Did you really just say that shit?

Aids exist on this planet , in space , therfore it is space aids.

Thank you for your time.

Alright enough with the back and forth on who is better. I do not think it's even close but you never know. Fyi I have decided not to vote as we are screwed either way.

Science makes me horny... Especially in the Technological kind. Time travel, etc.

(Copypasted from u/Bakinweirdoysters over from r/trueoffmychest): I was 9 when this happened, and am currently 14.

Well, you read the title lol so let's jump into it. Ok so well I wasn't exactly what you could call well in the head, so I was pretty reckless and would do things like put things in my vagina or scratch and scrape it up and stuff, or sometimes put stuff inside of it when I wanted the hole to feel like it was gone so I wouldn't have to think about it. Umm I had a sexually abusive dad and so I really hated myself and had issues with my female genitalia.

Sooo one day I wanted to do something reckless, and decided that I would put a switchblade in myself for the reason of wanting something that would feel like it was filling the hole inside of me so it was like I could be protected in a way or if my dad would try and hurt me he would be putting his member where a knife is or wouldn't do it at all. Sorry if a little tmi lol ik ppl dont wanna hear about rape and stuff, but so I put it inside of myself one day and it was a lot of work actually getting it in, so I had to try and force it in or hop on the bed while sitting to try and get it in deeper, and while I was doing that also slamming stuff in there to push it in deeper so it wouldn't fall out. So I did that, and i started ramming my fingers in there like right against it, and then I think started using a pen to push it in deeper but it kept slipping and then suddenly went off while I was doing it. Well idk why exactly it went off but I was being pretty forceful with it so ig it's not really surprising.

Umm, to describe the pain... u could imagine a steel pole or smthn somehow getting caught in your thing and lodging itself so deep in there it makes a new hole and ur vagina is now on hot white bleeding fiery hell while blood spews out like u made a new fountain in your hoohah. Like a man is pushing a steel pole in there and he just keeps pushing and the pressure is more intense the longer it goes on and he won't stop and it's so deep in there everytime you move it sends shooting pain like all over your body and especially where your genitalia is and you can't move because it's so painful. Ok well maybe that's too graphic. Idk.

Um, I tried not to scream lol but I did make a sound and it was kind of noticeable so maybe my mom heard, it got worse the more I laid still so I had to try and get up and maybe try and get out but it was too painful so I was limping to the door to get my mom and then she came in and I had to pretend at first that I was on period for first time and wanted to go to the hospital but she said we wouldn't need to do that and she went to get some rags and I had to finally tell her what really happened and she freaked out like super bad and so we went and I had to get surgery for it.

Umm yeah. It was pretty bad. Um ig the nurses were super nice to me lol and they didn't judge just felt bad I guess. I remember getting gifts because the other kids heard that I had surgery and wanted to be nice to me after that so lol.

My dad was angry at me for it but he didn't really say anything and my mom didn't really either just that she wished I hadn't done it and that she wanted me to not do it again or if I wanted to put stuff up there she would show me what.

So yeah ig um that's my story, idk. Ig I kind of wanted to get it off my chest because I haven't really told anyone of what I did and I've felt a lot of shame about it. Idk I just kind of wanted to be able to leave it behind in the past especially because I am a trans boy now and I want to kind of leave the history of who I was behind me and everything and be able to start something new.

So, yep.

I witnessed first hand the neighbour asking my boyfriend to forge her late husband’s Last Will & Testament. I wanted to post this as a warning to all that those online Will kits still allow fraud to happen - if you have an evil partner.

The best way to protect your family and ensure that your rights are respected is to have a legal Will witnessed by a lawyer.

I was witness to the evil black widow of a neighbour having her late common law husband’s Last Will and Testament written by my boyfriend. I even called Crime Stoppers to report this and was told there was nothing that could be done. I told the man on the phone from Crime Stoppers that the neighbour had previously had her 1st husband die in his thirties. This was her second partner to pass at such a young age. I let Crime Stoppers know that I had evidence of her having his Last Will and Testament forged - I stated that I could take pictures of everything the neighbour had brought over, a lot of cards, Birthday, Christmas, Mother’s Day, Valentines Cards, all the letters the late C/L husband had ever written, legal documents he had signed, all as an idea of how her late C/L husband would write, so that my boyfriend could match her late husband’s writing style to forge a believable last Will and testament. I also mentioned to Crime Stoppers that there were drafts that my bf had written for the neighbour, so that she could pick the best copy. This man at Crime Stoppers said there was nothing that they could do, as forgery of a Last Will and Testament is too hard to prove. I still asked isn’t this fraud to forge a legal document? Crime Stoppers said it’s not really a crime. I mentioned, the man that passed had two children previously from another woman that were left out of the will and stated that I was not the only to witness to this forgery, even the late man’s mother knew that the common law wife was having her late husbands will written by the neighbour, Crime Stoppers said NOTHING CAN BE DONE! and literally finished the call by hanging up on me. I was shocked as I thought I was calling a professional organization and this man was rude, abrupt, and actually hung up the phone, like I was wasting his time.

I wanted to give this as warning to all that you never know when the day is going to come and your assets left in someone else’s hands - HAVE A LEGAL WILL - Make sure your children are protected & have something to know that you cared enough about them to leave a little something to remember you by.

This all happened last year. I have wanted to post but thought no one would care & I would not want to waste anyone‘a time… but I think that this may help others and prevent evil people from benefiting from someone’s death.

My boyfriend at the time was good friends with his neighbour. This was her second partner to die and she only 47. I could not believe she asked this of my bf. She said she wished that her partner could just come back for a moment to do a will - I was shocked, disgusted actually and not really not happy when she had asked my boyfriend to forge her late C/L husband’s Last Will and Testament to leave everything to her - she knew exactly how to write the will in order for her to be the sole beneficiary. She had written a rough draft to my bf to copy (forge) and pretend it was the late common law husband’s Last Will & Testament - this document was to leave everything to her. In this Will she requested that the house they shared, his business (as he was owner operator), his 2020 Peterbuilt Sleeper Transport Truck, their brand new 35’ RV trailer - All to be left to her. She also stated that she wanted to include in this Will that her late common law husband wanted her to receive the native benefit that the government was giving to all indigenous Canadians. He was Indigenous and she was white.

I asked both of them (as this was all happening right in front of me) “What about his other children from his first marriage?” but she and my boyfriend told me that those kids didn’t deserve anything!! I asked my bf if he had passed what would he think if this was his woman who was taking everything away from his daughter? He didn’t have an answer for me. I knew something was going on between them.

My boyfriend denied it, he would always say how he could never be attracted to her. He said they were just friends. He hid his phone, not that I cared as I trusted him, but I knew that him and the neighbour talked a lot as he would share things that she told him. We were both there for her, as it is difficult to have someone you love die. I questioned my bf a few times if he wanted to be with her and he would say that he didn’t like her! He said he was not attracted at all , her beady little eyes, her dyed straw like hair, her fat ass, and also that she was to short, that he wouldn’t want to bend down to kiss her, he hated that she never shut up, she was always talking and just would not leave, she was not perceptive at all!! He also said that when his buddy (her late C/L husband was alive) he would complain how she spent so much that they were always in debt, his buddy shared all the negative things about her that my bf said there was nothing about her that he could be attached to. What a pathetic lier!! They started seeing each other and had a secret affair, she won tickets to a hockey game and took him - he lied and said he had gone with his boss. The lies were getting to be more and more that I knew it was time to be done. When I was taking my clothes and a few personal items from his house, I had asked why he couldn’t be honest with me? Why couldn’t he tell me that he was with the neighbour- the fight was pretty bad, he tossed me around like a rag doll, pinned me down and told me to hurry up and leave or I was getting nothing. I said to him I can’t believe you gave up on me and that our four year relationship was done. He told me that the neighbour had more money than me, she has a house and that she is healthier than me too - it broke my heart - (I have a rare autoimmune disorder) literally I was in a bad place as it was a terrible way to let me know that he and the neighbour were now together. I did ask him if he and the neighbour did something to cause her late C/L husband to die? Wrong question to ask an angry violent man as he took my stuff to my car and told me to leave and never come back. This happened at the beginning of this year and it’s taken a lot to come to terms with it all. I just wonder how long they were cheating behind my back as they are both the biggest cheats I have ever known.

I know I provided more details than needed… but there are evil people out there. Who take from children just so they can benefit. Protect yourself!

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i have seen so many abaondoned places with stuff around the world. Why is that?

So, I just cummed in my hand then put hand sanitizer on it. Like a good bit. Then, after a minute or so, I let the hand sanitizer fall if my hand, than I got the cum out of my hand, and it was pure white, and gelatinous. Like a stringy rubbery white blob

I've dumped at least 20-30 pounds of cum over the last 3 years, wether mine or someone else's.

I was in the car with my boyfriend. We were driving through an old town, but I couldn't see any landmarks. It was getting dark so we decided to ask some locals where we could find an inn. They all suggested the house of an old man (65-ish, Jim or Tim) and his two grown kids- female (didn't catch her name but she was blonde) and a son. They were somewhat confused by us, but the old man invited us inside and led us to a nice looking room. We sat down on the bed and I guess we dozed off, because when I opened my eyes we were chained to the inside of a barn and the tips of my fingers were burnt. I dozed off again. The next morning the woman came and unchained us. She seemed rushed to get us out, but couldn't help us all that much. She took us to the kitchen where we had breakfast, still in a daze and trying to make sense of it all. I looked through the kitchen at a slightly open door, asked the woman what's in there and she said: "Father sleeps until noon and then it starts." Having no idea what the hell she is talking about I tried to get her to tell me more but she refused in a creepily cheery way. Smiling at me while she drank tea with both her hands on the mug, then looking down at it in a sad and anticipating way. Noon comes and the old man steps out of the door holding two pitchforks and pullovers. He wants us to break ground. We obey, but he still whips us. I could see the woman turn away in sympathy. The other man was cheering and waving at us from the barn. Night was creeping in and the once empathetic blonde woman now had an evil look on her face. She grabbed me by my arm and stuck a needle in my neck, as I collapsed I could see she did the same to my boyfriend. I woke once more and found deep lacerations on my arms and legs. I could hear the blonde woman argue with the younger man outside. Then she came in and rushed towards us, as if she had forgotten all about the night before. She then came closer to me and whispered in my ear "it's not my fault, father makes me". Once again she took us to the kitchen for breakfast and explain to us that each of them had a certain amount of time to be themselves until they turned into "evil people". She said that this is because father beat them and fed them drugs as children and that they don't know where they come from. A few days pass with this new schedule we've learnt- morning time was good, noon was father's time, and night time was her time which she used only to sedate us then torture us. One day we woke up with a plan to escape. We managed to get out on foot and ran into town, but it would seem that there were individuals who where in on it and would bring us back to Father. We were punished of course. She didn't sedate us that night. The next morning she was cheerful again and asked us to only try it in the early morning- before father woke up. So we did, we took the car we came in, asked her to come with us, but she refused: "Father would make me cut myself open." We raced out of there but must have startled Father because we could hear him screaming at us. He followed us with his son behind the wheel. We got as far as the highway before meeting face to face with one of father's friends who then proceeded to try to ram us. I don't know if it was skill or adrenaline, but my boyfriend evaded him faster than I could think. We managed to get away and drive to the next town where we went directly to the police station and told them everything. It would seem the nightmare was about to end, but we had grown attached to the woman. We went to the house with the police and the "SWAT" teams, where they found the younger man hogtied and beaten in the barn. Father was sipping his thick coffee on the porch and the woman was standing in the kitchen, face swollen and bruised. It would turn out Father never had kids, instead he stole them from a playground 30 years ago, raised them to be monsters, abused them, and forced them to commit horrendous crimes. They never had a chance. Father was sent to maximum security prison awaiting death row, while Rosie and Samual went to a mental hospital. I visit her still. All is well. Until nightfall...

This is gonna sound weird, but my donut tastes like Semen.

What really fuels my drive as a 29 year old man is my desire to do whatever is necessary to provide my family with the life that they deserve. One quote that has bounced around over and over again in the space between my ears is this: "The scars remind us that the past is real", but then again, I thought it was supposed to be: "everyday is a new day", or "mistakes are where all the learning is done young man". So many quotes and lessons that I have tried to live my life by. As I grow older, I see all of the mistakes that were made by our "caretakers" that proudfully wear the title of the greatest generation. The one thing that I learned from anybody close to me that was older was this: "Don't be sorry, be better" or if you expend any kind of couped up energy from sitting in church services, you get the belt or a good ear tug. Or maybe you get to sit in a room for an hour worried about how mad Dad is as you await your trial. "You can't make mistakes, mistakes are how people die." What in the flying F**K IS THAT?!? Mistakes can be made, and they will continue to be made on a daily basis because that is how we learn. We learn how to turn our negative, and in some cases traumatic experiences, into positive, beneficial lessons for our children. So that they are better equipped to face the problems that we struggled through and almost broke to. My job is to raise them in a safe environment where they are allowed to make mistakes, so that they can grow and one day be strong enough to take on the world without Mom and Dad, even though Mom and Dad will always be there with them. Whether that be in person, in thought, or in spirit.

Men are rapping FEMALE DOGS. https://www.instagram.com/reel/C4jF9DrPPk3/?igsh=aGZkbnZ0YThrdWMz Mentally how can a person do that? Let's discuss why men actually don't do that and let's shame the ones who do. Tf

Nail photos but taken on hands wrapped around cocks

It’s 8:48 AM on a Sunday in May, with a backdrop of deep house music as you recap a recent outing.

You woke up early today, around 6 AM, angry at the fucking world! Begrudgingly, you got up and hobbled to put on some clothes to go for a walk. This is the first time in a while that you ventured into the outside world. The reason for this absence is due to your newly minted enemy. An enemy that has forced you to walk with a cane temporarily. Imagine an old, grumpy man yelling at the local youth to get off his lawn with a stern scowl. That is what the enemy has reduced you to — a once able-bodied individual now limping around the mean streets. This enemy is none other than a tree guard. Yes, a tree guard. You had to google the name of that fucker because WTF, why do trees need guards? When did a tree need to hire fucking security to protect it? Fuck that tree. Fuck that metal piece of shit! Sometimes there’s not even a tree there. WTF. Yes, maybe you should watch where you walk. Fuck off! You tripped. You had a nice fall. A possible fracture. An ankle sprain. Been on the IL for three weeks now. With bouts of cabin fever.

All due to a fucking tree guard!

Let’s not get sidetracked, though. This walk had the soundtrack of sounds from South Brooklyn, with a cane tapping along with every step while hobbling down the sidewalk. You try to take in the sounds of the cars, the wind, the trees rustling around, with birds chirping and a faint sound of sirens. There is a beauty outside as you walk down the sidewalk to the park that’s around the corner, a block away. All this life, and you ignore it all to see a more than average amount of people outside running this morning. Fuck them! Rubbing their ability to run and walk, lapping past you as you struggle down the sidewalk. You are now an able-bodied racist! Looking to shove your cane up somebody’s rear end the next time they lap you. That’s beside the point, though. You are rehabbing, and this is a time to reflect, a time to ponder. You start making promises to yourself as it now takes you five minutes to walk five steps. You are going to get better! You are going to make moves! This shit is temporary and…

And someone just lapped you again! Asshole!

Inside the park, there is much activity. People playing basketball, walking dogs, doing rajio taiso (you had to google that shit as well), and running, etcetera, etcetera. You continue to be both motivated and loathing of all this commotion early in the AM. You remember when you used to play ball. How you weren’t good at first but, with practice, you got a little better and then you stopped. You remember going on walks and runs to stay fit and active because you could. Then you think racist thoughts of crippling everyone who continues to run or walk past you. You also think about how, when you walk in a group, you have to sometimes account for prime walking real estate being removed by an inconvenient metal piece of shit. You know what…

FUUCCKK that fucking tree guard that takes up space on the motherfucking sidewalk!

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My ex girlfriend and myself had a pretty fiery relationship. We had broken up and she had started dating a new guy we worked with roughly within 2 months. Instead of moving on with her new boo thang she kept messaging me and acting like we would be together, promising that it could all go back to normal. She was dating him and screwing me on the side for months. I told him about it after I found out they were dating. Keep in mind this is all taking place over a year after breaking up. She calls me up one day saying that she needs me, saying she is gonna kill herself. So I come to the rescue, pay her bills while she takes work off for a month or so, look after her kids while she sleeps all day etc etc. So it’s around my birthday and I find out she’s still messaging him, and I’m being stupid because I didn’t walk away at this exact moment. A month later we find out that we’re pregnant and I’m ecstatic that we are/were having a kid. It was very short lived, it had miscarried. It was the most horrible moment I’ve had so far in my life…. Well that is until she pulled it out of the toilet and held it for an hour. And then she decided to put it in the freezer to freeze until she could burry it. I haven’t told anyone this ever… what are your thoughts?

so i’ll start this off by saying not too long ago i had taco bell for the first time,it was pretty good and unlike the stories i did not have intense chorro.today i decided to get taco bell again(my second time ever eating taco bell),i got a baja blast,crunch wrap,the crunch taco,and cinnamon twist,so i ate it all and i was just finishing my crunch wrap and i expected everything to go as lastime,let’s just say..it did not.i literally sharted and ran to the bathroom and im telling you it wasn’t even chorro that thing was coming out like a open faucet,it was horrible and one the worst experiences of my life.i am never getting taco bell again,i have learnt my lesson.😕💔 p.s wtf do they put in that devilish food.this is a warning for everybody dont go to that diabolical place.🙅‍♀️

(So TW for mentions of Self H, this is like in 2015)

Back in high school I started to develop depression and didn’t run with a good crowd that encouraged the SH. One day after school we were still in the car in our driveway when my step mom started to notice and ask why I’d were sweaters even on hot days. That’s when I felt cornered and had to show her what was underneath my sleeves. She didn’t respond out of empathy or comfort, instead she yelled at me and telling me how dare I do this to myself and “vandalize the body that god gave me”.

I cried, she yelled, then said she was gonna take me somewhere. I just kept quiet and sniffled till we got to our destination. A cemetery. But not just to look at any random grave no- she took me to a specific plot of land that had graves of infants.

We stepped out of the car, and she made me read the ages and time of deaths of all of these kids who most of them only lasted days from being born. Then said something along the lines of “You have your life, you should be grateful because they didn’t even get the chance.”

Now I think, I see what she was trying to do here-… She was trying to get me to appreciate my life.

However unfortunately- this rather had the complete opposite effect. If I hadn’t already wanted to unalive before, I DEFINITELY wanted to even more from how sorry I felt for all of these kids I had to read off. I felt so damn guilty for feeling this way. I don’t think it crossed her mind how terribly traumatizing it’d be to read the graves of DEAD CHILDREN to help your child not harm themselves then instead of figuring out the root cause to why.

I cried a bit more as she kept talking to me, I don’t remember most of it. We were sitting on the grass and she looked off into the distance, then said “I actually used to do SH too.” (YEBVIEHDNCIEDU) THE FUCKIN WHIPLASH I GOT FROM HEARING THAT AFTER A BEAT OF SILENCE-

After that day I earned some trauma but hey, I stopped harming. I’ve told this story to close friends and they’d be horrified with jaws dropped. It was definitely one of those “What, that’s not normal?” Stories but I’m wondering if anyone else has wild ass stories too. Lemme know Reddit.

(Btw I’m much better now, much older and medicated. Sertraline gang where you at? ✌️)

My ex let me lick his eyeball. I wanted to know what it would feel like.

It was an awesome love. There was nothing we couldn’t do it try. We were in our late 30s at the time.

Slave: Yes master, Right away master- starts cooking master the best goddamn Mac n cheese he’s ever had

On the night of March 4, 2024, 29-year-old Jessica Jeneva and 28-year-old Jackie Jasmine, were at a bar in downtown Manhattan when they met 28-year-old Jackie Richards and 28-year-old Jack Stine.

Jeneva and Jasmine were from St. Louis, Missouri, and were visiting New York City for the weekend. Richards lived with Stine in nearby Jersey City.

Stine bought 3.5g of cannabis and a bottle of tequila, then the four returned to Richards's and Stine's apartment in Jersey City.

Jeneva and Jasmine then asked if they could get a lift home back to St. Louis, to which both Richards and Stine agreed.

While in St. Louis, there car had broken down over a railway crossing. Everyone got out, but an oncoming train had destroyed their car.

Richards and Stine then took a train home from St. Louis back to Newark.

-my Christian sister @ me, who had just broken up with a very abusive ex who punched holes out of the wall and threw objects during arguments.

My ex said he and the guys would all each watch gay porn to test if they were gay.. If they watched it and got ykw, then they were. If not, no. My ex told me he watched for 7 minutes. Is this a guy thing?

Kelsey Adams, was a 28-year-old doctor from Kingston, Ontario. Rebecca Jones, was a 29-year-old cashier from Red Deer, Alberta.

The two were great friends, and one night Kelsey and Rebecca were visiting Niagara Falls, Ontario, looking to sell 100 grams of crystal meth.

They were at a local bar just outside the falls to make a deal with the owner, who was buying the 100 grams of meth for $10,000.

Meanwhile, 28-year-old Walter Whitehall, was a highschool chemistry teacher from Welland, Ontario.

While Kelsey and Rebecca were inside the bar looking for the owner, Walter broke into their car, stole the meth, and began running away like a mother fucker.

But then Kelsey and Rebecca noticed their car had just been broken into, and saw Walter running away. They then began chasing after him.

Walter was a very fast runner, but Kelsey and Rebecca were retardedly fast runners.

They caught up to him, beat his ass and got their meth back.

They went back to the bar, sold the meth to the owner, who was soon arrested for possession of a controlled substance. He then gave details of Kelsey and Rebecca's car to the police.

But Kelsey and Rebecca burned their car, and took The Retard Express from Toronto, Ontario to Edmonton, Alberta, and were never caught nor suspected by local police.

Walter Whitehall, was soon fired from J.P. Wayne High School, after making a sexual advantage on the Principal.

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