Tell you kids, back in my day, we had it so rough... or so much better, i can't tell anymore. Anyway, every day, we would wake up at 2 in the morning and go to the table for breakfast. We all lived in a closet, you see, so it was one room. and we would ask, me and my 64 brothers and 27 sisters, "what's for breakfast mum?". she would smack us all with a shoe and say "cold beans". and if we complained and said "but we had cold beans yesterday" - because we had cold beans every day - she would smack us all five times with a shoe and say "tough its all we can afford, i'm trying to feed a family of 93 with just half a silver buckington", a silver buckington was about the same as half a penny back in the day. Then we would head to school, we met up with the johnson kids from down the road, and walked the 1674 miles to school. on the way to school, we had to walk up a mountain so tall it extended to outer space. When we got to the top of the mountain, we would see the peterson boys on their fancy bikes - which they dont make like they used to, and we would race them down the mountain. Then, when we got to school at 4 in the morning, the headmaster would come up to us and say "you bloody kids are late", then he would smack us all with the cane 10 times and tell us we had 7 years of detention. then, we went to class, and mr stevenson would say "ok line up kids", then he would spank us each 60 times, then hit us each with the cane 40 times each. Then it was 7 at night and we had to walk home. then, when we got home, we'd ask "whats for dinner mum?", and she'd smack us each 50 times with a pan and say "rotten cabage", and if we complained, she would smack us each 100 times with a broom and say "im trying to feed a family of 154 on just one islet sliver, just you wait until your dad gets home" - now an islet silver was worth about as much as a grain of sand. Then, when our dad got home from his job at the soot factory, he would hit us all 180 times with his belt. if we had been naughty, we would hit us all another 600 times. Then, at 1:58, mum would say "ok time for bed". then, we got into our potato sacks, and she would hit us each with a shoe 8 times before we went to sleep. On saturdays, we went down to uncle bob's farm to work. we would have to walk 345 miles to the bus stop, then catch the route 4 bus for 56 stops. we would get on the bus and pay our fare of 3 teddy roses - now a teddy rose is worth about the same as a flake of skin. Then, if the ticket inspector came to us, he would hit us all 4 times with his baton. if any of us had lost our ticket, we would hit us all 10 times again and throw us off the bus and we had to walk the rest of the way. when we got to the farm, uncle bob would drive to the gate in his tractor, hit us all 780 times with his crowbar, and tell us to get in his trailer so he could drive us to the farm house. then, we had to plow the fields with a toothbrush in the blazing summer heat - now, they dont make summers like they used to, so it was about 1345.4 degrees spencer, or 67 degrees centigrade using your new-fangled metric system. Then, we would have to milk the cows - now, they dont make cows like they used to, so each cow weighed about 459 hog's heads, or 3.2 tonnes in your new-fangled metric system. if you touched a cows udder, it would kick you and you would die, so you had to be really careful when you milked the cows. then, when we were done, uncle bob would say "ok kids time for your pocket money". He would give us each 9 copper jemimahs - which are worth about one political promise each - and beat us each 6 times with his tractor before we left. on sundays, we would meet the johnson boys and go down to the river - now, they don't make rivers like they used to, so this river was about as wide as the whole of america, and as deep as the marianas trench, and it was filled with liquid tungsten. We would play by the old oak tree near the river, climbing on it and building tree houses and such. now - they don't make trees like they used to, so this tree had a trunk as thick as a city, and was tall enough that the branches on the top could scrape the moon. One day, little jimmy fell from the top of the tree. when he hit the ground, the only bit of his body we could recognise was his left eyeball. We picked up all his bits and rushed him to the doctors surgery. dr james said "oh its just a scratch little jimmy dont worry pop a plaster on it and you'll be right" and he gave little jimmy a plaster and a lollipop and he was ok. After we finished playing by the river, we would go into town and get some candy. now, back in the day, you could give the shopkeeper one bronze winglet - which is worth about as much as a ciggarette butt - and he would give you the entire stock of the store. So we would go and get our candy, and we'd go into the town square and eat it. now, we didn't have any of your fancy food laws back in the day, so there was all kinds of stuff in our candy, bleach, rust, bones--you name it. so we would always get a little hyper after our candy. One day, when we were hyper, we went up the mr boris's car, the only car in the town, and touched it. as we touched it, we saw dad storming down the street holding his belt. "you kids, having fun while i work all day in the soot factory just so you can have grilled water for tea every night, i oughta smack you all". We were sure he was going to smack us, but then he said "no, i got a better idea, ill take you to see mr henderson, he'll set ya right", now, dad had told us about mr henderson. Mr henderson was a veteran from the great war, where he got a really bad injury, but we never knew what it was. dad walked us all down to the pub, and we saw a left testicle propped up on a pegleg. "Mr henderson," said dad, "i have some kids here who need a good whooping", then, mr henderson picked up the entire pub, and hit us each 4006 times with it. then, dad said "right, i gotta go back to the soot factory, you kids run on home now". Now, by now it was 1pm, which meant it was curfew. while we were walking out of the town square, we heard a man shout "oi you bloody kids, its curfew". We turned around and saw the constable holding his baton. he hit us each 160265 times with his baton, then put us in gaol for 60123865 years. now - they don't make gaols like they used to - this one had 5 mile thick steel walls, and a single hole in the top let in some light. we were in there for about 13526 years, until mum baked the constable some cardboard pie so he would let us out. then, she hit us all 1292 times with a washboard, and grounded us for the rest of our lives. So don't you come complaining to me about nonsense like not having tv while hiking 25 miles to school.
One of the stupidest reddit/internet culture 'trends' (which honestly isn't even a trend considering only Redditors do this weird shit).
"Look how cool I am copying, pasting and repeating someone else's weird/lame shit from years ago" like it's just unfortunate these kids don't comprehend how cringe, nerdy and lame this shit is. I could only assume they're kids. If adults are running around doing this then they've probably never mentally matured in their lives/are emotionally or mentally stunted as seems to be common for Redditors.
Reddit culture is so damn cringe and unfunny it just brings annoyance at least half the time.
Like honestly, it's 2023, who goes around copying shit others typed then spams it around? It's one of the lamest things you could do online and if people are doing that there's a good possibility their whole life revolves around reddit and the Internet, which is sad and isn't a good/cool/positive thing, regardless what people want to believe.
But of course people won't see the stupidity behind this. Any time people actually make a post about this you get a bunch of emotionally stunted, immature and unoriginal Redditors typically and goofily running to the comments being triggered, typically and stupidly copying and pasting the post in the comments or running to copypasta subreddits with the post like a buch of middle school nerds. Every time. It's like reddit can never quit being typical lame trolls for one minute. It's more pathetic than anything. But it's always pathetic when you depend on exploiting people's natural human emotions for their own amusement and ego boost. So many humans are shit and they all seem to hive mind to reddit for some reason. Can't wait until reddit finally quits being a platform. Reddit should have finally went away during these half assed lame 'blackouts' months ago. Cuz honestly a lot of these people don't deserve Reddit just like reddit doesn't deserve the traffic/money it gets. Yet here I still am.
Either way; fuck copypastas. They aren't funny. They aren't cool. They aren't interesting. They aren't entertaining. You aren't some cool, hip, unique person for posting them. And you aren't cool for conforming to reddits shitty internet culture. Would be great if individuality and originality were actually popular and sought after on reddit. So many people want to come off as being original or not like everyone else, yet act exactly like the next redditor.
The original point of this post kind of deviated I guess but I really don't care tbh. Just tired of everyone defending this shitty reddit culture/mentality as if it's cute or some shit. Tired of the immature cringey reddit teenagers too. I'd also say a very large portion of the Redditors that hate kids are ironically kids themselves, so the feeling is definitely mutual 😒 Redditors essentially hating themselves lol. People should be least 5 years out of high school before they go around talking about being "anti kids" when you're still damn near a kid yourself 🤣🤦🏽♂️
Just quit all the immature bs on reddit already 🤦🏽♂️ for a platform that wants to pride itself on being "intellectuals", hating "normies", being "different", being "superior" to other social medias and believing in "freedom", the majority of said platforms culture is nothing but the opposite lol.
I'm done with this lil rant/vent tho cuz ultimately it's pointless... reddit/Redditors aren't going to change. It's like it can't. This post'll probably get more emotional hate opposed to Redditors actually thinking about what's being said and looking at ways to better it. Doesn't matter how many times we make rants complaining about reddit; Redditors seem unable to change or better themselves or their platform. They get sensitive when they're criticized yet don't think about why they're criticized and how to change/better it. Not sure if the ego is too strong to actually be able to or if they just can't comprehend it/think introspectively. Reddit's just keep acting the same way, day in and day out. Nothing ever changes on this platform and it's unfortunate. Given the wide knowledge of Reddits issues and the amount of people that vocally talk about it, you'd think Redditors would try fixing the issues and making it a better place by now.
But again, this is reddit. Typical reddit.
Hope y'all enjoy your day
Who is Youngboy? in math: my solution ➗ in history: my King 👑 in art: my muse 🎨 in science: my oxygen 💨 in geography: my world 🌎
NBA Youngboy is my idol. Hes the person I aspire to be, hes my light of day. The way his music flows and sounds is extravagant and pleasant. Youngboy is an icon, a legend, my idol, a king, an inspiration, a STAR. I could go on and on, understand this. I love NBA Youngboy.
Before I listened to Youngboy, I was nothing. A loser you could say. One day my homie said, "hey have you heard Youngboy". I said no, so he turned on Slime Belief. I heard the pure emotions coming from his words. I cried deep emotional tears and realized at that very moment I could make something of myself. I turned my life around and became a very cool person and broke out of my shell. He saved me. I met Youngboy and he told me to "follow my dreams" and not to listen to the bitchass haters. Youngboy saved me. Thank you Kentrell Gaulden. Bless Youngboy. He is our savior. He saved me from living life as a loser.
We need a human with the best coordination and muscle control. I bet we could get the DNA from some of the best players and isolate their babies in a room where food is only provided after completing extreme demons. This way only the most skilled would survive to have offspring which will hopefully surpass the previous generation.
If i could bang any of the coven members it would be potion master for sure. I would grab that silver haired slut and lynch her asshole so hard even Ret couldnt bring that ass back after i was done with it.I would destroy those painted lips like i was maf and those lips werejailer after all the tps were dead. I would make her ride me like town rides people who claim bg on the stand. I wouldn't use protectionI'd be so reckless with her, like visitng the guy who talked d1. Legit,I would eat her out like a starving Ethiopian child at an all-you-can-eat buffet. I would cream in her so much people would start calling her "frosted cake". I would split those cheeks so well Moses would compliment me on my ability to split things. I would bang potion masterso hard shed leave coven for me. I love potion master.
You know I never really looked at and fully appreiciated how hot the Potion Master silhouette really is... Though it could just be my love for the Mad scientist trope, I can't help but stare at how he holds those viles. His handling of the potions tell me just how skilled and delicate to hold them in such a way, wonder if his hands are just as skilled..
If they told me to test their elixers, I'd happily do so, hoping that maybe what ever they brewed would be something that could change my body to fit his desire. Maybe a brew that makes my mind and body unable to resist his command. I'd let him do any experiment on me that he wishes, my body was donated to him afterall so I realistically couldn't deny his requests without some punishment... Oh but the idea of a punishment justs makes me even more entralled with him! God I love the potion master so much!
God I love the Potion Master so much, I love their long silver hair with their lips covered in that brown lipstick, and their lovely coat they hide their potions in. I go over to their hideout with their friends everyday, sneaking in with their help. Once we are both alone together, they hand me a potion, one that has a pink color to it, I drink it, becoming horny and hard instantly as I quickly take my clothes off. I pin them against the wall, with them begging for me to destroy them as I take off their clothes too. After I finish taking off their clothes I enter them quickly without any warning, hearing them moan out loud because of all the force I initially enter with, I wouldn’t even be gentle with them, just thrust inside of the forcefully as I feel their body shake. I would bite their neck as I pulled their silver hair, hearing them moan out in pleasure from the pain asking for more. I tell them to wrap their legs around me as I hold them up against the wall, holding one of my hands under them as I support them and slap their ass. I would continue like this with her for sometime before I took my other hand and started massaging her perfect breasts, as she looked up at me with a look that was her pleading for more, I would go even faster and rougher with her as I praised and degraded her, calling her a slut for taking this from me every day but also praising her with how beautiful and obedient she was. I keep going, feeling her legs go limp from the roughness as she shakes and begs for more as her eyes get fuller, and she starts at me eyes wide and her open mouth as I continue to break her, I bite her so hard it’s almost like I was a Vampire trying to convert her, all of this makes it so she just moans constantly, only speaking to me to beg for more but she now calls me master. Eventually she orgasms and tightens around me as I do as well, cumming inside of her without asking because I know she’d love it, just all the other nights, once we are done with both of our orgasms, I pull out as she lets out a soft moan, I clean us both up as she talks to me in a new way of speech that only comes out when I do this, I also pet her and talk to her while that happens, and she purrs to show she enjoys it. Once I finish with the clean up we put our clothes back on as we get into her bed together, she cuddles up to me and wraps her arms around me as she talks about how she loves to serve me, I talk about how much of a good girl she is as I start to pet her again, we continue with this for a bit before we both fall asleep, cuddled up together.
I am a heterosexual ultra-masculine male. I would NEVER feel sexual attraction to another man. Not even a slender, supple young lad with a fat ass and hyper feminine features, wearing the most endearing cat outfit you could possibly imagine. That isn’t attractive to me at all. I am NOT getting bricked up just thinking about this. If anyone finds pictures that match this description, please send all of them to me so I know what to avoid.
