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Make money online-this is real ?
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He's been back for a while. His new name is Delsus now D:CmdrFly said:
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In B4 B&
[SIZE=+4]DSFARGEG[/size]
o lawd is dis sum copy pasta
ITTY BITTY BABY
ITTY BITTY BOAT
I DON'T BELIEVE IT
HABEEB IT
TWINKIE STRUCTURAL HABITAT
What may be considered to be the most offensive, brilliant and untamed imageboard in the history of the internets, 4chan is home to a notorious division of "Random" images on the board /b/.
Those who reside in /b/ often spend hours, if not days braving through the true face of the internet (That would be, not in any order: Child Porn, Loli, Gay Porn, Furries, News Clippings, Raid Threads, Racism, Sexism, Violence, Gay Violent Racist Child Porn). It is widely believed that only the toughest individuals can handle more than 5 minutes while on /b/ without permanently destroying their humanity, faith and mental capacity.
Strangely enough, despite the horrors that circulate from /b/, those who manage to stay long enough will gradually develop a bizarre fascination for the stinkhole that is /b/. What is born thereafter is a...thing...that is both genius and retarded, brilliance and blasphemy, heroic and villainous. This...thing...is known simply as a /b/tard.
Indeed the term /b/tard falls short of the category of "Uber-Troll" and "MONSTER", despite such residual ties to both terms, a /b/tard is not unique in the sense of being an individual. In truth, the entirety of /b/ is a haven for these heretical beings, each simply known as "Anonymous". Those who derive themselves as a B-Tard is nothing short of being a poser. A true Anonymous does not reveal their nature to anyone, maintaining the cannon-fodder mentality that is /b/.
The motives and ambitions of a /b/tard is generally stereotyped as "a frantic search for the basic limitations required for perpetual masturbation, heresy, destruction and trolling" which translate to "PORN, VIOLENCE AND CHAOS" to everyone else. It is because of the legion of /b/ that the internets is becoming an increasingly dangerous place for young children. It is advised that you photograph them and post them on /b/ for their own good. (And yours)
BAM TO BEHOLD, A PUBLIC BULLETIN BOARD, BUILT OF BOTH BRILLIANCE AND BARBARITY BY BASTARDS WITH BONERS. THIS BASTION, NO MERE BULWARK OF BOREDOM, IS A BRUTAL BARRAGE OF BLISTERING BULLSHIT, BARELY BENEVOLENT... BUT BEHIND THE BIGOTRY AND BOOBS, BEYOND THE BITTER BROADCASTS OF BRAGGING BUFFOONS: HERE BE THE BODY POLITIC. A BROTHERHOOD OF BLASPHEMY, BLESSED WITH MORE BALLS THAN BRAINS, BATTLING THE BLAND, THE BOGUS, THE BENIGN. BEDLAM? BRING IT ON. BUT I BABBLE... BETTER TO BE BRIEF. YOU MAY CALL ME /B/
ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
My girlfriend was bugging me for months to live out her YAOI fantasy. She wanted to masturbate while watching me make it with another guy. I finally gave in and said I’d do it if she’d agree to a threesome with me and another woman and I got to fuck the other woman.
She agreed so she brings this guy in. The guy is huge, he takes charge and totally makes me his bitch. I suck him off and then he sticks it in my pooper. Meanwhile my girlfriend is sitting in the corner of the room masturbating like crazy, screaming humiliating insults at me as she comes like “take that cock you sissy queer, you’re a little cock whore arn’t you faggot”.
I’m surprised at how much I’m actually getting into this. Having her masturbate and verbally humilate me while getting totally used by a big man was a real turn on.
But then the next day she tells me she’s dumping me because now that she’s seen me getting fucked and sucking a cock she’s disgusted by me.
WTF!?! I did this for her and this is the thanks I get? I fucking hate this bullshit YAOI fantasies that women get. If you can’t handle a guy getting fucked and sucking a cock THEN DON’T ASK THEM TO HAVE SEX WITH ANOTHER MAN FOR YOU!
A year ago the world was mad at me, and I was mad at it, because I coudln’t express my emotions. I was totally focused on keeping emotional pain well away from any part of myself that could feel it.
All this sounds like some stupid teen angst post, about how ‘no one understands the real me’, I don’t think that’s true. I think that almost everyone has done what I’m doing now - lay in bed, kept awake by feelings of fear or confusion, and looked for a way to reach out and express the feelings inside. I think all we want to do is reach out and really feel like someone is listening, actually understanding what we feel. The hardest thing to do is work all the feeling out all alone. This is where I failed.
For me, the emotions felt overwhemling and unexpressable. They wern’t. I went through two periods of drinking at least 3 times a week, and at least once a week heavily. I got into fights. I took risks. I put myself in a hospital. I’ve even done things that I still can’t talk about.
Long and painful story short, my life found me the next morning hugging my knees on the cold floor of the common room, by the refridgerator. All the bad feelings I had been hiding from the past 5 years caught up to me. I was so afriad that I felt I had only 2 options: run as far away as you can, or end the pain. I actually started to pack to leave. My friends got me help. I’ve been in therapy for 4 months now.
Sorry, I'm on crack tonight.
[SIZE=+4]DSFARGEG[/size]
o lawd is dis sum copy pasta
ITTY BITTY BABY
ITTY BITTY BOAT
I DON'T BELIEVE IT
HABEEB IT
TWINKIE STRUCTURAL HABITAT
What may be considered to be the most offensive, brilliant and untamed imageboard in the history of the internets, 4chan is home to a notorious division of "Random" images on the board /b/.
Those who reside in /b/ often spend hours, if not days braving through the true face of the internet (That would be, not in any order: Child Porn, Loli, Gay Porn, Furries, News Clippings, Raid Threads, Racism, Sexism, Violence, Gay Violent Racist Child Porn). It is widely believed that only the toughest individuals can handle more than 5 minutes while on /b/ without permanently destroying their humanity, faith and mental capacity.
Strangely enough, despite the horrors that circulate from /b/, those who manage to stay long enough will gradually develop a bizarre fascination for the stinkhole that is /b/. What is born thereafter is a...thing...that is both genius and retarded, brilliance and blasphemy, heroic and villainous. This...thing...is known simply as a /b/tard.
Indeed the term /b/tard falls short of the category of "Uber-Troll" and "MONSTER", despite such residual ties to both terms, a /b/tard is not unique in the sense of being an individual. In truth, the entirety of /b/ is a haven for these heretical beings, each simply known as "Anonymous". Those who derive themselves as a B-Tard is nothing short of being a poser. A true Anonymous does not reveal their nature to anyone, maintaining the cannon-fodder mentality that is /b/.
The motives and ambitions of a /b/tard is generally stereotyped as "a frantic search for the basic limitations required for perpetual masturbation, heresy, destruction and trolling" which translate to "PORN, VIOLENCE AND CHAOS" to everyone else. It is because of the legion of /b/ that the internets is becoming an increasingly dangerous place for young children. It is advised that you photograph them and post them on /b/ for their own good. (And yours)
BAM TO BEHOLD, A PUBLIC BULLETIN BOARD, BUILT OF BOTH BRILLIANCE AND BARBARITY BY BASTARDS WITH BONERS. THIS BASTION, NO MERE BULWARK OF BOREDOM, IS A BRUTAL BARRAGE OF BLISTERING BULLSHIT, BARELY BENEVOLENT... BUT BEHIND THE BIGOTRY AND BOOBS, BEYOND THE BITTER BROADCASTS OF BRAGGING BUFFOONS: HERE BE THE BODY POLITIC. A BROTHERHOOD OF BLASPHEMY, BLESSED WITH MORE BALLS THAN BRAINS, BATTLING THE BLAND, THE BOGUS, THE BENIGN. BEDLAM? BRING IT ON. BUT I BABBLE... BETTER TO BE BRIEF. YOU MAY CALL ME /B/
ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
My girlfriend was bugging me for months to live out her YAOI fantasy. She wanted to masturbate while watching me make it with another guy. I finally gave in and said I’d do it if she’d agree to a threesome with me and another woman and I got to fuck the other woman.
She agreed so she brings this guy in. The guy is huge, he takes charge and totally makes me his bitch. I suck him off and then he sticks it in my pooper. Meanwhile my girlfriend is sitting in the corner of the room masturbating like crazy, screaming humiliating insults at me as she comes like “take that cock you sissy queer, you’re a little cock whore arn’t you faggot”.
I’m surprised at how much I’m actually getting into this. Having her masturbate and verbally humilate me while getting totally used by a big man was a real turn on.
But then the next day she tells me she’s dumping me because now that she’s seen me getting fucked and sucking a cock she’s disgusted by me.
WTF!?! I did this for her and this is the thanks I get? I fucking hate this bullshit YAOI fantasies that women get. If you can’t handle a guy getting fucked and sucking a cock THEN DON’T ASK THEM TO HAVE SEX WITH ANOTHER MAN FOR YOU!
A year ago the world was mad at me, and I was mad at it, because I coudln’t express my emotions. I was totally focused on keeping emotional pain well away from any part of myself that could feel it.
All this sounds like some stupid teen angst post, about how ‘no one understands the real me’, I don’t think that’s true. I think that almost everyone has done what I’m doing now - lay in bed, kept awake by feelings of fear or confusion, and looked for a way to reach out and express the feelings inside. I think all we want to do is reach out and really feel like someone is listening, actually understanding what we feel. The hardest thing to do is work all the feeling out all alone. This is where I failed.
For me, the emotions felt overwhemling and unexpressable. They wern’t. I went through two periods of drinking at least 3 times a week, and at least once a week heavily. I got into fights. I took risks. I put myself in a hospital. I’ve even done things that I still can’t talk about.
Long and painful story short, my life found me the next morning hugging my knees on the cold floor of the common room, by the refridgerator. All the bad feelings I had been hiding from the past 5 years caught up to me. I was so afriad that I felt I had only 2 options: run as far away as you can, or end the pain. I actually started to pack to leave. My friends got me help. I’ve been in therapy for 4 months now.
Sorry, I'm on crack tonight.
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IBTL... wow, my 1st one... just wanted to know what it felt like...
Carry on.
Carry on.
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