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>>37871807
ye it's fun

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>>37215634
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>>27155436
First of all shut the fuck up I am not a malewife.
Second I ate a turkey and pesto sub from my favorite deli and bulk made like 6 pizzas to freeze and ate like half of one.

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I got a pack of those "mothers cookies" that are animal shaped cause my friend told me they taste "pink" and I'm trying to assemble a catalog of things that taste "pink" and they do not taste pink at all they taste like plain fucking sugar and shortbread I am beginning to believe white people don't have working tastebuds I'm becoming racist I'm literally becoming racist right at this very second I'm going to beat up a aloupeep so I won't be so racist anymore

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>>26385503
Cooking, drawing, music, mid-fi audio, cycling, swimming, films, photography, rougelikes, searching for true love, clothing design.

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Just a lonsome single roaming Rosebud, looking for an friend in an open female hole I can throw all my bottled up love into until she overflows. My stores, my vast oceans of love, just sitting idly by as I reject swathes of whores. It has been building for so many years like the tower of babel, large and strong and will bring disaster if not attended to. Oh my weary heart, heavy from dodging cretinous whores attempting to steal my love for themselves. The only infinite resource on this earth, love, anyone can produce and for some reason so many still want to steal it. A shield brings itself to height, hiding my soul from the toxic air surrounding dishonest woman and other such heathens. I live on a mountain of unsent letters, written in a feverish dream that I have too frequently, the dream of someone beside me. O-heavens forbid I fall for the lies of a usurper. I, a simple rosebud want nothing more than to find someone worthy and in need of my love, for I have so much to give if only there was a fresh hole to fill up, an empty cup to overflow, perhaps even a pair of supple lips to keep warm against my own. There are so many nerve endings to connect and feel and brush against eachother. I long for the simplest of pleasures, to share my happiness with someone I love. What in this world can I not have other than this? Is this mortal realm so devoid of optimism that such a basic desire has now become a trek into the unforgiving depths? The light at the end of the tunnel keeps changing from green to red, I do not want to break the law but I fear I must run that light. I am not a complicated rosebud, I do not wish to associate with these complicated worlds of treachery and deceit. If only a clean and simple girl could spawn within my field of approach, I could finally devote myself to making someone smile without the lingering doubt that they don't wish to reciprocate. I'll take anything, in my naivete and hopefulness I succumb to anything that gives me hope, be it finely shaped clouds in the sky or letters scrapped off the city graffiti. Is it truly so difficult to sort the rocks from the beans? The wheat from the chaff? Sadness, dark days for now and the coming weeks yet again as I sit alone with such a massive stockpile of affection that I can't be sure would be put to good use if I wasn't so selective. I'll fall for anything seemingly pure, but I can't commit until they reciprocate. It pains me so that I am hurt in the way that makes me unable to indulge in blind faith past the opening act. I am worn, bruised, battered, yet I remain optimistic that some nice girl can see past the scars and appreciate the tender fruits of my love. Lets say you may know of any takers for my offer? Be there any pure hearted romantics left?

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>>24679446
It's just white rice there's nothing interesting about it. It's generic koshihikari if that matters.

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>>23884849
When I was a little boy (about 11 or 12) I had a huge crush on a girl who I thought liked me back so I stole one of her pokemon cards and when we were hiking in the forest behind a friend's house I tried to bribe her to kiss me to give it back but she said I was a jerk and the card wasn't worth it. That single interaction made me so sad that I sometimes still fantasize about meeting her again one day (I haven't seen her since 2016) and getting just a quick smooch on the cheek or something, I don't even mind if it never leads anywhere I just wish my love was reciprocated. I know it's an old childhood thing and it probably wasn't important but I have that pokemon card laminated and I make sure to always keep in somewhere safe just in case along with a small tube with that girls hair inside.

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>>23311674
One of the worst experiences in my life. I have tried to do this so many times and every time I end up having to backtrack like 20 steps to explain how to make scrambled eggs.
>>23311786
Thank you pentomo, I will have my femalewife one day.

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I got diarrhea from eating shitty hot chicken at a hot chicken place and frankly I am fucking fuming. $14 and the chicken was dry, the breading was barely crispy (not crunchy, crispy) and the spice mix had so much fucking salt that it made me physically ill and I had to spend another $6 on a greens juice to help neutralize my body and it did help in the moment but it still gave me diarrhea a day later what the fuck man. It's just fucking fried chicken with a ton of spicy, they call it "hot chicken" not "really fucking salty chicken." I am actually seething at that fucking meal. Combo 1 came with a fried chicken sandwich and an extra tender and some fries and it was a decent amount of food for the price but seasoning made it horrific to actually eat past like 5 minutes in. I confirmed it wasn't just me either cause I looked in the garbage outside the place and literally no one finished their meal, they all left a considerable number of fries and gave up. This place is a chain, it's got like 4.7 stars on google, they're even expanding and I literally can not fucking imagine why. I could make better hot chicken in my fucking sleep it wasn't even that hot I am fuming I am literally going to lose my fucking mind thinking about how apparently all you need to appeal to the lowest common denominator and be successful is to have crinkle cut fries and a truly obscene sodium content.

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