Archived threads in /r9k/ - ROBOT9001 - 424. page

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"Anon, you're not working this Friday , right? Want to go out to do something on Friday night?"

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>tfw ur never gonna get hugged by a loli

>Actually, never going to get lovingly hugged by anyone at all. Emotional affection is alien to you. Physical affection repulsive. The years had tought you that every hand meant pain, every word disappointment. You even remember the slight twinge in your mother's eyes after she hugged you, the fraction of a second too long she lingered on the thought of what she gave up to have you, of what she could have had. Looking at the pay out, it had been a bad time to go all-in. The same thoughts swirled around standing at the altar, thinking this had been a bad time to bluff. She had never won a bet that gave returns even close to what she wagered. In a way, you should be grateful your mother is such a bad gambler. On the other hand, no one else is.

>You could understand standing a purposeless and annihilating job, if you had a family. You could understand being alone if you could climb a career. But having none of those, the writing was all too clear on the wall. You would die alone, unloved and unmourned. You had often lamented being too poor to buy a guy, too cowardly to jump. You had practiced long nights on how to tie a solid noose, but you couldn't bring yourself to tie it up anywhere. The only thing you could think of that you would dare would be a belt around a doorknob. Luckily you had bought a new belt. The old worn down one would snap under the weight of your bloated, sagging flesh. But even when you slide the belt around your neck and look at the wall for what should be the last time, you still can't find it in you to stop squatting, to just slide down and let it all disappear. And as you try to stare into the dregs of what your soul would be and scramble through your memories, you find nothing that would tell you "no".

>The last thoughts through your head was "if there is nothing in this world but what we do, let us do good". And you could think of nothing you could do to make the world better than just sitting down.

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Looks like girlfriend is coming soon
See ya spacerobots

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real robot discord no normies

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>tfw learned to act perfectly like a normie
>got a few normie friends, people like me
>still feel that burning rage against them inside
>nothing i do is genuine
>my life is a lie
Anyone else have the same feels? I feel like I am not made for society.

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>3 pictures of roasties on the 1st page.

Holy shit, what's wrong with this place now?

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Daily reminder that you are not a robot if you weren't raised by a single father.

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Seeing an escort is like having a really fast honeymoon that is over when you're done then goodnight

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Would it be viable to catch a plane to America and just go live in the mountains somewhere where no one will bother me?

Assuming I know how to survive and fend for myself in the wild etc.

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why do women find men moaning from pleasure such a turnoff, and grunting such a turn on?

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>be me in dream
>distant future
>Italy fucked up and started WW3
>combined occupation of the north by France and the United States
>also free city of Bologna and Padua plus the road between the two
>United States has been corrupted by feminists
>men are now second class citizens
>back to story
>young boy, age 14
>field trip to the US occupation, paid for by the school
>end up in group of 6, was picked last
>group consists of girls
>they ignore me the entire trip
>loading on busses in France
>girls have fancy bus, boys have broken down bus
>have to be in girls bus because of group
>barely any room to sit
>hear them laughing at me
>saddened that i dirtied a seat by simply existing
>make it to Italian beach
>the school made some beach side events
>long staircase is used as seating to watch beach side events
>have to sit close to top, can barely see anything
>girl behind me is one of my bullies
>squirts water inside my ear
>like deep inside
>turn around, she has that smug face because she is girl and can't get in trouble
>laststrawbitch.jpg

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My genitals were crafted by the gods. Every tough feels incredible and I have the stamina that lets me fully enjoy the pleasure for hours at a time. And by the time I allow my orgasm permission to run it's course, it's so powerful that I can't stand, or think, or speak. I can only thrust and stroke until my time is up and the haze clears my vision. Why don't all dicks do this? Some of you claim to not even feel your orgasms.

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Is anyone from Wizchan here? Do you know what's happening?

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>City Board of Zoning is delaying construction progress of the Cummie Cathedral

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Those dimwits believe anything. I'd reccomend twoxchromosomes, legaladvice, relationships, or maybe talesfromyourserver.

Post it here first for proof.