My mad insatiable lust for successful women can no longer be contained!
You would cry happy tears if you knew the importance of this divine sexual mission that I am on. The sheer force of my will is enough to drive back any sense of rational thinking, I am propelled forward by nothing but the turgid veins in my hungry penis.
I am a man on a mission, who will stop at nothing to get what I want. Your feeble dainty woman hands are nothing compared to my big strong man arms. I want your hole, your pulsating meat sheathe under the sheets. Your warm moist cavity of love and fertility.
I want nothing but to drive my Excalibur into your stone of love.
I am a changed man now, what was once my sex drive - comparable to a slate of white marble - had evolved into something akin to a badger in heat.
The honey badger don't care.
I will destroy that vagina like it was the Death Star, and I was Luke Skywalker in a star fighter. In this new Eden that we shall create in this mortal plane from our fucking. I shall be Adam, the indomitable male alpha sexual force, and you will be Eve, my exotic Asian sex queen
Alright alright but can we just talk about how one of the colours is orange? I mean, blue, red, green, yellow, all unique and kinda contrasty, but fucking orange? Seriously? First of all orange is an irrelevant ass colour that nobody even knows as "orange", we all call it "red 2" anyways. And like how about a white recruit how about idk maybe any other colour that's not literally the same as the one before because bro who thought pf that like who thought "yeah lets put some red and yeah lets put some yellow and woops guess the next one's orange" like WTF MAN ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS MAN ARE YOU KIDDING ME LIKE BRO WTF MAN YOU DONT EVEN NEED SOME COLOURBLINDNESS SHIT TO NOT BE ABLE TO SEE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THOSE FUCKERS LIKE MAN WHAT ARE YOU THST YOU THINK YEAH RED AND ORANGE EVERYONE WILL BE ABLE TO SEE THE DIFFERENCE LIKE NO YOU DIPSHIT LITERALLY NO ONE SEES THE FUCKING DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THOSE TWO EXCEPT FOR YOU STUPID FUCKER WITH YOUR MAGIC FUCKING GLASSES LIKE BITCH WHAT ARE YOU LIKE WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO LET US ALL SUFFER WITH THESE TWO NEARLY IDENTICAL COLOURS WHILE YOU SEE EVERYTHING PERFECTLY WHAT IS THIS MAN WHO. THE FUCK. ARE YOU. BRO WHY THE FUCK DID YOU CHOOSE FUCKING ORANGE IT'S LIKE THE WORST COLOUR THERE IS AND NOTHING MAKES SENSE HERE LIKE ORANGE WOULDNT EVEN FIT THERE IF THE REST OF THE COLOURS LOOKED DIFFERENT BECAUSE ORANGE ISNT A REAL FUCKING COLOUR IT'S NOT AS STRONG AS THE REST IT'S JUST A SECONDARY COLOUR THAT IS BASICALLY A BITCH ASS REMAKE OF A COOL FUCKING COLOUR AND NOT EVEN A COLOUR ON IT'S OWN THAT'S LIKE HAVING THE AQUAMARINE RECRUIT AND ALSO THE SUNNYSKY RECRUIT OR LIKE SUNSET RED AND REDWINE RED YOU SEE WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY LIKE YEAH MAN THIS SHIT IS FUCKING RETARDED IT HURTS MY EYES WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT OF THIS IT DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE I WANT TO DIE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I have lost everything, and I'm not sure how to continue. This summer I invested $17,500 (six months salary and my entire life savings) into ornamental gourd futures, hoping to capitalize on this lucrative emerging industry. After watching a video about Vincent Kosuga and his monopoly on onions, I decided I'd try to do something similar with another vegetable. I did some research and found out many agricultural forecasters expected this year's gourd yield would be far smaller than the past, due to deteriorating soil conditions in central Mexico and a warmer-than-average spring. At first, demand soared around Halloween and prices skyrocketed, but the gourd bubble burst on November 12th. Unfortunately, the coronavirus caused a massive drop-off in demand due to fewer families decorating their tables for thanksgiving, and prices plummeted. I had invested early enough that I thought I would still be fine, but then on the morning of December 2nd, a new email in my inbox caused my stomach to turn into a pretzel. The massive gourd shipment from Argentina, scheduled for early March, had arrived. I was planning on selling off my futures right before this, in February, but this ruined everything. To top it off, the gourds in this shipment were absolutely gargantuan, some topping 4 pounds each, causing the price-per-pound to drop like an anchor into the range of 6 cents per pound. I am ruined.
Due to local fluctuations in the tropopause, the jet stream has been shifting rapidly in a counterclockwise vector, causing a rapid disincorporation of the Hadley vortex cells in the lower ionosphere. Because of this, the geostrophic solar wind balance has deteriorated rapidly in the northern hemisphere. In essence, autumnal weather patterns in the western United States will lead to the biggest ornamental gourd yield in recorded history. Investing in gourd agricultural futures could likely produce up to $1600 per day in passive income. However, investing at the apex of the curve would be the most conducive to profit as the arbitrage (particularly 12b-1 fees) will develop at a market share higher than the back-end load. Basically, no one will be able to buy the stock at a higher price than you, and all value invested will be retained. A preliminary market penetration investment of $50,000 would be most efficient in generating this revenue.
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I just want Kamala to tread on my face with those sensual, presidential feet.
Oh my god, can you imagine them bound within silky stockings of the finest quality the United States treasury can buy.
Fuck, I would do anything to be her pitiful fucking cum slave. She could chain me under her desk in the Oval Office and I would suckle the nectar from her presidential rose until my stomach literally tears itself apart.
My blood and mucus and shit and cum would all mix together and soak into Oval Office's carpet, to be trodden upon by President Kamala's divinely blessed feet long after my broken corpse has been unceremoniously dumped in the Atlantic by my mocha colored queen and her Secret Service bulls.
