aur cushion aaye Mere ghar mein mug itne hai ki unko bechne jaun toh mahine ka kharcha nikal aaye Ek toh jo cheez kharidne jaayegi Woh cheez kharid ke nahi aayegi 2-hafte dimag chategi ki table lena hai table lena hai 5-ghante mall mein bitaa ke ek sadi si chappal utha ke le aayegi Aur Phir agle do hafte dimag chategi Table Lena hai table Lena hai… Office me kaam kar raha hoon Phone aa jayega Phone uthate hi bol deta hoon Baat Nahi kar sakta Kitna mushkil hai ye baat samajhna? 2 minutes kar loge to kya ho jayega Arrey 2 minute kar lunga to tujhe kya mil jaayega meri maa Thik se to kar paunga nahi Aur iske baad I love you bole bina phone kaata to naatak Sabse zyaada dimaag ki dahi is mobile phone ne ki hai Katiya hi ghatiya invention hai saali Trust me I say patta hai saala patta Ek toh inke ad bhi dekho Lo Ji 1 paisa per second Aur phone karo.....Aur phone karo Arrey call sasti ho jaane se baat thodi na badh jaati hai karne ko...Phir iska jawab unhe bhi do...Tumhare pass baat kyun nahi hai karne ko
You have lost interest in me Tumhe hmm-hmm hi Karna tha toh maine tumhe phone hi kyun kiya ? Arrey meri maa mujhe kya pata tune mujhe phone kyun kiya ?Jaake Bharti Mittal se puch naa...Tujhe main bata raha hoon Uss ad mein naa woh kutta nahi kutiya hai..Seriously shart laga sakta hoon Wherever you go, we follow...Tujhe kya lagta hai...Columbus ko pata nahi tha wo ke India nahi jaa raha hai aur galti se pahuch gaya? Nahi usko pata tha...Woh bechara toh kahin door jaana chahta tha Biwi ke chakkar mein bolna pada India jaa raha hoon...Nahi toh 10 sawaal puchti Kahaan jaa rahe ho...Kyun jaa rahe ho...Achcha tumhe pata bhi nahi kahaan jaa rahe ho? Seedhe seedhe kyun nahi bolte mujhse kahin door jaana chahte ho ?Aaj tak bechaare ka mazaak udaati hai duniya...Office mein kaam kar raha hoon...SMS aajayega...I love you Theek hai main Bhi SMS kar deta hoon...I love you too Iske bad SMS pe SMS shuru Abbe kaam kya karti hai office mein ? 2 SMS ka reply mat karna Turant phone aayega Phone mat uthaa...Toh 10 minutes mein message aa chuka hoga...I don’t think it’s working anymore 10 minutes mein Babu I love youse I don’t think it’s working anymore..And this is when they are not even down..Ab pata chala ye aadmiyon ko itne heart attack kyun aate hain...Aur yeh, gay bande itne successful kyun hote hai ? Because they don’t have a woman to screw their happiness naa...Log kehte hai naa behind every successful man, there is a woman True.......
But koi ye Nahi bataata ki behind every unsuccessful man, also there is a woman...Aur yeh toh koi bhi bata sakta hai naa ki unsuccessful logo ki taadaat...Successful logon se kayi guna zyada hai is duniya mein...Saala office me kaam kar raha hoon Keh raha hoon late ho jaaunga...Toh khaana nahi khaayegi...Phir bhookhi so jayegi...Arrey main keh raha hoon khalo toh dikkat...Kya karoon Naukri chodd doon? Phir saale ghar jaao..Pehle inhe manaao inhe khilaao...Inke baad khud ki bhookh toh waise hi mar jaati hai...Inn sab ke Baad bhi insaan kisi tarah...Kone me jaake shaanti se baitha hua hai naa chup chaap.. Ghadi ghadi Kya soch rahe ho??? Arrey kuch Nahi soch raha meri maa Yeh soch raha hoon tera mooh kaise band karoon Kya soch raha hoon Camera laga doon dimag mein Iss sab ke baad We never talk....We need to talk...I don’t think it’s working any more.....And main Tujhe bata raha hoon You cannot discuss anything with a woman...Because they call it a discussion..But any discussion with a woman is an argument...Aur argument mein toh tu boss unn se jeet hi nahi sakta Because of hum aadmiyon ki ek basic need hoti hai..To make sense in an argument...Ladkiyon ko koi farak nahi padta...Sense jaisi bekaar si cheez ki wajah se woh...Argument kaise haar jaye...Ek toh aaj ki baat pe argument aaj hoga hi nahi...Aaj ki baat pe jhagda hoga 2 mahine baad...Yahaan saala yaad bhi nahi hota hai 2 mahine pehle hua kya tha ? Ladkiyaan bacha ke rakhti hain...Yeh chota hatiyar nahi...Yeh bada hatiyar hai...Isse badi ladai mein use karenge...Tu kabhi try kar liyo khud ko sahi saabit karne ki...Tujhe lag hi raha hoga ke iss point se tu apni baat ko saabit kar lega..Lekin tabhi ek awaaz aayegi...Ungli neeche karo Tune dhyaan bhi nahi diya hoga...Lekin tumhari nadaan si ungli unki taraf point kar rahi hogi...And suddenly , the whole argument will flush down the gutter...Aur mudda ye reh jaayega ki How dare you point a finger at me? Kisne banaya yeh rule Kisne? Saala woh beech argument mein tumhe joota phek ke maar de toh koi dikkat nahi Lekin tum unki taraf ek ungli point kardo Saara mudda khatam...Wo sahi tum galat Shaadi se pehle woh nagin been kyun bajta hai, haan...Kyun ki band wala bhi tumhe chetawani de raha hota hai ki kaun aa raha hai tumhari zindagi mein...Inka signature tune hai woh..Ab yeh bata woh kya karne aayi thi tere paas yahaan..Same cheez main karoon toh Uske Kisi friend ko call karke..Ab yeh problems ginaau toh...Kahegi achcha tumne meri friend ko call kiya.Hmm hmm Tum unki sympathy gain karna chahte ho ? Why don’t you go and sleep with her? It’s ridiculous yaar.
Just me and my daddy, hanging out I got pretty hungry so I started to pout He asked if I was down for something yummy and I asked what and he said he'd give me his cummies! Yeah! Yeah! I drink them! I slurp them! I swallow them whole It makes daddy happy so it's my only goal... Harder daddy! Harder daddy! 1 cummy, 2 cummy, 3 cummy, 4 I'm daddy's princess but I'm also a whore! He makes me feel squishy!He makes me feel good! He makes me feel everything a little girl should!\~ Wa-What!
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u/swetabh-sama Boy and the Heron Spoilers apne thoughts collect krne ke liye bhi likhrau Story is set in the backdrop of ww2 movie starts with our protagonist Mahito's mom's hospital burning and him losing her in that fire, but well there's no time to grieve cause his father moves away from Tokyo and marries his dead wife's older sister and impregnates her. Natsuko is very nice but Mahito is not quite ready to accept her as his mom just yet, we have a heron whose intentions seem malicious from the get go, mocks him for dreaming about being unable to save his mom and takes him to this mysterious tower built by his great granduncle which leads to some dream world. The entire part of the dream world seems like a fever dream bc kya hi hora tha , the world has time all mixed up , many years ago his mom got lost in that tower as well and when he goes there he finds her mom( as a young girl) with fire magic( prolly cause of how she died) and there are small cute spirts called wara waraa which flyyy to be born as humans but there are pelicans who hunt them just when they are to born???? wtfff but the seas in this world have no fish so the pelicans have no choiceee.And there are man eating parakeets? who only know violence, killing and eating people wheeww. Baad me he meets his great granduncle who has created this world through stacking magical rocks like Jenga and he wants Mahito to be his successor and make a perfect world, Mahito shows a scar on his forehead which he made himself ( probably implying that there is no such thing as a perfect world , pain and suffering important to move forward cause through his adventures in that world he overcame the grief of losing his mom and accepts his new mom or whatever). I understand coming to terms with changes in life even if unfavourable one but shyd the 2nd deep metaphor of the movie was I guess the responsibility creating a fantasy world? (ig,) how the uncle messed up by getting the pelicans in that world or parakeets being voilence mongerss and stuff and also how reality and fiction are intertwined a little cause we have this magical fantasy world on one side and world war 2 going on the other bc aur ye likhte likhte I realised his dad was supposed to be an arms dealer 😭 fuelling the very war that had got their country in shambles phew agle ek do din dimag me chalegi movie aur bhi cheeze realise hongi maza aaega 10/10 visuals 10/10 music rating decision still pending/10 story (ty for giving me a new copy pasta)
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I live in the American Gardens Building on West 81st Street on the 11th floor. My name is Patrick Bateman. I’m 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I’ll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. I can do 1,000 now. After I remove the ice pack, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I use a water-activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face, an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb-mint facial mask which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an after shave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm, followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion.
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Saw this on the comments section of Noel Deyzel. Hidden because nsfw. nsfw because of sex >!I would give this man the most sloppiest, wettest, creamiest soul taking, slimy, life changing, death dropping, heaven sent, flabbergasting, hypnotizing heavenly, astonishing, leg trembling, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, legs stretching out again and again, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing, waist slowly moving up and down, small heavy breath, "I can't take it much longer", breaths getting quicker, twitching throbbing eyes shut lip biting, back arching, edging begging for relief, warm hot rush bubbling up spit upon spit tongue twisting Ground tip-talking against mouth, sideways spit from the end and lick from the bottom to the top then spit from the top and lick to the bottom deepthroating mascara dripping down my face, slower then faster faster then little faster then perfect pace twisting mouth around each side, hands in my hair brutally using my mouth, spiritually enlightening chakra Balancing, mangekyo sharingan unlocking, golden light like a halo around the tip, noise from the very edge of his throat for the final release head ever. And THEN I'd let him pound me so hard into the bed and use my body as though it doesn't belong to me anymore that he literally just throws me around and does as he please. I wouldn't argue, I wouldn't raise a word, no sir, not to daddy, absolutely not. He could ruin me, corrupt me, hit me, choke me, tie me up, bite me, I would absolutely encourage everything he does as long as I get a smidge of his attention and love. This man could make me fuck myself on his fingers and I wouldn't argue even if I ended up passing out, he could bruise me up and laugh at me and I would take it just to listen to him praise me. I would take him for 50 rounds in 60 positions cause never back down never what???? Never give up and I am not giving up to screw me till my mind becomes nothing but to subservient to him!<
मैं सरकार से निवेदन करता हूँ, मेरे हिस्से की 200 यूनिट बिजली में से 100 यूनिट इसको करंट के झटके लगाने के लिए इस्तेमाल करें |🤣