I will never unlearn the pain of seeing that photo.
aneroidocean on said:
We’re talking about the guy kissing the heffer or his pathetic neckbeard friend who can’t even get action from a heffer? At least the guy on the left isn’t holding her purse.
thechauvinistkaiser on said:
I’d rather be the neckbeard in this case. I’ve slain a few dragons since I’ve entered the sexual market and I can’t say the shame and pain of my past actions smarts any less.
Seriously, game is the shit, bro-skillets.
WorkingHarder on said:
Before I started learning game (recently), I got a fat chick naked in the back of my car one night. The sight of her blubbery, cottage cheese like body turned my stomach. I couldn’t even get hard enough to fuck her, so repulsed was I by that disgusting waste of a person. I feel a twisted kind of pride knowing that I am constitutionally incapable of fucking a fatty. My dick knows she’s not good enough for me, even if my ego was, at the time, a shriveled up corpse (since revitalized by the resurrecting power of the red pill).
rivsdiary on said:
HAHA awesome.
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Jim on said:
Next time warn people. Sheesh. I think I gotta go puke now.
The Gentleman Poet on said:
But does she actually eat him?
motrenaissance on said:
Danger, you are a cruel one
Jason on said:
LOL!
ancalgon on said:
He’s trying to blend into the background to escape the shame of being photographed kissing The Thing.
matlock on said:
That poor bastard…
Riding a fat girl is like riding a moped, it’s cool till your buds see you riding it…
Fatty chased me for a while. Even stalked my place. Reason why I considered banging her was because my chips were down.
Luckily, I pulled away and got a grip on myself. Ended up keeping her at a distant friendship and gave her a few months to hopefully hit the gym and get that shit off her chest.
Well, she didn’t. She enjoyed going for car rides when she had nothing else to do. And walk alone somewhere in public at night.
I will never unlearn the pain of seeing that photo.
We’re talking about the guy kissing the heffer or his pathetic neckbeard friend who can’t even get action from a heffer? At least the guy on the left isn’t holding her purse.
I’d rather be the neckbeard in this case. I’ve slain a few dragons since I’ve entered the sexual market and I can’t say the shame and pain of my past actions smarts any less.
Seriously, game is the shit, bro-skillets.
Before I started learning game (recently), I got a fat chick naked in the back of my car one night. The sight of her blubbery, cottage cheese like body turned my stomach. I couldn’t even get hard enough to fuck her, so repulsed was I by that disgusting waste of a person. I feel a twisted kind of pride knowing that I am constitutionally incapable of fucking a fatty. My dick knows she’s not good enough for me, even if my ego was, at the time, a shriveled up corpse (since revitalized by the resurrecting power of the red pill).
HAHA awesome.
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Next time warn people. Sheesh. I think I gotta go puke now.
But does she actually eat him?
Danger, you are a cruel one
LOL!
He’s trying to blend into the background to escape the shame of being photographed kissing The Thing.
That poor bastard…
Riding a fat girl is like riding a moped, it’s cool till your buds see you riding it…
Check these out for a laugh:
https://twitter.com/Losingyourarm/status/226642643994693632/photo/1/large
https://twitter.com/Losingyourarm/status/227421311864029186/photo/1/large
Fatty chased me for a while. Even stalked my place. Reason why I considered banging her was because my chips were down.
Luckily, I pulled away and got a grip on myself. Ended up keeping her at a distant friendship and gave her a few months to hopefully hit the gym and get that shit off her chest.
Well, she didn’t. She enjoyed going for car rides when she had nothing else to do. And walk alone somewhere in public at night.
Tough shit fatty.
*get that shit off her stomach*