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@ -3176,4 +3176,8 @@ I am the “office manager” of AHS. I’ve spent the past three years keeping
Would you like to escalate and mansplain my field of expertise to me more?
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Normies can't understand the thrill of pinning the capybara. Night spent chasing an over amphetamined Aevann around the bean bag forts. His squealing and gibbering, pouring sweat and on the verge of seizing. Dramatards build up an intoxicating, delerious state with "dude bussy lmbo" chantings at the sidelines, hitting the Aevann-toy with brooms if he tries to escape. Carp would be giggling and laughing as the waves of methamphetamine pleasure seem to harmonize with the droning r-slur verses. He runs through the bean bag maze skinny and malnourished, with his viagra powered peepee a divining rod for the capybara. Sweat gushing down his, face around his unfocused eyes he laughs and chortles until he gasps "Found you!”. The Codescapybara screeches defensively but Whorist Florist is upon him in seconds. His peepee thrusting blindly into his flank, leg, stomach and ribs unconcemed about anything but the motion. Eventually serendepity finds his mouth and the Cocktube Rodent is placated, suckling contently on the Carp's dehydrated peepee.
Normies can't understand the thrill of pinning the capybara. Night spent chasing an over amphetamined Aevann around the bean bag forts. His squealing and gibbering, pouring sweat and on the verge of seizing. Dramatards build up an intoxicating, delerious state with "dude bussy lmbo" chantings at the sidelines, hitting the Aevann-toy with brooms if he tries to escape. Carp would be giggling and laughing as the waves of methamphetamine pleasure seem to harmonize with the droning r-slur verses. He runs through the bean bag maze skinny and malnourished, with his viagra powered peepee a divining rod for the capybara. Sweat gushing down his, face around his unfocused eyes he laughs and chortles until he gasps "Found you!”. The Codescapybara screeches defensively but Whorist Florist is upon him in seconds. His peepee thrusting blindly into his flank, leg, stomach and ribs unconcemed about anything but the motion. Eventually serendepity finds his mouth and the Cocktube Rodent is placated, suckling contently on the Carp's dehydrated peepee.
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just want to know. Who hurt you so badly that you have to act like a grade school bully ? Find something better to do with your time than harassing vulnerable people . You are a seriously sad person who is clearly very deeply hurt by something. It's clear you don't respect other people and force your anger and frustration on to those you see as less than human. You need to have basic human respect and not be a peepee and maybe, just maybe if you try , you'll find someone who likes you. The choice is yours you can be a hateful lonely person , or you can change and be a positive and respectful person to those around you. I hope you are ok, but at any point if you comment something negative it won't hurt me , it would just make me feel for pity you.
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I want to fuck the conservative out of you. I can't help myself. Every time you come into my office with your low cut shirt and cross necklace subtly splayed across your immaculate breasts I think about taking you, right there, as a man (with your consent, of course, rape culture is not okay). I want to pull off your panties and eat your pussy until your juices trickle down to the lower classes. I want you to moan so hard and so loud that you can't form coherent words, let alone talk about what Rush Limbaugh said about immigrants the other day. Each time 'those people' crosses your lips I think about your mouth wrapped around my prodigious cock as my little people spill out of it. I want to make an anchor baby with you. I want to throw all the papers off my desk and ride you until gay marriage is legal in a majority of States or until you've come enough times to admit that maybe universal health care makes sense. And I mean all this respectfully, of course. I'm a feminist. Why do you do this to me. Why. Do you know what you're doing? Every time you come into my office and sit across from me and cross and recross your legs and talk about the weather and then (somehow) about how unemployment insurance is actually bad for poor people do you know that I'm wondering if your panties are equally as conservative? That I'm curious what you'd look like on top of me, my hands tweaking your nipples like doing so would be tweaking taxes on the top one percent? That I'm thinking about you looking back at me as I fuck you from behind, your Jesus necklace swaying back and forth as you scream "Drill, baby, drill!" You're not crazy, just politically hypocritical. Social conservatism is selfish and untenable. Your adherence to laws written when people owned slaves and the largest city was 1/10th of what it is now is ruining this god damn country. And I want you so bad. I want you so so bad. Ugh. Be my Monica Lewinsky. I'll be your Bill Clinton. Let's reach across the aisle... and into each other's pants.