BoyNextDoor
I hate liars
- Joined
- Apr 19, 2010
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Let's see. I was looking at the scorecard.
The Dims:
1) selected a loose little schoolgirl to cry rape based on her husband's subliminal suggestion to deflect from his cuck fetish in counselling.
2) sends in creepy porn lawyer that negotiates porn star salaries based on current cup size and length of BBC they want
3) crazy chrissy can't remember chit
4) All of the sudden 3 more show up and just as quickly all disappear after scrutiny shows one to be borderline criminally insane, a second one bragged about being campus rape party queen.
For the record it was ( I was there, saw and left) a game called "Button Button" several girls would get a drink from the bar, one had a "red" in it and then the "winner" was carried away with the frat boys. "REDS" back in the day was a cap of secanol sodium, usually in the 100 mg. The girls playing knew what was up.
Or, you can "not play" and sit in your dorm.
5) despite all of the bluff, lies and bravado the man stands in your face, wins against the odds
6) you folk can't seem to figure out it doesn't matter if you are stabbed, shot or fucked. You lost.
7) losers don't get meat or pudding
8) now what? And then?
9) one thing is comming from this. Jump the wrong way, say the wrong thing, harm anyone.
10) just remember. You wanted this.
Remember this bullshit when the pendulum swings back.