This chick is pretty boring to talk to. Try to spice it up. Dubs decides what I send
She's fucking not phased. Dubs or higher decides
You like longboarding?
You're a fucking piece of wank.
USE A PROPER SKATEBOARD IF YOU'RE GONNA DO THAT SHIT, FUCK OFF THIS LONGBOARD/PENNY SKATEBOARDS WANK.
Street/park skating or literally shove your elongated skateboard right up your loose arse.
I sexually Identify as an Neckbeard. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of soaring over the Earth tipping m'fedora to beautiful m'ladies . People say to me that a person being a Neckbeard is Impossible and I'm fucking retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon install anime in my veins , 30 mm fedoras and Meme o' missiles on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "White Knight" and respect my right to meme from above and tip m'fedora when necessary . If you can't accept me you're an SJW and need to check your privilege. Arigato for being so understanding. tip
Here's the thing. You said a "queef is a fart." Is it in the same family? Yes. No one's arguing that. As someone who is an Alabama redneck who studies farts, I am telling you, specifically, in Alabama, no one calls queefs farts. If you want to be "specific" like you said, then you shouldn't either. They're not the same thing. If you're saying "fart family" you're referring to the gastronomic grouping of flatulence, which includes things from shit bubbles to tear-assers to Alabama mweep-mwoppers. So your reasoning for calling a queef a fart is because random people "call the ass ones farts?" Let's get diarrhea and bloodfarts in there, then, too. Also, calling someone a Newfoundlander or a gassy person? It's not one or the other, that's not how gastronomy works. They're both. A queef is a queef and a member of the fart family. But that's not what you said. You said a queef is a fart, which is not true unless you're okay with calling all members of the fart family farts, which means you'd call piss, the runs, and other waste removal processes farts, too. Which you said you don't. It's okay to just admit you're gassy, you know?
Hello my fellow sirs and madams, I am a newcomer to this internet forum. *Gives you a complementary upvote as a token of friendship*. My name is niceguyplzdontfriendzone1, but you can call me a Gentleman and a Scholar. As you can see I am very sophisticated and classy, that's why I came here, to meet other classy people like me. :) I'm 13 years old (I'm very mature for my age though!!) I like to watch Cosmos with Carl Sagan with my girlfriend (that's right I have a GIRLFRIEND, sorry ladies :P ), its our favorite TV show because it is so classy and intellegent! She's classy to of course but we want to meet more classy people! :) As they say, a Gentleman can never be to popular! Anyways, I hope to meet alot of sophisticated gents and ladies here so please don't hesitate to respond (or PM me ladies ;) ). I bid you fellow my brethren as I go off to other great endeavors (me being classy again haha).
Till our grand paths cross again,
-A Gentleman and a Scholar
So I kinda want to slam my cock into your ass raw dog style while I twist them titties and fist that pussy till it's looser than a pornstar in a BBC gangbang bitch. Now swallow my load like the butt slut you are!
When are we getting together? I'm not going to lie to you...I need someone to sit on my face, and you seem to be the perfect candidate.
Look, either be the girl I'm going to rail tonight or I will start looking somewhere else. Either way, someone is going to get their pussy pounded tonight, so why not let it be you?
Look, I'm having trouble ...
I'm typing the most disgusting thing I can think of because I kinda want to push you away.
I'm scared that my dream might come true, I had a dream that we were like a "thing" and it was so good and it felt so real that now I'm intimidated by you so much.
I mean the sex in the dream was out of this world...
Now let's just wait for OP to deliver
If you like long stories, than I will tell you one. My life story.
As a child, I spent my time on the shores of california, teaching myself to long board. I met with many creatures, even soothing a beached whale as it took its final breathes. That all changed one day.
On that fateful day, my brother (may his soul Rest In Peace) was with me long boarding. He had stopped, thinking he saw a seal. Infact, he did. That seal was being chased by a tiger shark that went on to eat him. For a long time, I went mute.
I spent 3 years in utter silence, my parents going from helpful and empathetic, to angry and violent. They beat me, and day after day I came up with excuses for my teachers on why I had bruises.
One day, my father had come home drunk and with a broken bottle. He came up to me and told me that if I didn't speak, he would slit my throat. Well, I spoke, and from then on, my parents were kind and attempted to make up for their wrongings.
The period of time I had spent being beat made me tough, and angry. When I was 15, I noticed that a group of hoodlums had moved into my neighborhood and were causing trouble. Well, I confronted them, and got into one little fight. My mom and my dad got scared, so they sent me off to a town called Bel Air.
Can't wait for the next screencap
OP give a life sign at least, there's people waiting for some content here
Cuck, you're a cuck and u know it you will never get the fuckin succ beta nigger shit faggot kike dip shit cock mongoloid
I'm legit mad OP you promised something and didn't deliver, hope you get to have sex with her eventually