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They are the coolest, cutest, most clever and well adjusted individuals, with awesome lives to die for.
Every other Litster would die to be accepted into their select club.


The rest of us plebeians are either mentally challenged losers with no lives, or we're disgrunted individuals with severe personality problems. Or probably both.
And oh, I forgot: we're all "racists".
 
I learned my lesson the hard way lol.
If I get upset by particular comments, I'll just report them or use very vague code words when addressing that person.
 
They are the coolest, cutest, most clever and well adjusted individuals, with awesome lives to die for.
Every other Litster would die to be accepted into their select club.


The rest of us plebeians are either mentally challenged losers with no lives, or we're disgrunted individuals with severe personality problems. Or probably both.
And oh, I forgot: we're all "racists".

Thanks.

I'm glad I'm top and bottom
 
They are the coolest, cutest, most clever and well adjusted individuals, with awesome lives to die for.
Every other Litster would die to be accepted into their select club.


The rest of us plebeians are either mentally challenged losers with no lives, or we're disgrunted individuals with severe personality problems. Or probably both.
And oh, I forgot: we're all "racists".

This does not exist on the scale you imagine. You just feel like an outsider because you are an outsider. Long-standing friend groups have inside jokes and shared experiences that others don't get to be included in just because they want to.

It is nice to see you recognize your own issues though. It can't be easy being a mentally challenged loser with no life and severe personality problems. I only hope you seek help and find comfort.
 
This does not exist on the scale you imagine. You just feel like an outsider because you are an outsider. Long-standing friend groups have inside jokes and shared experiences that others don't get to be included in just because they want to.

It is nice to see you recognize your own issues though. It can't be easy being a mentally challenged loser with no life and severe personality problems. I only hope you seek help and find comfort.


You're not supposed to copy and paste from the script!
 
My point is that lots of the other women ( and people) here don't seem to be misrepresenting themselves, just being themselves and not r seeking mass approval . :)

Again, that's swell.

There is a place for the downturned nipples.
 
There are cool, cute and well adjusted individuals here.

There are also those with zero chill, no sense of humor and delusions of destructive grandeur.

Must they be besties?

None of them are doing it AT you. They're just doing it, being who they are.

If you dislike being on the outside looking in, check your insides.

Banging on the door and demanding entry to any circle, real life or virtual, mostly just freaks people out and they want to call the cops and make them go away.

Or, you know, abuse them relentlessly because the person steps up and volunteers so often for some reason.
 
Cinch! Gimme....child's play! SNAP BREEZE PIE! Making one's way under my umbrella is easy like the aforementionables. I'm unassuming, and easy to fool. I'm the keeper of an old literotican flame and my arms are open wide like mountains. My pants are half unbuttoned and I'm showing a bit of helmet, and about an 1/8th of applebag, and I'm gonna keep on trucking like I don't even know it. I wear socks with no underwear when I'm abroad and I like to canoe in the nude without making the obvious mashup to my copilot. My people are exactly who you describe without what I think is intended sarcasm, the best and brightest, even if they don't know it yet. Nothing is more appealing than the potential energy of a person. So swing baby, take me to bed or lose me forever.
 
Cinch! Gimme....child's play! SNAP BREEZE PIE! Making one's way under my umbrella is easy like the aforementionables. I'm unassuming, and easy to fool. I'm the keeper of an old literotican flame and my arms are open wide like mountains. My pants are half unbuttoned and I'm showing a bit of helmet, and about an 1/8th of applebag, and I'm gonna keep on trucking like I don't even know it. I wear socks with no underwear when I'm abroad and I like to canoe in the nude without making the obvious mashup to my copilot. My people are exactly who you describe without what I think is intended sarcasm, the best and brightest, even if they don't know it yet. Nothing is more appealing than the potential energy of a person. So swing baby, take me to bed or lose me forever.

Crushes come fast and hard and predictably and recurrently to the torch borne high and Top Gun paraphrased.

I've got one hand in my pocket and the other is snapping.
 
Crushes come fast and hard and predictably and recurrently to the torch borne high and Top Gun paraphrased.

I've got one hand in my pocket and the other is snapping.

Prepare thyself for the Sacrament of Revels. You'll need a lampshade headdress, a pingpong ball cannon, and willing transportation. An ostrich or kangaroo mount will earn you the "Get thee to the Funnery" appointment. Style points are up for grabs.
 
Cinch! Gimme....child's play! SNAP BREEZE PIE! Making one's way under my umbrella is easy like the aforementionables. I'm unassuming, and easy to fool. I'm the keeper of an old literotican flame and my arms are open wide like mountains. My pants are half unbuttoned and I'm showing a bit of helmet, and about an 1/8th of applebag, and I'm gonna keep on trucking like I don't even know it. I wear socks with no underwear when I'm abroad and I like to canoe in the nude without making the obvious mashup to my copilot. My people are exactly who you describe without what I think is intended sarcasm, the best and brightest, even if they don't know it yet. Nothing is more appealing than the potential energy of a person. So swing baby, take me to bed or lose me forever.



I'm waiting, sweet cheeks
 
Prepare thyself for the Sacrament of Revels. You'll need a lampshade headdress, a pingpong ball cannon, and willing transportation. An ostrich or kangaroo mount will earn you the "Get thee to the Funnery" appointment. Style points are up for grabs.

I. Am. So. In.

I'm bringing my mermaid blanket, my willingness to explain to everyone what a mermaid blanket is, the willingness to take it off and dance, but nobody else can use the blanket 'cause I will dance with her so she is not lonely.

Plus snacks.
 
Is this a list thread?

This is a list thread, isn't it.

I wanna be on a list with all the cool kids too! :(
 
Cinch! Gimme....child's play! SNAP BREEZE PIE! Making one's way under my umbrella is easy like the aforementionables. I'm unassuming, and easy to fool. I'm the keeper of an old literotican flame and my arms are open wide like mountains. My pants are half unbuttoned and I'm showing a bit of helmet, and about an 1/8th of applebag, and I'm gonna keep on trucking like I don't even know it. I wear socks with no underwear when I'm abroad and I like to canoe in the nude without making the obvious mashup to my copilot. My people are exactly who you describe without what I think is intended sarcasm, the best and brightest, even if they don't know it yet. Nothing is more appealing than the potential energy of a person. So swing baby, take me to bed or lose me forever.

I want you to throw me down on the Axminster and take me roughly, goddamn your eyes.
 
PICK ME! PICK ME!!!!

Oh oh oh oh...*frantically waving hand*

I want to be on a LIST!
 
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