Can’t burn a CD.
Can’t burn a CD.
You have vastly underestimated how much I want people to see my pussy.
Also, if you look closely you can see a little green sludge coming out of him. And just like on TV, it tastes delicious.
Before anyone mentions, I know it wasn’t slurms who made the sludge. Just the first awful thought that came to mind, and I felt like commenting it, so there.
Bingo! Say it louder for the fellas in the back.
I sometimes frequent forums where women air their grievances, and so many of the complaints about men particularly are just sad as hell.
One I can recall from a month or two ago was a woman ranting about how she doesn’t want to be expected to give blow jobs on her knees, and doesn’t want to always do 4-5 positions during intercourse with the strange men she’s dating. She says “what’s wrong with missionary anyway?” And “all I want is to be treated like a human being, not a throw away sex toy”.
Women as a group literally could not make it any easier for men today, and still the throw away/instant gratification/porn culture of it all just persists in many young women’s lives, thanks to exactly what you said… Society let men down, and has to do better to change it.
It’s designed to be such an inconvenience to the point that you’re actually just incentivized to buy wireless headphones.
That business model becoming the norm is exactly why I hardly buy anything new these days. I’ll thrift, upcycle, reuse, hand-me-down, bargain for, get at the discount shop, commission from a local artisan, wait for the price to come down, and/or pick up from-the-curb items absolutely every time it’s possible. Simply avoiding these festering boils on the asscrack of our economy that are big businesses has become a daunting chore of its own… ‘He typed, into his smart phone’ I know, I know; I’m a dramatic bitch, but still.
Yeah. I mean how else are you supposed to know if you’re about to watch Backdoor Whores 9, or the Slutty Professor? Labels, people. Labels!