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Rams and goats are assholes.
Spoiled??? I have to get up everyday because the man says my kid has to go to school. Then I have to go to work and do that isn't going to be meaningful to anyone in a few years. Just so I can live in a house and buy food and a smart phone.
Not to mention the litany of daily rules and regulations that one has to follow every day. Speed limits, stop signs, drug legistlations, etc.
Then on top of that, the norms that society deems I follow.
If you want to poop, you have to go in a commode just so the workers at American Standard can have jobs so they can buy food and a smart phone.
That's true oppression. Not going around foraging for food, having sex in the open, and generally walking around not giving a .
Rams and goats are assholes.
Have you ever been in an antler fight? Fighting another 1,000 pound monster with 100 pound weapons of death on your cranium being pounded unmercifully into your skull JUST so you can earn the right to spread your seed? It's not as easy as you Americans that just Cosby your way into pussy. Do you even realize how hard it is to mount a 7 ft tall with just half your feet?
You know nothing of the real life issues these moose have to deal with. Hunters, predators and Canadians they share the plains with? That is PURE oppression and REAL LIFE issues you couldn't even wrap your mind around. I just know that if Avante were in here, he'd be schooling you on antlered mammals from not just your side of the world, but EVERYWHERE. Because he knows more than you about everything.
Of course.
Yep.
Yes.
You haven't? I was with you on everything else. Margo Dydek used to live here in SA though (rip). It wasn't easy but it needed to be done.
Yep. She was really hot for a 7 foot tall woman. I ended up devising a pulley system that would hang from the door frame. But she was too heavy for it.
We used the sex swing. Instead of her laying in it though, I would stand in the straps for the legs and she would bend over. It was fun while it lasted.
Ah...that makes more sense. Letting her be the bottom.
I loved her
You didn't. Real talk...
You loved the idea of being with her. I get it. It's pretty cool to be with a basketball player. All of the envious looks you get when she's piggy backing you through the mall. The Sulley and Boo costumes for Halloween. Watching her go for thirds at Golden Corral. I get it. But that's not love.
I thought this thread was going to sink with just one or two posts tbh...
You didn't know her like I did. When it was just the both of us, basketball never even came up. We would laugh and just share ourselves with each other. The way she would lift me up to kiss me. The way she would let me stick it in her nostril and we would pretend to be circus performers and I would "nail" it in. Watching her change the bulb in the street light was like watching a Russian ballet.
hmmm. Maybe I'm wrong. I'll be honest...when I was with her, it was all about the show. Getting the attention. Even when we made love, we'd always jazz it up with role play. She was the Goliath to my gay David. Manute to my Spud. She drew the line though when I asked her to wear the crotchless giraffe suit and pygmy head bra.
I guess I was projecting my relationship with her onto you. Maybe I didn't give the real Margo a chance. My apologies.
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