I dunno the sauce op, but I love that webm and will now dump the ones I have, which vary in quality but are mostly good. I'm drunk and very sad tonight, have my random saved pornies.
Also I think you took that from an earlier post I made ;)
/r/ could help. they have been surprisingly helpful in he past
Though they never found this
> pic related
Has anyone ever thought it was weird when someone asks you how many people you've slept with? Like, I don't wanna know. Every woman I've been with has less sexual partners than me but for some reason it still creeps me out knowing how many dicks have been there before and how she was probably into every single one, even though I've been in a good bit of vag but still see whatever current gf I have as being "special" and "the best yet" and she probably feels the same but I still hate that she's moaned like this with other guys. Why do people want to know how many people you've slept with? It's uncomfortable for me.
agreed; what's the point of knowing? although my current gf only had one boyfriend before me and apparently he had a tiny dick, so not going to lie, makes things pretty nice knowing i'm the best she's had...
Here's a rando while I smoke a cig and wonder why I make such terrible decisions in life.
Here you go faggots, I literally fapped to this like 2years ago, I always save links I cum too lmao.
I have major problems...all I can think of when I see this is this game looks a lot like what Sailor Moon plays
doesn't even get to the good part
but thanks though
I'm a 28 years old, a vet, have published research in history, just got accepted to a good law school, and am pretty handsome and outgoing. But I have severe bipolar and I don't think anyone will ever love me. The last thing my ex wife said to me was that our time together (six years) was more negative than positive for her. I hate being crazy. I want to be loved.
I have never dumped before but if someone can get off and be happy for a little bit it would sure make me feel better. I don't have sauce on anything, it's all just saved webms. Sorry guys.
I wish I didn't take everything so seriously. I get one chance in the history of the entire universe to experience self-awareness and I have everything going for me, as far as anyone can tell, but I want to kill myself. I'm the male equivalent of the manic pixie dream girl, more or less, but once they realize I'm actually crazy and not just cute and quirky it always goes downhill.
Not to be rude, but I literally said I didn't have sauce on anything. I saved all of this from threads like this. My girlfriend got pregnant the last semester of high school. Turned out to not be mine, but my entire hometown asks me about "my kid" every time I go home.
I'm just gonna drunk-bitch and post porn so that I can hopefully make someone happy for a minute or so tonight. I can't off myself.
Mississippi. The worst state in the nation. Fitting.
man, i'm trying to help you out... it's bang bros, and i can find clips, but not the whole thing:
I'm an only child but I don't think I can ever give my parents grandkids, even though raising children has been my dream since forever. I wish I didn't depend on having a pretty girl that loves me to make me happy. I'm fine when it comes to hooking up, but I want someone that really loves me for me. But I'm fucking crazy as hell. I've spun it into a pretty good art/music gimmick that a lot of people like, but I hate being this way. I don't want to have to go to bed drunk so that I don't wake up at 2 am with a panic attack because I'm nowhere near where I should be at this point.
Depressing porn, hooray!
Fuck I always wonder why I have this fat whore saved. Here's a random. My filenames are whatever and my computer doesn't show thumbnail images for webms.
She looks very much like cabbage patch face from "The Dark Knight"
I'm going to be dead and maybe a couple of dozen years from now no one will really care. I loved my grandpa, he taught me how to read before kindergarten because my parents left me with him while they went to work. He had a giant garden and sold produce to the local grocery stores and would teach me letters and phonics whenever we'd take a break. As much as I loved him, I still got over getting off the school bus at eight years old and finding him dead, naked, and crumpled up in the hall. I can't imagine that anyone loves me as much as I loved him, so how much will anyone care when I'm dead given how flippant I am about the death of someone I loved more than almost anyone I've ever known?
I can still remember him forming the letter "A" out of pinestraw laying on the ground and telling me about long A and short A. He invented an entirely new way of catching perch in small streams that people now sell special equipment for. I will probably kill myself tomorrow, strangers. No kidding. I'm crazy as fuck and can't remember ever being happy. I spent a good bit of my paycheck on klonopin, so I'll probably do that and sit in my bathroom with a pot of charcoal.