Man, it's a real challenge. We should have the utmost respect for those people and what they deal with. First time I tried to go down on my Japanese girlfriend, I couldn't find anything in all that pixelation. I tried and tried, but either I came away with a mouthful of pubes, or a tongue a few shades too brown. We decided, right, let's take it back to basics, this'll work—went in for the insertion, but she squealed in a pained rage as I hit the tighter cave trying to navigate through that pixel maze. And to my horror, it's contagious! I haven't seen my dick unpixelated in nearly five years now. Respect the Japanese—it's a marvel that they've come this far with this terrible affliction.
Hey Vsauce, Michael here. Long pause.
In the early days of man, wolves were the primary predators of deer. As humans became more numerous and killed off the wolves, the deer population was left unchecked, leaving the deer to multiply and wreak havoc on the ecosystem.
People then had to become the top predator, keeping the deer from spreading and keeping them healthy as a species as well. Hunting became a respected pastime with a whole community growing to enjoy being the caretakers of these deer.
Now, I had a thought, and idea. The furry population, (you know, the ones who dress up as animals) has become more numerous and toxic in recent years. Likening them to the unchecked deer population, I began my own experiment.
I got my hunting rifle and began to hunt furries. This was for the benefit of all people, including the furries themselves, as diseases will no longer run rampant among them if enough are culled.
Apparently, this was surprisingly frowned upon by the general public officials, and I was subsequently arrested. Why is it that doing such a service to the society as a whole was thought of as 'bad'?
While I serve my time, I would like to call you all to action, and continue being the hunters of furries, who currently have no natural predators. They need help, and so does the environment.
That's all for now. Vsauce out.
My female friend was crying about how fat she was and I was trying to comfort her by telling her that she didn’t look that fat but she kept accusing me of lying to make her feel bad so I thought that saying “maybe your just a heckin chonker” would cheer her up and lighten the mood but she just looked at me and left. I hope she realised that I was only being nice and that she is being irrational.
You idly watching the stream, mindlessly wasting yet another evening. You notice 4+ length message in the chat. Grabbing the mouse, hovering over, scrolling up. Reading the message and realizing the pasta has no meaning at all. CTRL+C CTRL+V ENTER. You are retarded.
Why do people enjoy cock and ball torture? The act of intentionally or accidentally bringing pain upon the male genitals is typically a thought that people wince at with great force. However, there is a reason why this is an enjoyable experience. One rooted in the most important of sciences. Physics. Take, for example, a bottle of Tobasco Sauce. If one where to move the bottle up and down in a motion reminiscent to the one used during male self-stimulation it typically results in a moderate amount of sauce exiting the bottle. If struck hard on the bottom, however, a large amount will spurt out. Should this be done with the name genitals, turning them upside down and then striking the bottom of the scrotum with moderate to immense force, this will result in a large amount of seed to be ejected from the penis due to the energy being transferred from the palm of the hand to genitals. Therefore, because of physics and the transfer of energy from palm to the genitals, cock and ball torture is a scientifically pleasurable experience.
