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Unfortunately DC is now serving life in prisonGutted I missed the sordid DC/Lucy fanfic.
Unfortunately DC is now serving life in prisonGutted I missed the sordid DC/Lucy fanfic.
Waking up to 5 pages of this.
Ok but we already knew that.Lucy’s butt-hole: where her energy flows and her life force lies.
This has an American accent in my mind.What the actual fuck is this thread? This is some bullshit shit right here. It’s not a forum you are meant to post and share, let alone this shit. You gotta be fucking stupid to think posting your dick is going to make anyone do anything for you, man. You are being a fucking idiot by posting this shit. Seriously, look at this shit, it’s like a fucking nightmare. You think this shit is going to make anyone want to see your dick? No fucking way, man. You posted this shit so that everyone can laugh and shit. Fuck. You should be ashamed of yourself, posting your dick for everyone to see. You should have kept that shit hidden, especially since the shit you posted is so fucking awkward and bizarre. You probably thought posting your dick in the forum was going to make everyone do whatever you wanted, but that’s bullshit, man. You posted this shit to make everyone laugh and shit. This is going to be something you think about in the future,
The greatest thing about Lucy’s hole is that it looks like a butt-hole, but it is a hole used to receive and discharge energy and to give and receive life force. The greatest thing about Lucy’s hole is that it is infinite and is a symbol of the greatest power, the power of creation and love. Lucy’s butt-hole: where her energy flows and her life force lies.
This new Canadian film about Celine Dion which will be called Aline Dieu, meaning "To God be the glory", was filmed in both French and English. (There's a French original which got into Sundance, but the new Canadian version is in English). It seems that the filmmakers feel they have to explain what an American audience is not used to. That being the fact that, even in their movie, everyone who listens to Celine Dion is a good, moral person, and everyone who isn't, isn't. At all. That's how the first 20 minutes play out.
We follow the story of a singer who is not so very talented, and who's getting married, to the tune of "My Heart Will Go On". The audience is shown a couple of scenes from her concert, where she sings the song, and we see the wedding on a video screen. That's all we see until the movie is cut in half, in the middle of her first number. The first half is a rather silly, predictable story about her going to Montreal and finding herself married to the father of the daughter she was having an affair with. There are a few good scenes at first, and then the film begins to play fast and loose with facts.
Big Ron is grumpy today [...] he refuses to take his meds.
On the day that @ZenGiraffe realised the truth about his taste in music, he sat down and wrote a letter. The letter wasn’t addressed to his parents, he didn’t have a pen or paper. It was just a piece of paper with his most recent thoughts written down. It was a letter to himself, a letter that he’d never expected to receive, but one he would want to write now. Here are his words, transcribed verbatim and edited only for grammar and spelling:
Dear ZenGiraffe, I write this to you, because, for the first time in over 30 years, I feel as though I’m actually having a conversation with you. As an adult, in fact. The last time I had anything resembling a conversation with you, you were just over a year old and the rest of us were too young to understand what all of this meant.
You remember, don’t you? You came down to the kitchen, wearing a black zip-up jacket. You ran over and hopped up on the counter and said, “Hi!” And it felt like we were saying hi for the first time ever, not to one another, but to the person we’d already been saying hi to for the last 40 years.
I remember that feeling. I was in love with that feeling. But somewhere along the line we’ve stopped, haven’t we? We’ve forgotten how to say “Hi”, haven’t we? We’re too busy trying to work out whether the thing you’re saying is something we want to say back. We’ve forgotten that the one person in the world that makes us feel the same way we felt in the kitchen that day is still here.
I think that sums it up quite nicelyReasons why Moopy is full of gays: A look into the mind of Dr. Preet Banerjee
An article in The Quint, “Moopy, the Gay Unicorn of India“, by a social media influencer, has hit newsstands, provoking many to laugh, rage or cringe. It makes for a great case study in the power of social media influencers, and how they make a living off the clicks. But does any of this actually shed light on the reasons behind homosexuality in India, or what’s being projected as “unnatural” and “evil”?
Yes, that known vector for HIV transmission. Weighing yourself.Moopy has several gay characters that he talks to about his problems, and he’s seen getting on the scale. (What, are you worried he’s gonna catch HIV? Please!).
So deep!Yet as the audience looked at the two women's faces, they weren't watching any TV. They were staring into the abyss. In their faces and their tears, you could read their thoughts:
Luann: Where am I? Who am I? I'm lost.