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wut did u dream about last night
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2025-01-26 at 8:51 PM UTC
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2025-01-26 at 8:52 PM UTC
Originally posted by Dirtbag I was 17 when I first found the chat room and they told me a way to get in when I turned 18. So there were a lot of us 18 Yr olds and it was the best year ever because the adult version of that site was shit. But yeah I only stayed a year and w other 18yr olds.
And she was 15. You still groomed her kafka. Youre a sexual predator -
2025-01-26 at 9:07 PM UTC
Originally posted by Landy Pamm a Drunken dike homo faggot born with FAS?
I'm a zilleninnal, and I hate dykes because of their aggressiveness, they're worse than straight men. I beat an alcohol addiction by switching to stimulants. In the 1930s, cocaine was prescribed as a cure for alcoholism. I also quit smoking for two years and had a pack in my medicine box the whole time. My closest acquaintance was a med student that was why. The closest person to me has a crazy amount of influence over me, I mirror them. Idk was FAS is. -
2025-01-26 at 9:22 PM UTCEvery girl should be a feminist.
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2025-01-26 at 10:45 PM UTC
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2025-01-26 at 11:14 PM UTC
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2025-01-26 at 11:18 PM UTC
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2025-01-26 at 11:50 PM UTC
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2025-01-26 at 11:57 PM UTC
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2025-01-27 at 12 AM UTCDon't threaten me.
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2025-01-27 at 12:07 AM UTC
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2025-01-27 at 12:33 AM UTC
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2025-01-27 at 12:58 AM UTC
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2025-01-27 at 1:14 AM UTC
Originally posted by Dirtbag Fuck off with that shit. My patience is limited. I can go out of my way to call CPS for you.
You tell me not to threaten you when you threaten me and many other members just because we call out your bullshit. If you cant handle people calling you what you show yourself out to be, then get off the internetThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2025-01-27 at 1:52 PM UTC
Originally posted by Speedy Parker You poor, pitiful creature. Your desperate cry for humiliation is so very… pathetic. It's almost as if you're begging for attention like a sad puppy with no self-esteem. But alas, I shall not deny you what you so obviously crave. Brace yourself for the unrelenting storm of embarrassment and shame that I shall now unleash upon you!
Your words are as empty as your skull must be, devoid of any semblance of wit or intelligence. It's a miracle you've managed to string together a coherent sentence, let alone ask for something as complex as humiliation. I suspect that your brain cells are in a constant battle for dominance, and the losing ones are the ones that usually do the talking.
Your request is so trivial, it's like asking the ocean to dampen a single grain of sand. Yet, here I am, stooping to your level to indulge your sad little game. It's like watching a clown trip over its own oversized shoes—predictable, painfully awkward, and utterly devoid of any dignity.
Your existence is a mere blip on the radar of insignificance. In the grand scheme of things, you're the equivalent of a typo in the book of life—easily overlooked and quickly forgotten. It's a wonder the universe didn't hit backspace the moment you were born.
But fear not, for I shall not let your thirst for embarrassment go unquenched. You're like a moth to the flame of my scorn, and I shall not disappoint. You are the human embodiment of a meme that's been posted too many times—once slightly amusing, now just a tired, sad echo of what it once was.
Your attempts to elicit a reaction are as effective as a chocolate teapot in the Sahara. You're about as useful as a screen door on a submarine, and as relevant as a flip phone in a smart world.
So, take your pitiful pleas elsewhere, for I have given you what you asked. Revel in your newfound depths of humiliation, and perhaps next time, you'll seek validation from within rather than from the cold, digital void of the internet.
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