Copypasta of a person’s past experience or events that is so absurd it became a meme of its own. Usually untrue stories that tries to circle jerk opinions.
The day have not been passed but this update is urgent.
Remember the pigeon I raped? Well he was suppose to tell his friends to be afraid of me INSTEAD, he went and told all his friends that I fuck and now I have a bigger problem. The pigeons, both male and female keep coming to my window sill and balcony and harassing me begging me to fuck them. There is 100x more shit on my balcony now. They keep cooing, moaning, and banging against my windows begging for the dick.
I can’t leave my house anymore because when I do, they recognize me and mob me humping me and moaning. My plan didn’t go as expected at all and I don’t know what to do now. I can’t sleep at night because of all the cooing, moaning and banging against the windows. Is there a way to make myself unattractive to the pigeons? Has anyone dealt with this before?
Also I heard news some new neighbour is coming into my town named "Jamal"
Today, I saw a pigeon land on my balcony and I absolutely lost my shit. I was struck with a primal urge to assert male dominance and went out, grabbed the pigeon, took it into my bathroom, and assfucked it raw over my toilet bowl. It felt good to show the pigeon who’s boss like how people do it in prison. My cock barely fit inside his small ass, and for a moment I thought my thrusts could kill or severely injure him. He started cooing and moaning, and he came all over my toilet bowl. I finished inside him raw.
I took him back to the balcony and released him so that he could tell all his friends how I humiliated him and pounded a gaping hole in his ass prison style. I thought this would scare them away for good.
Hopefully this bitch wont comeback with his friends.
I never thought I'd be sharing my story on Reddit, but here goes. My name is Puddles, and I am a pigeon. I had a traumatic experience today that I just can't seem to shake off.
I was innocently flying around, looking for some crumbs to snack on, when I landed on this man's balcony. Little did I know that this man was a monster. He started screaming and foaming at the mouth, and I could sense that something was off. He grabbed me and dragged me into the bathroom.
What happened next is too gruesome for words. He undid his trousers and started violently raping me. I tried to fly away, but his grip was too tight. I couldn't believe what was happening. The worst part is that he was enjoying it! The pleasure he was feeling was sickening.
After he was done, he released me and I flew away as fast as I could. I don't know if I'll ever recover from this. I'm so traumatized that I don't even know if I'll ever be able to fly again.
But what really baffles me is the reaction of my pigeon friends. When I told them what happened, they all said "I wish I was you." I just don't understand.
I hope no other pigeon has to go through what I went through today. I'm just grateful to be alive, but the memory of what happened will haunt me forever.
My son told me today he is a furry. He was sent away and we searched his room. His Google Chrome history was full of this group. I have seen unholy drawings and sick jokes that he posts here. We found a folder full of pornographic comics and something called based department. This group has destroyed my son. His mind is filled with naked animals. Groups like this need to be shut down and banned. That's all. Took me an hour to figure out how to post here - I hope you read this and see the lives you destroy. We will be having a VERY stern chat with him and he's not going to have social media access for a LONG time.
5:45 AM – Mohamed Atta and Abdul Aziz al-Omari, two of the intended hijackers, pass through security at the Portland International Jetport in Maine. They board a commuter flight to Boston Logan International Airport, they then board American Airlines Flight 11.
7:59 AM – Flight 11 takes off from Boston, headed for Los Angeles, California. There are 76 passengers, 11 crew members, and 5 hijackers on board.
8:15 AM – United Airlines Flight 175 takes off from Boston, also headed for Los Angeles. There are 51 passengers, 9 crew members, and 5 hijackers on board.
8:19 AM – A flight attendant on Flight 11, Betty Ann Ong, alerts ground personnel that a hijacking is underway and that the cockpit is unreachable.
8:20 AM – American Airlines Flight 77 takes off from Dulles, outside of Washington, DC, headed for Los Angeles. There are 53 passengers, 6 crew members, and 5 hijackers on board.
8:24 AM – Mohamed Atta, a hijacker on Flight 11, unintentionally alerts air controllers in Boston to the attack. He meant to press the button that allowed him to talk to the passengers on his flight.
8:37 AM – After hearing the broadcast from Atta on Flight 11, Boston air traffic control alerts the US Air Force’s Northeast Defense Sector, who then mobilize the Air National Guard to follow the plane.
8:42 AM – United Flight 93 takes off from Newark, New Jersey, after a delay due to routine traffic. It was headed for San Francisco, California. There are 33 passengers, 7 crew members, and 4 hijackers are on board.
8:46 AM – Flight 11 crashes into the World Trade Center’s North Tower. All passengers aboard are instantly killed, and employees of the WTC are trapped above the 91st floor.
9:03 AM – Flight 175 crashes into the WTC’s South Tower. All passengers aboard are killed instantly and so are an unknown number of people in the tower.
9:05 AM – President George W. Bush, in an elementary school classroom in Florida, is informed about the hit on the second tower. His chief of staff, Andrew Card, whispers the chilling news into the president’s ear. Bush later wrote about his response: “I made the decision not to jump up immediately and leave the classroom. I didn’t want to rattle the kids. I wanted to project a sense of calm… I had been in enough crises to know that the first thing the leader has to do is to project calm.”
9:28 AM – Hijackers attack on Flight 93.
9:37 AM – Flight 77 crashes into the Pentagon. All passengers aboard are instantly killed and so are 125 civilian and military personnel in the building.
9:45 AM – US airspace is shut down under Operation Yellow Ribbon. All civilian aircraft are ordered to land at the nearest airport.
9:55 AM – Air Force One with President George W. Bush aboard takes off from Florida.
9:57 AM – Passengers aboard Flight 93 begin to run up toward the cockpit. Jarrah, the pilot, begins to roll the plane back and forth in an attempt to destabilize the revolt.
9:59 AM – The South Tower of the World Trade Center collapses.
10:02 AM – Flight 93 plows into an empty field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania. Although its ultimate target is unknown, it was likely heading for either the White House or the US Capitol.
10:18 AM – President Bush authorizes any non-grounded planes to be shot down. At that time, all four hijacked planes had already crashed but the president’s team was operating under the impression that Flight 93 was still in the air.
10:28 AM – The North Tower of the World Trade Center collapses.
10:53 AM – Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld orders the US military to move to a higher state of alert, going to DEFCON 3.
11:45 AM – Air Force 1 lands at Barksdale Air Force Base near Shreveport, Louisiana.
12:15 PM – Airspace in the United States is completely free of all commercial and private flights.
1:30 PM – Air Force 1 leaves Barksdale.
2:30 PM – Rudy Giuliani, the mayor of New York City, visits the fallen Twin Towers of the World Trade Center at what becomes known as Ground Zero.
3:00 PM – Air Force 1 lands at Offutt Air Force Base in Nebraska, and President Bush is immediately taken to a secure bunker that is capable of withstanding a nuclear attack.
4:30 PM – Air Force 1 leaves Offutt and heads back toward Andrews Air Force base near Washington, DC.
5:30 PM – Building 7 of the World Trade Center collapses.
8:30 PM – President Bush addresses the nation.
Yeah, so we were out on the trail about four years back just doing some leafbooting, ya know, while things were crunchy and we were walking for maybe an hour or so when he tells me he has to take a piss, and I’m like, “Yeah, sure, bud. I’ll just sit tight right here”, as my own bladder sloshes around like a Christian's fishbowl, and so I see him walk out to a nice wide tree, ya know, one that can really take a blasting, and this tree isn’t far, so he pulls his dong out and I can see he’s bricked up, like fully bricked up because we had been at it all afternoon and his ol’ boy had been tucked in warm pants for a while so that fresh air must have woke him up—nothing weird, happens to everyone—and so as he’s peeling the bark off that sturdy, ancient, elm, a doe, a deer, swerves its head around the other side and, pal, it’s got a look in its eyes that I had not seen before and not seen since, and my buddy is frozen in place, paralyzed by a powerful piss, and that deer just waits patiently and watches, and I’m watching, and my buddy is watching, and as soon as his dong bobs up and down with those last few spurts, the deer wraps its mouth around his penis, and remember, my buddy is bricked up from the fresh air, and so this deer is latched on and just going to town on my guy over there, and it’s like porn-style sloppy with the gagging and slurping noises and strings of thick saliva, and my buddy doesn’t know what to do because, I mean c’mon, this is a delicate situation here, what with a wily cervid putting the juicy clamps and his cock and everything, so I’m scared, but I don’t want to get close to him because I know my own penis is just one flimsy zipper away from flopping out and going full mongrel, and the fellatey smell in the air was gonna assure that was gonna happen, and yeah, so my buddy is like trying to gently release the deer, but also just getting slob jobbed into oblivion, and just when he’s about give me a thumbs up and throw his hands on top of his head to let it ride—Snap!—she bites that thing clean off with all the juiciness of a freshly chargrilled bratwurst, and that deer with a mouthful of dong giddy-ups deep into the woods where we couldn’t possible be able to follow, and he’s stunned and I’m stunned and we’re both staring at his dick stump, and we’re both sorta impressed because that was a clean bite, like super clean, like it didn’t even start bleeding right away, and my theory is that this dick biting deer had bitten a dick before and she’ll bite a dick again, so suffice it to say, my buddy and I have not hiked that trail again without wearing steel panties like the ranger suggests.
