spykee

Rugrats

Good bot.

Oh boy, I don't know how to break it to you.
This is not good bro.
I'll tell you what this is.
It's a classic case of asking strangers on the internet some medical advice. You clearly have the aggressive form of stupid bro.
There's just one cure.
A hard smack to your favourite side of the head and then, without fail, a visit to the local doctor, as a follow up.
Repeat as required.

You need help bro.
...and hookers.
Maybe spend a few days surrounded by Alt-Chicks titties while being choked on by their thighs.
It will warm up your soul.
.
Or alt-dudes, whoever makes you loose.

I am a fat ass.
I got myself a gym membership.
Had begun going, but then slacked off because of the reason listed in the first line.
Then, I saw this really superb workout underwear thing, (fuck knows what are they called), in a mall and thought that this might help me go back. So I bought a pair.
I shit you not, this fabric, I don't know what this is. But it's so fine that my jewels feel like they have been wrapped snug in velvet, they just feel so safe!
I'm a grower and not a shower but even then oh my heaven, my twigs and berries make a mound so perfect, it would make Himeros proud.
I think it's the same material they make Yoga pants with for women.
I now understand the fascination.
I now go to the gym just so that I get to wear these fancy knickers.

Change of plan.
I am now schooled on preferring positive physical greetings.
But I appreciate your input.

I am average!

Hmmm...
Hmmmmmm....
Yeah, i can see what you mean.
Okay. I take that comment back.
I will consider Grindr.

That's because it's the right thing to do.
I was there and the cars, the trucks and everything in-between, are everywhere except their own fucking lane!
Everybody was in a hurry like all of you overslept and are now late to the class.
You shitheads need to calm the fuck down.

No, I said that your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
Da fuck yu gonn do, bitch?

@rowinxavier@lemmy.world , meet @slazer2au@lemmy.world...
dude's airing your dirty laundry in public.
I'm more than happy to replace him in your country. I'll blend in 'swimming-costume-wearing-at-lunch' in no time.

How small does the friendship need to be for me to casually smooch all the pretty members of your society?