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one time me and my ex wanted to give me a kinky bj. so we went to the store and bought chocolate syrup for ice cream. needless to say, shit did not work out because it was too sweet for her and my dick got really sticky. after the clean up both of us just chilled and smashed before she left.

still trying to look for the right concoction...maybe something light like whip cream

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I covered my face in powdered charcoal for a project i'm working on and it was impossible to get off from around my eyes looked like eyeliner

i realized i would make an extremely fierce crossdresser

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pre-emptive q lazarus goodbye horses video

edit (mini confession): i have now listened to goodbye horses six times in a row and i dont see an end in sight

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I hated Jimmy Fallon. I hated him on SNL. I hated the way he laughed at every joke he ever told. He even laughed at things that weren't jokes. I hated him when he took over for Conan. He seemed to destroy every interview he ever had. He did that stupid giggling over everything. He was trying so hard to be cool and it was obvious. It was painful.

But that's not much of a confession. Everyone, I think, thinks that. His success is very confusing.

Now confession time: I really think his show has improved. Improved to the point, I actually enjoy it. Now, mind you, I don't go out of my way to watch it, but sometimes I'll DVR it if someone decent is on. Still, I would never openly tell anyone this.

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I have an overwhelming urge to hurt someone (emotionally) yet I know that I lack the cunning necessary for such a maneuver, making me even more hostile and frustrated.

I feel as though I was born into purgatory; how I behave now will determine how pleasant my future life will be while I wait to die. Either way, I'm still wasting time, pursuing one of the billions of forms of hedonism to try to take my mind off the question with an unstomachable answer: why am I self aware? Because I am a biological machine. The soul is an invented concept. I am an overdeveloped animal; a hairless ape wearing pants.

My parents still have not been able to come up with an answer to "why the fuck did you make me?"

and i am still unable to answer the question "why the fuck are you still posting?"

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I feel as though I was born into purgatory; how I behave now will determine how pleasant my future life will be while I wait to die. Either way, I'm still wasting time, pursuing one of the billions of forms of hedonism to try to take my mind off the question with an unstomachable answer: why am I self aware? Because I am a biological machine. The soul is an invented concept. I am an overdeveloped animal; a hairless ape wearing pants.

this reminds me of

when a few of my friends kept telling me about Waking Life and then i finally gave it a try and one of the scenes was a monologue with a girl having a 'deep' talk about how language is powerful but also limiting at the same time, how one person's "love" or "happiness" is entirely different than another person's definition of those ideas

and i thought "damn this is some junior kindergarten philosophy"... as in, this is a thought that every intelligent person has at some point in their teenyears/early adulthood, and you've got to be a damn idiot if it's a new concept

this is getting kind of long, but basically, haploid, your post was the equivalent of "a bear shits in the woods"

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My parents work in the entertainment industry. Let's say they helped to organize one of the Grammy's after-parties last Sunday night... so of course they smoke weed.

Roll up a fattie and smoke them out mannnn. It would make for some gooood family times hahahaha.

family smoke out concept.---

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I have an overwhelming urge to hurt someone (emotionally) yet I know that I lack the cunning necessary for such a maneuver, making me even more hostile and frustrated.

I feel as though I was born into purgatory; how I behave now will determine how pleasant my future life will be while I wait to die. Either way, I'm still wasting time, pursuing one of the billions of forms of hedonism to try to take my mind off the question with an unstomachable answer: why am I self aware? Because I am a biological machine. The soul is an invented concept. I am an overdeveloped animal; a hairless ape wearing pants.

My parents still have not been able to come up with an answer to "why the fuck did you make me?"

i think maybe you should talk to your mum.

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No, it's called being a lame teenager. This is the kindof shit you should be reading on livejournal or the used's tour blog, not sufu.

i have tried to rep you like 10 times in the last 2 months but since i don't use the rep system that much anymore it always tells to spread rep around .

dude wears legos around his neck, being a lame emo teenager is probably the least of his problems, but yeah he should find an appropriate place to type that shit .

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Jesus Christ. It was a confession. It was not an attempt to be philosophical. I would have posted it elsewhere if I wanted to be psychoanalyzed.

I think its mostly because you always sound like a cliche, an angsty teenager bitching about pretty much nothing.. This is superconfessional and your posts basically amount to a verbose rendition of "i'm depressed :(".

your life isn't terrible, go find something to entertain yourself, or something.

nohate, it just seems you post the same kinda ish over and over in here?

if not, my bad.

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