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>>734077352
tits or GTFO

post tits or GTFO

sick

>>734082587
Change her hair color and cum on her face!
Show tits

if he* cut his hair, then yes.

>>734081931
>Balls
>her

Fuck off

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>>734081931

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>>734080353
So, I tried upgrading my January 2017 Hangshi spinner with ceramic bearings in the leaves and a TC60 titanium bearing in the center. I had to experiment with some different types of lubricant, but finally settled on plain old WD-40 because the silicone sprays cost a lot more and weren't performing any better. The center action is now much better. The problem I'm now having is that the ceramic bearings are now spinning a little TOO well, to the point that I think the counter-spin is really slowing down my times. Any other fidgetbros have this problem? Is there something I can use to mitigate the excess leaf inertia but retain the smooth center motion?

>>734080755
oh ya that makes me wet

>>734080353
Why does fidget spinners have 3 idle bearings which literally does nothing? It's such a retarded design and bad craftsmanship.

Is that really why they call you the salter?

>>734081442
>"nah, imagine that happening to a pussy after you salt it."
I dont get it.

You make pussies go dry?

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>>734081442
I'd assault her just for asking me the time of day

Because we can do whatever the fuck we want kys

Nigger ur definitely new to the interwebs

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>>734081609
except walking through walmart without suffering a heart attack

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>>734082102

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current gf

Um. . . b8?

Cats can't die from fleas.

>>734081766
peacefully coexist with the fleas newfag

gay cunt fleas can't kill cats unless they got AIDS

>>734080723
Keep doing that.

Sploosh.

Jesus.

>>734080723
Become attractive or get money

>>734080723
power status money or roofies

>>734078626
both.
imagine railing mom while she eats out the daughter.

>>734079758
why wouldn't you do it the other way around?

>>734078626
>Daughter or Grandmother?
Fixed it for you.

>>734082280
Some chill beats for a chill thread

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TabMg56daZ0

Yep,right here

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>>734082119
Bump with patriotic box

Did you try /an/? You could probably get an actual answer there.

why the fuck would you bring it inside if it's not injured, get rid of it. those things are fucking filthy.

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>>734080407
shh

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>>734080407

Definitely op!>>734081390

You were 16. I drove us all home after school, and as always, we'd unload at your place. You and Marcus would argue over who'd roll today's blunt, and I'd sit back and laugh at how dumb the two of you were. Your mom stopped caring about us smoking pot, cause we were on the verge of young adulthood and both got accepted into the college of our dreams. Getting stoned wasn't quite what it used to be, as with all the pressures of becoming an adult, came unwarranted amounts of anxiety. We were also too old to act the way we used to when we got high, something that really only seemed to affect me because you were always so damn mature. I hated that. Your cousin sold us some xanax, and we'd split one into three and drift away. For those couple of hours we were untouchable. Nothing mattered, we were the only ones who existed. We couldn't imagine life any other way, why bother? Nobody could tell us we weren't living life exactly how we were supposed to.

You were 18. You finally had set up our dorm exactly how we envisioned; TV's facing opposite direction so screen-looking was a thing of the past, microwave on top of the toaster oven on top of the mini fridge, a drawer full of weed paraphernalia and 7 posters of our favor artists, movie scenes and cliche college quirks. You passed me the straw as I broke my roxy in half, pieces flying everywhere that I would eventually try and find later.. You were more accurate then you thought your were when you would joke about me doing that. I'd separate the big, fluffy line into three smaller ones, and you'd suck yours down all at once. My tolerance was the same as yours was, but I lacked the $200 check you'd get from your parents every Monday. I was always kind of annoyed by that, but you'd occasionally show my broke-ass some love. Me and my girlfriend were fighting, and it got so bad that you drove me 400 miles to see her while your car was literally falling apart every step of the way. Your parents were so pissed that you drove while your car was in that kinda condition, but you told them it was something you had to do. It actually hurt you to see me cry, cause it was something you had never seen me do in the 14 years we were friends. Your transmission was replaced and your parents were $2400 poorer, but we were on our way back to school. You had just affirmed yourself as the most caring person in my life. My dad had passed and my mom was back in France, but I had you.. and for that I was pretty damn lucky.

It was your 19th birthday. It was my birthday literally just the day before, and we would always celebrate them together. You walked into the dorm and I pretended not to notice you, which had recently become the norm. I had the funniest story of this failed attempt to spit game at some girls after psych class, but I knew I'd be saying that for someone else. We had stopped talking for about a month now, due to your stubbornness and my inability to break a grudge, regardless of how petty it may have been. You were wearing long sleeves in July, but I didn't notice. You'd sit on your bed and watch ancient aliens, and I'd find some excuse to leave the dorm. Your presence drove me mad, as I'm sure mind did yours. Truthfully, I don't think either of us knew why we were fighting, only that we were and that any attempt to act otherwise would make us look weak. My connection to all things opiate were officially cut off, but yours only grew stronger. After a fun week of dope-sickness, I finally started feeling like myself again. The benzos would kick in, and I'd head out to my new friends house. We'd hit every club, every big sporting event or social gathering we caught wind of, so we could take dope photos for people to admire on Facebook. You'd sit at the dorm, and watch ancient aliens with the lights always off.. No matter what time I'd come home, you were at the dorm watching that damn show. I brought some girl home one night, praying that you had found something else to do. You hadn't, and I officially had to take her somewhere else. I made sure to be as loud and obnoxious as I could while grabbing my shit, ensuring that you acknowledged my presence and current lifestyle as better than yours before walking out. It still hurt to see you like that... You said nothing. You were still wearing a long sleeve shirt, and I still hadn't noticed.

>>734077403
Lose in what sense; is she leaving you, or dying?

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find another one?

>>734077403
Find another.