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While the person who coined this phrase was probably a commissar of some type tasked with shutting down newspapers or worked for one of those corporations that spoon feeds indigenous children heavy metals, it is a phrase that carries a certain amount of truth.
I understood the truth of this statement while eating dinner tonight. My mom drunkenly had a conversation with a family friend about she and her twin sister both used to date and live with the same guy for a number of months. Luckily I only heard a few snippets before the blood shooting out of my ears started to coagulate.
You see how my life would be less terrible if I didn't know my mom engaged in a menage a trois during the 1970's? Can you see how I might not hate my life if I had not known this? Do you see how happiness might escape me because of this?
And all of this while trying to read an essay on Freud's theory on the monstrous womb.
Fun Fact: My mom and my aunt were Double-Mint Twins once.
My parents kept some encyclopedia-sized sex book on our bookshelf when I was a little kid. I got the courage to pull it down and open it up when they were out one day, and was greeted by wonderful 70s-era megabush
When I was twelve me and my girlfriend were rummaging through a dresser in her parents room. We found edible panties, strap ons, whips, handcuffs and all kinds of assorted sex lotions.
I found a whip in my father's drawer when I was a child. I didn't know what it meant then.
Now it's...yeah...
Your dad was a closet jockey?
Or was he a jockey-based vigilante?
I tried to tell myself that.
But one day I had to talk to him while he was on the computer, so I knocked and went in and my eyes glanced over to the monitor and "BDSM Stories on Literotica" was minimized on the task bar.
I found a whip in my father's drawer when I was a child. I didn't know what it meant then.
Now it's...yeah...
Your dad was a closet jockey?
Or was he a jockey-based vigilante?
I tried to tell myself that.
But one day I had to talk to him while he was on the computer, so I knocked and went in and my eyes glanced over to the monitor and "BDSM Stories on Literotica" was minimized on the task bar.
Ugh.
That website is the worst, too. I mean, if I have to hear about "piping hot cum" or how much a vagina feels like silk, I am just going to scream.
except it was like this big bulky floor-buffer shaped thing that had to have been used for back massages and most certainly could not have fit in a vagina
except it was like this big bulky floor-buffer shaped thing that had to have been used for back massages and most certainly could not have fit in a vagina
I've been too good a listener to my mother in the past, to the extent that sometimes she forgets I'm her daughter and treats me more like her psychiatrist
This has meant listening to lurid details of my dad's numerous affairs
I've been too good a listener to my mother in the past, to the extent that sometimes she forgets I'm her daughter and treats me more like her psychiatrist
This has meant listening to lurid details of my dad's numerous affairs
Posts
(aww yeah bro that was a sick burn)
and even then they usually use "twins"
no call for that, bro
I meant that I'm going to jerk it non-stop 24/7 to this.
Now it's...yeah...
Her parents were freaks.
Shit happens.
Doesn't really bother me.
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Or was he a jockey-based vigilante?
Fine as hell.
I tried to tell myself that.
But one day I had to talk to him while he was on the computer, so I knocked and went in and my eyes glanced over to the monitor and "BDSM Stories on Literotica" was minimized on the task bar.
OH GOD I USED MY MOMS BACK MASSAGER ON MY BACK WHEN I WAS A KID
OH MY GOD MY BRAIN
Before you were born, your parents fucked in every room of the house.
Even your room.
That website is the worst, too. I mean, if I have to hear about "piping hot cum" or how much a vagina feels like silk, I am just going to scream.
Just think about how much happiness was produced in that act, though.
Secret Satan
except it was like this big bulky floor-buffer shaped thing that had to have been used for back massages and most certainly could not have fit in a vagina
I hope
shaking my head at you
she rode it hard
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oh no
Oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
This has meant listening to lurid details of my dad's numerous affairs
But man...is your mother at least hot, penguin
Is she an identical twin
Does it matter?
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I was suggesting that you were conceived during one of these incestuous threesomes.
And, yeah, she's identical. None of this bogus fraternal twin bullshit.
You...you need to know Rachel?