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Oh... fuck. I stated what I'm doing but not why.

I am my motivation. I want to be stronger, faster. I want to be more fit. It started out as a quest for pussy, like most of man's ambitions, but now it's become something personal. Everyone I know IRL is doubting me, I can feel it on the back of my neck. I need to prove it, to them, to myself, to the world, that I've got what it takes to rise above my addiction (food) and become a healthy, strong man.

I'm losing weight. And I'm working hard man, I'm working so fucking hard. Gym 4 days a week, diet strict as fuck.

I'm losing the pounds. I suppose I really ought to take before and after pics while I still have a before to take pics of...

I bet Gal's farts smell like strawberry muffins.

ProbablySkye posted...

Amigo, have a great life after this great day.

That's the plan, man.

Spread some positive vibes, CE. Where I am it's a beautiful night and that sky is sparkling with stars and bursting with fireworks!

Woulda been too busy eating Eve's groceries

Wonder how God would have felt about that

Imagine if there were still dinosaurs, though. Like imagine if you went outside and there was just fucking dinosaurs.

Well only the little bitty ones would be outside. All the big ones would be in sanctioned areas and monitored and probably on the verge of extinction because they don't want to bone in public and we can't figure out why they won't mate with a bunch of tourists watching them do it.

But like... dinosaurs, though. There should be more of those.

Not a lot to do today, leading up to the holiday, so I'm just kinda chilling. I've already been to the gym, was there for two hours. I'm sore but I feel great. And I'm just kinda chilling now, letting my body do what it does and rest up, so I throw on my headphones and get to listening to some music. I feel peaceful. I don't feel the need to do anything in particular. I don't feel like I'm wasting time. I just feel like I'm enjoying it now.

And I'm sitting here and I'm listening to my beats (the music, not the headphones, I don't own Beats by Dre and am alright with that). So I'm listening to my beats, and I get to thinking... The world's pretty cool nowadays. Sure, we've got some bad spots, and a lot of people are still having a rough time, but overall, I think we're in a good place. We, as a species, have come so far and we're accomplishing so much. Our time is finite, and eventually we'll explode and be returned to space dust, but despite that we're pushing forward, and we're making the most of every day. Learning, exploring, helping one another.

Man, fucking great planet and time to be alive. As far as planets go, I gotta give Earth 10/10. We live on a good fucking planet, even though some just want to watch it burn. If those people could just chill, like I'm chilling right now, we could all have a good time and enjoy it together. The warm sun, the cool breeze, the clear waters, the bright blue sky, and all the little things humanity has made for humans to enjoy.

Are you all having a good time today?

I take issue with something you said. You said you missed your life. That's not true.

You may have missed a few key moments, but there's plenty of time left and so much to do out there. Life is still happening all around you, man. Get yourself out there, be a part of it. It's gonna be hard, but you gotta make that push if you want to experience life.

Because I only posted two. I can't put 3/2 in one post.

There's this one gif that gets around reddit every now and then, appears to be a normal post with some comments under it but as you scroll down to read a huge fucking spider runs up the screen.

Gets me every single gosh damn time...

I've never actually had sex before, so I'm sure I'd finish in like a minute with each partner. So having 59 minutes recovery between sessions, fuck yeah I could do it. I've deed with more frequency than that before.

Alizee Jacotey
Gal Gaddot
Emma Watson
Vida Guerra
Yu Aoi

You short on cash, man?

This is an outrage. Women shun the "undesirable" man and deny him any type of companionship, and then have the nerve to make a site like this when he seeks an alternative!

By early Z one Z-warrior should be fast enough to snatch all seven balls out of the air before they can get away.

By end of Z they could just have Supreme Kai put a katchin cage around that shit. All seven, eternally bound together.

WSM Piru posted...

That would imply that the American medical system was about treating your illness rather than making as much profit as possible.

#gotem

Bad_Mojo posted...

BLAKUboy posted...

Kid Buu is literally the weakest form of Buu. But he was the most dangerous as he was so unpredictable.

Yep

I honestly will never understand how people don't understand this.

Because the dub and also because you expect the "final form" of something to be strongest even though Kid Buu is actually Buu's base form.

Righto, pal. All you say is true just because you say it is, and I know jack shit and I'm just a total idiot. Right, right, right.

You done with your outburst?

Dragonblade01 posted...

ChromaticAngel posted...

Dragonblade01 posted...

Yes, but possession and production are two very different things. The production of child pornography is entirely reprehensible and should continue to be severely punished.

The demand to possess Child pornography encourages its production. That's why you punish both.

The demand exists regardless. But sure, you can punish both. I don't have a problem with that. But possession shouldn't come with jail time. A fine is suitable for possession. Possession should only result in jail time if the illegal thing can, itself, be used to cause harm.

I don't think you fully understand the ramifications. A person downloading an image or video contributes to the demand. So while being in possession doesn't directly harm anyone, helping to create a market for the content is very, very destructive and almost as bad as producing it oneself.

I want a few posters to know here that earlier a post of mine was deleted for offensive because I said the man who downloaded CP should be jailed and thereafter killed. I understand how that could be seen as offensive, to say we should kill someone, and I regret phrasing it the way I did but can we all not pretend that death isn't what happens to any pedophile who goes to prison? If they're found out, they're murdered. So when you sentence a pedophile to jail, they will most likely be killed. That's just the reality of the situation. I don't think they should be murdered in prison, but it's most likely going to happen. To jail them is tantamount to killing them.

A 3D printing of CP? Where is the child? Is it locked inside the doll? Oh god, the horror!

Some of you say the most nonsensical shit to justify your hate boner. Again, these are human beings. If they haven't committed a crime, klling them isn't right. Locking them up for life isn't right. They have a disorder. They should be treated and helped, not condemned just for being alive. Now, the guy in the OP's link had actual CP so that's wrong and he should be in jail, absolutely. But ordering the doll? A tool that can help pedophiles relieve their sexual tension without hurting a child? That ain't no crime. Pedophiles should be able to order something like that to help them through life with their disorder.

Fuck is wrong with some of you that you think it's okay to just slaughter or enslave something you don't understand? Simply barbaric.

You might have to educate me on this one. I dropped out of school and whatever.

It's so easy to just take a person and label them a demon so you can feel just about killing them.

Pedophiles are people. I believe pedophilia is a disorder. I've seen communities on reddit talking about how some pedophiles are suicidal because of it. There's no part of me that can force myself to believe anyone would choose the life of a pedophile, a life hated and repressed. That's not a choice people make, that's a problem they should be helped in addressing. Instead they're pretty much forced by society to hide away and they can never get help.

Not every pedophile is an offender. These are people. Why don't they deserve a chance to get help? I think if we had some kind of system in place where pedophiles could seek legit professional therapy, and be monitored by authorities as far as their internet traffic and whatnot, but otherwise be treated as normal citizens, that would be a much better situation for everyone.

Maybe I'm the crazy one for not just wanting to kill everyone, and actually wanting to find a solution for them instead. But I believe in peace, and I don't think destroying or permanently imprisoning people is the right answer.

Feline_Heart posted...

Chicken_Butt posted...

I knew a girl named America once. I thought that was a beautiful name.

Did she have a brother named Amerigo?

Nah. Did you know an America with an Amerigo brother?

I knew a girl named America once. I thought that was a beautiful name.

While this man in particular should definitely be jailed and eventually killed because he produces and distributes that fucked up shit that harms kids, buying a doll I don't have a problem with.

There are going to be pedophiles no matter what you do. Always has been, always will be. Pedophiles that seek counselling and safe, harmless outlets, I don't have a problem with them. They're good men and women, trying to cope with a nasty disorder.

You can't just lock up everyone on the chance they might commit a crime. But such persons should be monitored, they should be given comfortable, discrete access to therapy with trained professionals who know how to handle and address the problem, and they should be allowed access to whatever tools might help them work through the problem.

I'm not giving up. I just had a huge moment of being a little bitch. It's alright. Just gotta bounce back and get back on it, and try not to waver again. I just needed to vent.

Puglia77 posted...

I feel you, man. That reminds me of the time I cheated on my diet, and big time. It's been two weeks since I started, and it was all going well. Less than 1,200 calories a day, every day. Lost a good few pounds, too.

But today, I snapped. I lost control. I came into work and the weekend crew ruined every single good thing I had going. A special order for a very important customer didn't go out, and even though the order was still stationed in the bay where I left it Friday, the blame was shifted to me. I tried to present the paperwork showing that I fulfilled the order to the manager, but I guess someone pissed in his Cheerios because he shouted at me over the nasty email he got from the customer about their missed order instead of hearing anything I had to say.

So I get home from work and I have a key in the mailbox. Great. I ordered something a while back and I'd been patiently waiting. But I took the key to the parcel locker, and the fucking thing wouldn't open. I tried for damn near ten minutes. Every angle, every level of pressure. Right key, right locker, no dice. So I called the post office, and they tell me they can't send anyone to help until tomorrow (I was calling around 4).

So all that was shit. But I blew it off. I came in, and started prepping my dinner, a careful meal of carrots, peas, white meat chicken and grain pasta. I pour the water, I lay down the ingredients, I set the stove, and now all I have to do is wait for it to boil.

Just then, my gut started to rumble. I ran for the restroom. Despite having barely eaten in the last few days, my body decided right now would be a fantastic fucking time to break into a cold sweat and have a horrid episode in the restroom. I felt like something was coming, but nothing would come out. So I just sat, sweating and cold, and trying to shit but unable to make the magic happen. Finally, after some time, I just give up and rush back to my meal.

On any other day, my oven would take fucking ages to bring anything to a boil. Not today. Today the oven decided to burn the ever-loving shit out of my food in record time.

And then I scraped it up and dumped it into the trash, and figured I'd just make it again, and when I went to run the water and clean out the molten rock that used to be food, the handle broke off my fucking sink.

By this point I'd had just about all I could take. I hit myself a few times in a bout of impotent rage, slammed a door to show off how big and bad I was to an audience of none, and stormed off to the store. I bought a bag of Tyson chicken strips, a goddamned Watchamacallit bar, and an energy drink just to make sure I was destroying myself internally as much as possible.

And then I came home, still mad, still hungry, and I destroyed that shit. And now I feel like shit. And I still feel like I have to shit. This whole day has just been shit and I made it even worse for myself by throwing a childish temper tantrum. I'm 27.

I wish I were just a little more dramatic so I could go throw myself off a cliff, but instead I'm just going to piss and moan and be angry at myself for letting myself down even though I'm the one that told me to do it in the first place because I got mad about things beyond my control.

Everyone berate me for being human garbage. It'll make me feel better.

I cheated on my diet, and big time. It's been two weeks since I started, and it was all going well. Less than 1,200 calories a day, every day. Lost a good few pounds, too.

But today, I snapped. I lost control. I came into work and the weekend crew ruined every single good thing I had going. A special order for a very important customer didn't go out, and even though the order was still stationed in the bay where I left it Friday, the blame was shifted to me. I tried to present the paperwork showing that I fulfilled the order to the manager, but I guess someone pissed in his Cheerios because he shouted at me over the nasty email he got from the customer about their missed order instead of hearing anything I had to say.

So I get home from work and I have a key in the mailbox. Great. I ordered something a while back and I'd been patiently waiting. But I took the key to the parcel locker, and the fucking thing wouldn't open. I tried for damn near ten minutes. Every angle, every level of pressure. Right key, right locker, no dice. So I called the post office, and they tell me they can't send anyone to help until tomorrow (I was calling around 4).

So all that was shit. But I blew it off. I came in, and started prepping my dinner, a careful meal of carrots, peas, white meat chicken and grain pasta. I pour the water, I lay down the ingredients, I set the stove, and now all I have to do is wait for it to boil.

Just then, my gut started to rumble. I ran for the restroom. Despite having barely eaten in the last few days, my body decided right now would be a fantastic fucking time to break into a cold sweat and have a horrid episode in the restroom. I felt like something was coming, but nothing would come out. So I just sat, sweating and cold, and trying to shit but unable to make the magic happen. Finally, after some time, I just give up and rush back to my meal.

On any other day, my oven would take fucking ages to bring anything to a boil. Not today. Today the oven decided to burn the ever-loving shit out of my food in record time.

And then I scraped it up and dumped it into the trash, and figured I'd just make it again, and when I went to run the water and clean out the molten rock that used to be food, the handle broke off my fucking sink.

By this point I'd had just about all I could take. I hit myself a few times in a bout of impotent rage, slammed a door to show off how big and bad I was to an audience of none, and stormed off to the store. I bought a bag of Tyson chicken strips, a goddamned Watchamacallit bar, and an energy drink just to make sure I was destroying myself internally as much as possible.

And then I came home, still mad, still hungry, and I destroyed that shit. And now I feel like shit. And I still feel like I have to shit. This whole day has just been shit and I made it even worse for myself by throwing a childish temper tantrum. I'm 27.

I wish I were just a little more dramatic so I could go throw myself off a cliff, but instead I'm just going to piss and moan and be angry at myself for letting myself down even though I'm the one that told me to do it in the first place because I got mad about things beyond my control.

Everyone berate me for being human garbage. It'll make me feel better.

Ghostbusters

Pfft. Obviously women specialize in HEALING magic. Only men can use illusions and pyromancy. DUH.

Serious response time: Did you just fucking diss my waifu? I'll have you know I've spent over $400 on Dark Magician Girl merchandise.

I would fuck literally the first girl to offer to have sex with me. Her looks, her cis/trans status, her career, her reason for wanting to smash, none of that matters. Nothing matters.

I'm just so done with being a virgin, I would smash the first girl to take one for the team. No questions asked.

I'm uglier than all y'all. I guarantee it.

Ass is definitely amazing. Top-tier stuff.

Dude, come on... she's pretty much flawless. Not only is she beyond beautiful, she's also an exemplary human being. She's done more with her life so far than most posters here probably ever will. She's an inspirational figure to girls and women everywhere. I bet if you had to talk to her IRL, you'd piss yourself and pass out...

The price point doesn't matter... power does.

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You shitting me with this thread, broski?

I didn't even like her movie and I've never seen a more beautiful woman. Like, damn, she's pretty much perfect.

Mad PS4 guys? Ain't no surprise.

That's why we got haters, that's why we got haters
Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go

PS4 Pro: Pssh. I can already run plenty of games at a choppy 30FPS with advanced rendering shortc-I mean techniques. What are you trying to do, run games at a stable 60FPS? Hahaha, nobody wants that.

(PS4 Pro chuckles nervously.)

Yeah. As a guy with a sister I can never get into that shit. I think it's mostly people without siblings that are super into it, but if you actually have a sibling, watching those videos is just... You probably didn't know this, but your brain can vomit, and that's what happens. You brain vomit all over the inside of your head.

Eh... I don't eat those things. Can't stand 'em.

What in tarnation...

Blue. Everyone in my family has blue eyes. Y'all make it seem uncommon.

Blue_Inigo posted...

Velma, Daphney, and Shaggy work the corner

Fred manages the operation

You're going in the right direction, but you got it a little backward.

Fred, Daphney and Shaggy work the corner.

Velma manages the operation.

ArchiePeck posted...

I just don't understand why people get in really bad shape. Physical activity is FUN!

Do you want my sob story? Because this is how you get my sob story.

Actually, it's not very long. I didn't get fat until my teens. When I was a kid my family was poor af. We never had extra food, sometimes we had no food at all. Sometimes we were homeless.

When food became a readily available thing, all I ever wanted to do was eat it. I wanted to try everything. So many things I'd never had, and I was bound to have them all. And I ate, and ate, and ate. And I experienced many flavors and combinations.

And before I knew it I was a balloon and addicted to food. And I just stayed that way for like twelve years.

I also got modded for saying that, so... it's good to be sharing a boat with you, I guess.

26, no.