Thinking about buying an rv. Then charge $30 to rent it for an hour. Cash only. Cheat on who ever without a paper trial.

I guess the TLDR of this is, I fucked a young fatty.

I'm 28, engaged to be married and working as an general IT monkey for a small firm. We have a trial contract for a call centre, and I got talking to the manager, who offered me extra cash to come out and sort his router out and build a pc from parts he bought but pussied out from putting together.

I got there on the weekend, and get to putting the PC together, largely being left to it, before sorting out the networking issues, he was paranoid about wireless signals so it was all LAN only, and I needed to fuck around with every PC connected, I do so on each machine in turn before there is one upstairs. I ask the guy, and he says it's his daughters room, that she is out but to ignore the mess and sort the issue out otherwise he would never hear the end of it.

I venture in, and its a fucking mess. I clear enough room to work, and fix the problem quick. My mind starts wondering what the daughter is like, and I start getting half a mind to do something like investigate her laundry for some nice knickers to steal before the paranoia seeps in that that getting busted could really fuck up my job. I settle for attempting to find shit on her computer (no luck, pretty much a fresh install) and poking around her room in the few minutes I figured I had. Opened the top bedside drawer and among the normal junk staring me in the face is a cheap gold vibrator. I look over my shoulder at a closed door before picking it up. I can smell that it doesn't get cleaned much, and my cock is suddenly raging. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, so I replace it and bail out of the room, to run into the guy, who is happy I did such a quick job.

I get so fucking tired about hearing about queer rights. That fucking trial about the faggots room mate recording him and then he jumped of the bridge. The trial is lame fuck all the gay support groups.

I have a confession to make. Growing up, I have been sexual abused and have done it to others. I've been in therapy on and off and I feel as if no progress has been made to help get over it. Within the past 2 months I've had a fantasy of rapying my niece, being caught in the act, being trialed, and telling my brother "COME AT ME YOU FUCKING MOLESTING BITCH ASS BRO, COME AT ME BITCH." My brother molested me around age 7, as well as others. When I think about my life, I can see the affects of it. It's still affecting me. I put in a request to go in therapy to help me get over it but in the past, I don't really feel much different from when i started. Actually, it's been getting worse. At age 14, when I first started noticing signs, I was beginning to be sexual attracted to younger girls. The young girls i prefer are from ages 5-12. At first i was appalled at my thoughts but as time went on, it became harder and harder to fight those thoughts to the point of where i just gave up and just let them go on in my head. I've molested some people before before I turned 13 and haven't done it since (I'm 18). When I did it, I wasn't too damn sure of what I was doing. These urges have gotten me to do some illegal things. Nothing physical but it is still illegal and I just want my thoughts, urges, attractions to disappear.

how would u horny assholes treat me? my of isnt doing well right now so ill give yall a free trial

What is up with banned words on this site? What is the significance of getting logged and is there a viewable list or is it trial and error?

WHAT NATIONALITY WAS JESUS?

There were 3 good arguments that Jesus was Black:
1. He called everyone brother
2. He liked Gospel
3. He didn't get a fair trial

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish:
1. He went into His Father's business
2. He lived at home until he was 33
3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his Mother was sure He was God

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Italian:
1. He talked with His hands
2. He had wine with His meals
3. He used olive oil

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a Californian:
1. He never cut His hair
2. He walked around barefoot all the time
3. He started a new religion

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was an American Indian:
1. He was at peace with nature
2. He ate a lot of fish
3. He talked about the Great Spirit

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Irish:
1. He never got married..
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.

But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus was a woman:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was virtually no food
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it
3. And even when He was dead, He had to get up because there was still work to do

Can I get an AMEN!!

This is some bitch I fucked who I offered to be my bitch while I pimped her out. She was down with it but I couldn't commit because I was in town for only a short time. She's in jail now awaiting trial for attempted murder, larceny, and some other shit. Guess her being my bitch would have been a life-saver for her. So unfortunate.

thought you guys may find this useful >:D

http://mobiola.com/mobiola-web-camera

theres a 5 day trial with it

ohhh the possabilities

Polling Question

Imagine that someone showed this cartoon to you in the year 2021.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfdtTskmn5U

And then that someone told you that this is audio is from an actual court trial; the audio is real....

Would you believe that? Would you think that this was an actual event?

i hate the fact that we have to advertise ourselves as products just to talk to someone new, i hate the fact that we need profiles to sum ourselves up, what happened to actually getting to know someone by trial and error? just because you like someones profile doesn't mean you'd get along... half the shit people put on their profiles isn't true anyway, its not who they are, just who they want to be seen as.
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