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Post by TheGoodMan19 on Mar 13, 2024 19:16:28 GMT
Never pass up an opportunity for a threesome. They are all that they are made out to be
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Post by mikemonger on Mar 13, 2024 19:20:35 GMT
kills both.
what an idiot.
it's like the PERFECT time to ask for a threesome.
ugh.
Worst porn ever. Or the best, if you're a sick f@ck.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2024 19:30:00 GMT
A golden opportunity for a threesome and he fucks it up. Perhaps he asked and they said no.
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Post by peachy on Mar 13, 2024 19:31:21 GMT
Is there anyway you can start posting these tabloid crime articles off the politics board? Thanks. You wouldn't say that if they had been black.
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Post by thekindercarebear on Mar 13, 2024 19:39:10 GMT
A golden opportunity for a threesome and he fucks it up. Perhaps he asked and they said no. So there might be grounds for mitigating circumstances? Hmm...
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Post by thekindercarebear on Mar 13, 2024 19:42:32 GMT
Is there anyway you can start posting these tabloid crime articles off the politics board? Thanks. You wouldn't say that if they had been black. He hates the puns. 😰
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Post by thekindercarebear on Mar 13, 2024 19:44:08 GMT
Stabbed?...that's not the way to do it! Maybe if he used scissors... 😏
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Post by Lux on Mar 13, 2024 19:46:57 GMT
Is there anyway you can start posting these tabloid crime articles off the politics board? Thanks. The OP is like a well written Cambridge university submission compared to what you've been posting since 2017.
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Post by thorshairspray on Mar 13, 2024 20:33:01 GMT
Is there anyway you can start posting these tabloid crime articles off the politics board? Thanks. You're just pissy that the killer is white, so you cant falsely call the OP a racist.
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Post by jeffersoncody on Mar 13, 2024 20:39:18 GMT
Some 37 or 38 years ago, a friend of mine's wife fell in love with a women, and eventually left him. It was quite strange, Sonja and I used to go to their house for supper every weekend, then one weekend there was a tall, sturdy fairly butch young woman named Vanessa at supper as well. That went on in weekends to come for a while, until my friend's wife, Val - an olive-skinned, hard bodied little pixie of a woman with long flowing hair down to her waist, moved out and went to live with Vanessa. In all the years I had known this couple - both art lecturers at the local university, they were so close they had seemed joined at the hip, we thought nothing could pull them apart. My friend took it stoically, on the surface, But his heart was breaking, and one night he blew out his brains with a revolver. I was the last person to see him alive. It haunts me too this day, and I think if only I had of been more aware, read the signs better, not let him go home alone. Sonja was working a night shift at the paper and I was going through to the townships to score weed that evening. My friend wanted to come with me for the drive, but I told him - for all the right reasons - it was too dangerous; which it kinda was; but oh the irony, and the regret I have. Of course, on the surface, he was showing almost nothing amiss, and even seemed strangely calm, but inside his heart was shattered and his pain must have been unbearable; too much to live with. If only he had of opened up to me, if only I could have been more observant.
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Post by thekindercarebear on Mar 13, 2024 21:12:53 GMT
Some 37 or 38 years ago, a friend of mine's wife fell in love with a women, and eventually left him. It was quite strange, Sonja and I used to go to their house for supper every weekend, then one weekend there was a tall, sturdy fairly butch young woman named Vanessa at supper as well. That went on in weekends to come for a while, until my friend's wife, Val - an olive-skinned, hard bodied little pixie of a woman with long flowing hair down to her waist, moved out and went to live with Vanessa. In all the years I had known this couple - both art lecturers at the local university, they were so close they had seemed joined at the hip, we thought nothing could pull them apart. My friend took it stoically, on the surface, But his heart was breaking, and one night he blew out his brains with a revolver. I was the last person to see him alive. It haunts me too this day, and I think if only I had of been more aware, read the signs better, not let him go home alone. Sonja was working a night shift at the paper and I was going through to the townships to score weed that evening. My friend wanted to come with me for the drive, but I told him - for all the right reasons - it was too dangerous; which it kinda was; but oh the irony, and the regret I have. Of course, on the surface, he was showing almost nothing amiss, and even seemed strangely calm, but inside his heart was shattered and his pain must have been unbearable; too much to live with. If only he had of opened up to me, if only I could have been more observant. That's a hell of a post. I'm sorry for the loss. Thinking on it tho, if my wife were to leave me, I'd rather it be for a woman and not another man. Weird hmm?
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Post by jeffersoncody on Mar 13, 2024 21:35:45 GMT
Some 37 or 38 years ago, a friend of mine's wife fell in love with a women, and eventually left him. It was quite strange, Sonja and I used to go to their house for supper every weekend, then one weekend there was a tall, sturdy fairly butch young woman named Vanessa at supper as well. That went on in weekends to come for a while, until my friend's wife, Val - an olive-skinned, hard bodied little pixie of a woman with long flowing hair down to her waist, moved out and went to live with Vanessa. In all the years I had known this couple - both art lecturers at the local university, they were so close they had seemed joined at the hip, we thought nothing could pull them apart. My friend took it stoically, on the surface, But his heart was breaking, and one night he blew out his brains with a revolver. I was the last person to see him alive. It haunts me too this day, and I think if only I had of been more aware, read the signs better, not let him go home alone. Sonja was working a night shift at the paper and I was going through to the townships to score weed that evening. My friend wanted to come with me for the drive, but I told him - for all the right reasons - it was too dangerous; which it kinda was; but oh the irony, and the regret I have. Of course, on the surface, he was showing almost nothing amiss, and even seemed strangely calm, but inside his heart was shattered and his pain must have been unbearable; too much to live with. If only he had of opened up to me, if only I could have been more observant. That's a hell of a post. I'm sorry for the loss. Thinking on it tho, if my wife were to leave me, I'd rather it be for a woman and not another man. Weird hmm? I think - but who can be sure of anything, my friend would have been equally broken if Val had of left him for a man. Val was my friend too, but I haven't seen her since the day after the shooting. He was an incredibly handsome, beautiful, loyal, loving, sincere, talented and sensitive man, Vanessa wasn't much to look at. Maybe Val was a lesbian all along - or bi, and she just fell in love with my friend when she young. I know she didn't want to hurt him - he was a special man. Some people are just too sensitive and intense for this often harsh and cruel world.
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Post by merh on Mar 14, 2024 1:57:18 GMT
Isn't this the plot of a lot of porn? Without the murder bit?
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Post by abbey1227 on Mar 14, 2024 2:00:29 GMT
Also, now he'll be in a place with LOTS of gay sex....
How do we know that wasn't his goal all along?
This excuse the Defense thought up sounds awfully flimsy, imo
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Post by maninasuitcase on Mar 14, 2024 3:40:38 GMT
Is there anyway you can start posting these tabloid crime articles off the politics board? Thanks. They're preferable to your constant Trump threads.
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