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Please describe to us the most extreme example of something you have witnessed
what's the worst water you've ever drank?
mommy!
One time I saw a passing truck driver. He whipped out a bugle horn. Yup.
I forgot to clarify: I didn't know what that was, until I saw it. I had to ask him the very next day. He lived just around the corner, so it was no hassle for him. He took his sweet time, and I'll remember that.
Dead body water
so it was a self driving truck ?
Not the water from Kentucky.
the cia does not exist and i can’t prove that
so why don’t you for me?
You mean like the water Dumbledore drank at the Things Betwixt in part 6
I have heard about Kentucky from someone here who said he was a truck driver
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Well, maybe don't tell anyone about this yet, but I have a theory that maybe self-driving trucks just aren't meant to replace people (yet). There will always be an element of driving that is innately human, and I can't see any robots ever surpassing that, at least not until far far away, as far as possible from the near future. It's as ever likely to be now as a duck's going to shit a 1000 miles from home and land its droppings on the same person's head.
I know that from playing Mad MAx and making spiritual communion with the AI therein, who gave me the most amazing euphoria i've ever felt.......
I chased the oil convoy around a mountain for 2 hours, and I came soo close... hnnhehe
OR BETTER YET HOW ABOUT I SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU BVBZZZZZZZZZZ CAREFUL NOW BZZZZZ SPALT SPLSAT SPILL BABY STEPS BEFORE WE CAN WALK BE A GIRL VUBZUZUZUZUTUT EASY NOW. WHY DONT YOU GO GET ME SOME PUNCH HAHAHAHA AND THEN ILL TELL YOU ABOUT THE CIA! HAHA!
you're fucking me and this entire thread. leave this place in shame.
i am a girl how’d you know?
Someone here told me about Sydney Airport
I'm just telling you about the best high I've ever felt
That's it that's the whole story
I take DXM maybe once a week but I wasn't on it at the time
I was able to infer the girl next to me loved to engage in raw and intimate sex, with a splash on the vanilla side: and then everything goes graphic judging by the imprints under her bracelet: they showed markings of a size12 nylon rope, hitched to the back of a pickup truck. I could just tell she was a naughty girl, so I asked her, "Did you have any raw and violent sexual intercourse in the pass, say, hmm, I don't know, 48 hours?". She looked at me flushed. Got her. I asked her if I could exam her wrists more closely to confirm my theory, and she lent me her hand. I could tell she had been taken proper from the back, and spit-roast like a pig, served like roast duck on a filet Mignon.
I knew that wasn't going to showcase my best penchant for analysis, but at any rate, you get why I'm this way now, right?
This explains your brain damage at least
>non addictive and comprehensively tested
>only legal psychedellic
>brain damage
whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhat
dude you're talking to someone who's drank 4 gallons of robotussin in his life. like i am fucked my man.
sex doesn’t exist, silly!
but i still like you more than a friend!
her*
you are brain damaged tho£
ya he is brain damaged. i found this place just because it fills the void dxm left for me, and not surprisingly, everyone on here is a dex addict anyway.
well then you've come to the right place
This is the home of blood ministration
you need only unravel its mystery first
but where's an insider like yourself to begin?
Well how about the story of Sally, who went completely insane when she found out that clean blue flames exist, after a lifetime of heating heroin in a spoon with a candle flame
they used to inject people with DXM. Have you tried that?
So you're just a casual DXM user, then. I see
I actually study it to a professional extent.
Bye
I’d say its been 8 or 9 years since the last time I rammed a stick of butter up my ass while jerking off and fingering my asshole. I did it because it felt really good but that’s not the point of this story. I want to tell you of the events proceeding this fateful masturbation.
I’m sitting there watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and around 15 minutes go by and I feel a sticky wetness on my ass cheeks and ballsack. This is when I realized that the butter I had shoved up my asshole had melted and leaked out onto my couch and it had a very distinct putrid stench to it. It had mixed with my shit to create something far worse than shit. It was probably the worst thing I’ve smelt in all my life. It actually smelt many times worse than the time I had stuck a pickle up my asshole and forgot about until the morning after.
While standing there taking in this wonderfully putrid smell I realize that I cannot be the only one to smell this. So I walked quickly upstairs with my ass cheeks clenched not wanting to spill a drop of my shit butter. I pull out from my sock drawer a heavy woolen sock and unload the contents of my asshole into it. I thought the smell was bad before. I now had the urge to do a barrel roll out my window to escape the horrid odor. I quickly tied the top of the sock and left my house.
As I walked down the street a brownish-yellow liquid slowly dripped from the bottom of the sock. The neighborhood kids became very curious as to what was going on and as they approached they caught a whiff of the putrid smell emanating from the sock. This is when Joanna, my neighbors 13 year old daughter vomited what looked like a freshly eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich all over the street. I nearly came in my pants at that moment. I had the sickest hard on.
Your fortune: Good news will come to you by mail
I finally made it to my local grocery store. An epic journey it had been. Every asshole in the vicinity could smell the putrid odor but nobody knew where it came from. I can still hear them in my mind. “What the fuck is that smell.” “This smell is so bad I think I am going to kill myself with a hammer” one man said. I even saw a fellow depraved maniac in the corner of my eye. I could tell because he had the same smile that I did. He was laughing with the same glee. I’m sure he’s raped a severely mentally challenged child in his lifetime. I know I have.
That’s when I saw him. The old nigger who sat in front of shoprite saying hello to every asshole strolling by. I fucking hated this man. I couldn’t tell you why. I just hated him. He could smell my shit butter. I could tell because he was gasping for air. I quickly approached him thinking “this will be the greatest day of my life. Nothing could stop me now.” This is when I felt a sudden burst. I realized later that I had shot a load off in my pants right at that moment.
I was arms length from the nigger now. I clenched the sock tight with both hands and swung it at the niggers face with all my might. I hit him in the cheek with such force that the brownish-liquid had sprayed out all over his face. He immediately threw up. I sat back laughing as he washed out his eyes with bottled water. He asked “why?” and I responded by dumping the rest of the socks contents on his head. Truly, I did it for the lulz.
While everybody was distracted I walked into shoprite and quickly shoved as many apples as I could up my ass. It was 4. I left shoprite with the most satisfaction I have ever felt in my life. I remember thinking “wow, I’m such a great person, I get 4 free apples, and I get to go home and jerk off to CP.”
When I think back on that day, I can always remember how sweet those apples tasted. Nothing sweeter.
thanks for all your hard work
"tosses dossier into trash without reading it"
Thank u next
let me whisper of rattling tongue
the demise i have yet to see some
thou seeks dirt thou seeks the merchant
taste mine thumb and be in fortunate
O taste taste such an excruciating
fine such a talented creating
are you friends with madeline ping ?
do you know about the child studies related to administrating doses of dxm to kids with pddnos?
>When I think back on that day, I can always remember how sweet those apples tasted. Nothing sweeter.
savet
Thanks for the suggestion I'll get right on that *rolls eyes*
haha is that like an "ironic comeback" (like birdman at the grammies!!!)?
if you were the CIA its not like we would exactly have a choice in the matter anyway, but beare likes that milk is finally cheaper than gasoline, so will go along
Step 1: Ask the beare out to dinner.
Step 2: Take her to that italian place downtown. You know, the fancy one, not the olive garden.
Step 3: Order some Wine with your meal. let the Server pick it out.
Step 4: Compliment her on her eyes and fur. Listen to her worries and always keep eye contact. Smile, but don't look so eager that you look like you're going eat her face off.
Step 5: After finishing the meal (which you paid for), take her back to your place. On the way to the door, be sure to say "I had a nice time with you tonight."
Step 6: Fiddle with your keys for a minute and drop them. Bend down, and on your way up, accidentally bump into her, playfully, of course. Laugh it off.
Step 7: Turn to her and lean in for a kiss. Nothing deep, just a nice shallow kiss.
Step 8: Invite her in. have candles ready to light, preferably rose scented. Light them and invite her to freshen up in the bathroom.
Step 9: While she's gone, put on some romantic music. When she comes back, tell her she looks beautiful.
Step 10: Sit together and cuddle on the couch for a bit. When the mood is right and she seems sleepy, whisper "wanna take this to the bedroom?".
Step 11: Take her to your bed and kiss her on her shoulders, rubbing them sensually. While she's moaning, reach into the side table for your tools.
Step 12: Take out the box of Q-Tips and wet one end with your mouth and gently insert it 3/8" into her vaginal cavity. Gently rotate until she's satisfied.
Basically the CIA has the right to detain you in any circumstance related or interrelated to your actual involve-ed-ness on the premises of a circumveened location falling upward of a 60kHz noise barrier that'd prevent you from muddin', truckin', slippin' or sloshing anywhere near the president, sir.
It means you are about to lose your chance to have a conversation with me
well we wouldnt want that
jealous ill pop that beare cherry?¿?
I thought Olive Garden was the fancy one. Boy, if I knew McDonalds was the fancy one all these years, I'd had taken her to Olive Garden instead.
I'd be genuinely curious about any research you're purportedly involved in, that's about as genuwine a question I can be.
That's cool. Thanks for letting me know you're interested.
I don't remember even acknowledging your existence and now you walk up to me here of all places and think we are old chums? I think not.
>Step 1: Ask the beare out to dinner.
alright but your paying
>Step 2: Take her to that italian place downtown. You know, the fancy one, not the olive garden.
beare can't eat tomatoes, acid reflux and such. but most places serve steak and potatoes
>Step 3: Order some Wine with your meal. let the Server pick it out.
Tarantula tequlia and you have to stay at the restaurant while beare buys a monster and comes back
>Step 4: Compliment her on her eyes and fur. Listen to her worries and always keep eye contact. Smile, but don't look so eager that you look like you're going eat her face off.
beare can assure you, beares eyes will be on the plate.
>Step 5: After finishing the meal (which you paid for), take her back to your place. On the way to the door, be sure to say "I had a nice time with you tonight."
beare would then give you a bro fist.
>Step 6: Fiddle with your keys for a minute and drop them. Bend down, and on your way up, accidentally bump into her, playfully, of course. Laugh it off.
beare would give you plenty of room
>Step 7: Turn to her and lean in for a kiss. Nothing deep, just a nice shallow kiss.
beare prefers women
>Step 8: Invite her in. have candles ready to light, preferably rose scented. Light them and invite her to freshen up in the bathroom.
beare would decline
>Step 9: While she's gone, put on some romantic music. When she comes back, tell her she looks beautiful.
and your masturbating
>Step 10: Sit together and cuddle on the couch for a bit. When the mood is right and she seems sleepy, whisper "wanna take this to the bedroom?".
that is awkwardly similar to how the last woman got with beare
>Step 11: Take her to your bed and kiss her on her shoulders, rubbing them sensually. While she's moaning, reach into the side table for your tools.
no toys, just primal instinct
>Step 12: Take out the box of Q-Tips and wet one end with your mouth and gently insert it 3/8" into her vaginal cavity. Gently rotate until she's satisfied.
zZzZzZzZ
I see that you are very serious, but the problem is I don't have a way to verify how much you know to know any further what to say, and despite your apprehension to open up, I do know you want genuine social interaction.
beare is a proud lesbian-nationalist
>>Step 1: Ask the beare out to dinner.
>alright but your paying
read b4 u write dipshit
>>Step 2: Take her to that italian place downtown. You know, the fancy one, not the olive garden.
>beare can't eat tomatoes, acid reflux and such. but most places serve steak and potatoes
good to know
>>Step 3: Order some Wine with your meal. let the Server pick it out.
>Tarantula tequlia and you have to stay at the restaurant while beare buys a monster and comes back
you dont drink tequila at fancy restraunts stupid, and monster is right out 2
>>Step 4: Compliment her on her eyes and fur. Listen to her worries and always keep eye contact. Smile, but don't look so eager that you look like you're going eat her face off.
>beare can assure you, beares eyes will be on the plate.
what a rude cunt, and you have such pretty eyes 2
>>Step 5: After finishing the meal (which you paid for), take her back to your place. On the way to the door, be sure to say "I had a nice time with you tonight."
>beare would then give you a bro fist.
B&R
>>Step 6: Fiddle with your keys for a minute and drop them. Bend down, and on your way up, accidentally bump into her, playfully, of course. Laugh it off.
>beare would give you plenty of room
o-ok
>>Step 7: Turn to her and lean in for a kiss. Nothing deep, just a nice shallow kiss.
>beare prefers women
i thought you were a woman, then why did you say yes to the date?
debil tribbs
>>Step 8: Invite her in. have candles ready to light, preferably rose scented. Light them and invite her to freshen up in the bathroom.
>beare would decline
fine, i dont need you GOD!
>>Step 9: While she's gone, put on some romantic music. When she comes back, tell her she looks beautiful.
>and your masturbating
2 u disembowled mby
>>Step 10: Sit together and cuddle on the couch for a bit. When the mood is right and she seems sleepy, whisper "wanna take this to the bedroom?".
>that is awkwardly similar to how the last woman got with beare
dont talk about exs on a date gosh
>>Step 11: Take her to your bed and kiss her on her shoulders, rubbing them sensually. While she's moaning, reach into the side table for your tools.
>no toys, just primal instinct
alright thats good
>>Step 12: Take out the box of Q-Tips and wet one end with your mouth and gently insert it 3/8" into her vaginal cavity. Gently rotate until she's satisfied.
>zZzZzZzZ
yknow sex is a two way street beare, lets hear your input
0/10 date beare a massove tease
i wonder what he meant by this
>>>Step 1: Ask the beare out to dinner.
>>alright but your paying
>read b4 u write dipshit
I did :^)
>>>Step 2: Take her to that italian place downtown. You know, the fancy one, not the olive garden.
>>beare can't eat tomatoes, acid reflux and such. but most places serve steak and potatoes
>good to know
>>>Step 3: Order some Wine with your meal. let the Server pick it out.
>>Tarantula tequlia and you have to stay at the restaurant while beare buys a monster and comes back
>you dont drink tequila at fancy restraunts stupid, and monster is right out 2
beare only trust tarantula with his alcohol
>>>Step 4: Compliment her on her eyes and fur. Listen to her worries and always keep eye contact. Smile, but don't look so eager that you look like you're going eat her face off.
>>beare can assure you, beares eyes will be on the plate.
>what a rude cunt, and you have such pretty eyes 2
thats how i get most my dates ;)
>>>Step 5: After finishing the meal (which you paid for), take her back to your place. On the way to the door, be sure to say "I had a nice time with you tonight."
>>beare would then give you a bro fist.
>B&R
>>>Step 6: Fiddle with your keys for a minute and drop them. Bend down, and on your way up, accidentally bump into her, playfully, of course. Laugh it off.
>>beare would give you plenty of room
>o-ok
>>>Step 7: Turn to her and lean in for a kiss. Nothing deep, just a nice shallow kiss.
>>beare prefers women
>i thought you were a woman, then why did you say yes to the date?
thats an easy enough mistake to make, plus free dinner. beare kinda used to be a trap-escort in highschool, beare had both male and female clientele
glad you're all posting in MY thread :^) C YA