Yeah, but I sperg about everything so...

we are piranhas, you splash in the water, you get bit.

🐟🐟🐟

"Pencey-poo, wait!" Donald cried from the steps of his house, the proletariat still cleaning up after their escapades last night. But his boyfriend didn't listen. He kept running. He wasn't going back. Not after this time.

Donald had hit him. Sure, things were rocky before, but this was different. Mike and Donald had an argument over some stupid shit, and then Donald snapped. Then Mike ran from the hills. He was only 18, he didn't want to stay in this relationship for the rest of his life.

He could have gone to his house, but he knew Donald would come to see him. Instead, he ran to his best friend Ted's house.

Mike burst through the door, tears streaming down his face, cheeks redder than the Republican Party. Ted jumped up from the sofa and immediately ran to his crush. He hugged Mike tightly. He knew deep down what had happened.

"He doesn't deserve you Mike," the Canadian whispered.

Mike hugged him tighter, the distance between them closing. Ted breathed in sharply.

"Mike..."

Mike cut him off with a sharp kiss. It only lasted for a second, but Ted felt like it lasted a lifetime. Mike soon pulled away, but Ted leaned in to softly kiss him again.

"Ted, I wanna Cruz into those pants."

The born again Christian felt his dick grow hard at his whispers of sweet nothings. But still, this man just went through so much. Ted knew too well what abuse could do.

"Mike, I want this as much as you, but don't you think you're too vulnerable?"

"Ted, you and I both know this was a long time coming. Just fuck me already!"

Ted moaned, rutting his hips against the white-haired boy.

"But Mike," he said, "I'm a bottom, too."

Mike simply smiled, "Whoever said we had to go all the way? Besides, I want you, not your elephant-sized dick."

Get it. Because Republicans.

Ted and Mike made out on the sofa for a few more minutes before Mike went to unzip Ted's jeans. The Canadian's erection was now freed, and Mike gave him a swift handjob. Ted didn't last long, being a teenage boy. Next, it was Mike's turn. He moaned at the suave touch of the boy. It was almost...deadly.

Mike felt a sharp pain in his chest. A knife. He looked up to see his best friend grinning evilly, hand covered in blood. Mike felt himself growing weak.

The fucking Zodiac Killer.

Mike's last words punctuated the scent of sex that had filled the room: "I didn't even get to cum."

"Greetings, my son," he said. Hitler looked around.

"Where am I?"

"In Connecticut, my son. Come, have lunch with me. My name is Jesus Christ." Hitler was instantly amazed. He had been a devout Christian all his life and he was honored to eat dinner with Jesus. During lunch Hitler explained the tenets of National Socialism to the Messiah. To his delight, Jesus loved it! Within an hour Jesus was won over to National Socialism. Hitler felt joy in his heart. National Socialism would live again.

While they were talking Hitler found himself checking out Jesus' tight bod. If he wasn't Furor of Germany... But he wasn't Furor anymore,was he? That night when Hitler and Jesus were in bed together Hitler said "Jesus, what do you think of... love between men?"

"What do you mean, Hitler?" Jesus asked. Hitler took a deep breath. He would have to be bold.

"This is what I mean." He leaned over and started Frenching with the Lord. At the same time he reached down and started tugging on his already turgid member (Christ slept in the buff). Jesus broke off the kiss.

"Hitler I - I don't know if I can do this. It feels so good, so right, but I'm afraid. I've never been with another man before."

"I've never been with a man, either, Jesus. I'm scared, just like you are, but we can't let our fears rule us! I love you, Jesus. Do you love me?" Hitler's eyes had tears in them.

Jesus smiled. "Yes, Hitler. I love you." They embraced. Again, they kissed passionately. Hitler continued to jerk Christ off. When he began to tense up Hitler lowered his head to Christ's stiff member and caught Christ's sticky seed in his mouth. There was an incredible amount of it and it splashed everywhere. When Hitler rose up again Jesus locked lips with him. He could taste his own salty semen in Hitler's mouth, and he didn't care. Jesus was happy for the first time in his life.

Me, my little brother, and our upstairs neighbour Brianna used to go to our local park in Brooklyn, waiting for some absent minded child to drop their spare balloons near the water fountain in the hopes we get to pick one up and use it. We just didn't have enough money after spending the one dollar our mom would give us each time we went to the park because we would spend it on a quarter bag of chips and a bomb drink each.

I can remember finding one very long foggy balloon near the fountain, I was ecstatic for how big it was in comparison to the other balloons we normally would find.

I can picture my younger self sticking my fingers in it and telling my little brother to blow on it because he was always better at blowing the balloons, and I'd watch the clear leftover liquid fall off his lips as me and Brianna take it from him and do a tug of war with it, Brianna had already had her period one time a month prior so I knew she was getting a little too old for all of this, but she agreed to fill the special big balloon up with water, but to our utter amazement the balloon kept getting bigger and bigger with the unusual tip at the base and it's bizarre foggy creamy white water inside, as we tie it up it becoming the size of a small dog we take turns tossing it at one another in wonderment at its inability to pop, Brianna gets the hilarious idea to lie it on the ground as she rids it with all of her weight bouncing up and down on it with it between her legs, it finally pops with her odd yelp and eyes tightly shut she got completely wet, and as she stood up the water slimmed off her legs like in our favourite show Figure it Out type of slime, we helped her slide it off her stomach and between her thighs using our nails, moisturizing, laughing somewhat disappointedly at the fact that our special balloon was gone, and oddly we never would have known that that was going to be the last time we saw Brianna at the park like that, she gradually got fatter that Summer, her mother and our mother got oddly distant, we noticed her completely change as her stomach grew from what our parents told us was a disease she developed, and only about 6 months after our unforgettable Summer with our special balloon, her stomach went back down, and we thought she was better but she got so deathly skinny after that, and even though me and her were 11, she looked way beyond her age, and she looked around numb for many months until her and her mother moved away.

It was a dark and stormy night in New York. The lights on the Trump tower glowed softly. High up in the clouds, Donald Trump looked around his penthouse apartment. "Knock, knock, knock" Trump heard. "Come in" he shouted at the sturdy wooden door. The diamond encrusted door softly squeaked as Ivanka entered the room. Trump smiled as she walked in, his daughter reminded him of his wife in her youth. He knew that her curves and gentle had entranced many men, but few had experienced her charms hands on. She blushed as she noticed the way Big D looked at her. She felt embarrassed but knew that this was what she truly wanted. "Why don't you come sit next to me darling" Trump said, while patting the cushion next to him on his luxurious sofa. Ivanka slowly sauntered over towards the only man she had ever truly desired. Donald smirked and gave her hips a surreptitious glance as she waltzed her way across the apartment floor. As she reached the sofa, she bent over and gave her beloved a seductive kiss on the cheek. She knew that he liked a little teasing. Ivanka whispered seductively into Donald's ear "I know mother is out of town tonight". The edges Donald's lips slightly curved up and he gently grabbed Ivanka's waist to pull her in. "Oh daddy!", Ivanka exclaimed, shocked by his animalistic actions. He violently grabs at the zipper of her dress and tears it down, exposing the soft and flawless skin of her back. She shivers in the soft light of the apartment as he runs his fingers down her spine. He grasps at the clasp of her designer bra and snaps it apart. Her luscious breasts flow out of the bra and she lets it fall to the floor. After pulling down the zipper Trump's love stick flops out. She had seen it before but she is always surprised by how YUGE it is. She slowly made her way down to her father’s throbbing scepter and licked around the head. She was anxious to have it in her, but she knew that he loved the way her dirty, little mouth moved. She started of gently but began to pick up speed after watch her father’s face of ecstasy. Although Ivanka’s mouth felt like heaven, it wasn’t enough to make Trump climax. He was much too good of a lover for that. Once Ivanka stopped slurping and came back up for air, Trump said “I should build a wall around you to keep other men out and make them pay for it.” Ivanka responded “You know that I belong exclusively to you, daddy.” Trump then starts to make his way towards the bedroom with Ivanka close in tow. Ivanka now knows that the moment that she had been waiting for was about to happen. Trump lined himself up and thrusted deep into her moist and damp cave of wonders. Ivanka moaned out in pleasure and nearly orgasmed from a single thrust. She knew that she couldn’t let down her beloved father so she worked to keep conscious through the waves of euphoria and dopamine that were crashing through her body. Throughout several hours and several hundred sex positions Ivanka climaxed almost constantly and yet her stallion of a father seemed to have hours of lovemaking still in him. Finally Trump whispered to his daughter “Are you ready for me to make your womb great again?” Ivanka screams in reply “YES DADDY, LET IT ALL OUT IN ME!” Trump sped up his pace and then cried out in exhilaration “Trump 2016!!” as they both reached the peak of the love and lust. Ivanka then rolled away from her father and lied on the bed exhausted, while her father proudly lit a cigarette. Right before she drifted into her dreams of an America without Mexicans, intoxicated by bliss she whispered “Can’t stump the Trump.”

You came back to meeeee!! 😭😭😊😊

True

False

I used to ironically post here as a feminist Hillary supporter and you believed it

Good?

SOME?

I could.

How can I say no to that face?

:(

k

I used to entertain everyone here while entertaining myself and you all enjoyed it

Why would I hate it?

I think you're being a bit hyperbolic there buddy

You are the master ruseman

ou think this is going to stop anything? The more venemous and ridiculous you people get the more easy it is going to be to make you irrelevant.

It doesn't matter how many fake accounts you make, how many lies you spread, how many news organisations you have on your side, you won't win. You have absolutely no idea how many people and what types of people you're up against.

By the way, by banning people like Milo in a desperate effort to turn Twitter into your own little safe space, you have effectively killed the social network as a platform for free speech, the best part is you won't even realise it until the stock tanks completely and the company goes bankrupt. This is how all shitty internet communities end, with idiots who don't know what they're doing trying to usurp the site and the staff in an effort to make everything theirs and driving off all the users that were there originally.

Feminists and SJWs like you are going to become as irrelevant as the Christian Right soon and you're all doing it to yourselves, it's glorious to watch.

Not being a feminist Hillary supporter is what makes you stupid.

More likely: nobody noticed.

I seriously don't recognise you at all. There's maybe 10 people in this sub that I remember the usernames of and you aren't one of them.

Jeb looked over his shoulder as he opened the apartment door. No one around. He took a deep shuddering breath and stepped inside, finding the kitchen immaculate, as always. Donald was waiting, standing at the counter, still wearing one of his large suits.

“Get undressed.” He said, already loosening his tie. Donald was not a patient man. Jeb gulped. His hands shook as he slid his blazer off, trying hard not to think about what is wife would say. Or, god forbid, his mom. This was a sin. Adultery was a sin. Homosexual relations were a sin, and here he was, bending over for Donald Trump three nights a week. Jeb took off his tie, hanging it carefully over a kitchen stool next to his blazer. Donald was tossing his clothes on the floor, already pulling his belt off.

To his shame, Jeb felt himself grow hard at the sight of the other man with his belt in hand, already ready to teach Jeb a lesson.

“Let’s move to the bedroom.” Donald said, not a suggestion at all.

Jeb flushed, flustered as always by their interactions.

“Alright.” He stuttered.

Donald looked at him, hard. Jeb felt like he was back onstage in a debate.

“Alright, what?” He demanded, flexing his hands.

Jeb gulped, filled with lust and repulsion in equal measures.

“Alright, Mr. President.” He said quietly.

Trump made a sound of satisfaction, hand already down his silk boxers. Jeb could see the fabric move as Donald touched himself. God help him, it was hot. Donald pulled him by the collar of his button up shirt towards the bedroom, shoving him towards the California king bed. Jeb was used to the rough treatment by now, and only worked to pull his shirt off over his head. He pulled his belt off, tossing it to the ground. His hands froze on his zipper when Donald said “Stop. First, you’re gonna listen to what I have planned for my inauguration. I’ve decided that when I’m president, we’re not gonna do any of that swearing on a bible shit.”

Jeb flinched.

“I knew you weren’t a real Christian. You’re fooling the American people.” He managed to say, cock hard.

Donald sneered. This was just how he liked it. As though he was dominating him on stage during a debate.

“I’m very religious, I pray all the time. I’d say I’m the most Christian guy around.” He said, advancing towards Jeb, his belt on the bed.

He pulled Jeb to his feet by his upper arm, tugging his pants down with the other hand. Donald spun Jeb around, so that his hands were on the bed, arms straight. Donald pressed against his back. His thick short hands snaked around to touch his dick.

“Actually managed to get hard? Maybe you really are a man. I doubt it though.” Jeb closed his eyes at the sharp spike of shame and pleasure. He could feel Donald’s own erection digging into his backside, still trapped in the silken boxers. He pressed back against it, not caring if at that moment he was a loser whore. He didn’t even bother to stifle a whimper when Donald moved towards the bedside table. The former governor of Florida watched as Donald Trump opened the drawer and took out lube, as well one of his ‘make America great again’ hats.

Trump put the baseball cap on, tossing the lube down on the bed next to the belt, which he grabbed. Jeb shuddered when Donald returned and pulled down his white underwear. Jeb yelped when the belt smacked his ass for the first time, hard enough to leave a mark.

“Yeah, scream for me like your whore wife.” Donald told him.

“Don’t talk about Col-“ He started to defend her, but was cut off by another slap of the belt.

He groaned, breathing hard, tears pricking his eyes. One last spank, this one even harder than the others. Jeb was so close to cumming it almost ached.

Donald put his hands on the waist band of his boxers, to impatient to give him more than a few spanks. He paused for a moment.

“It’s gonna be huge.” He said, pulling down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. He grabbed the lube off the bed, quickly, and not quite thoroughly, preparing Jeb. He thrust into him, a fistful of Jeb’s hair in his hand making Jeb arch his back, and strain his throat.

“Yeah that’s just how I want you. Fuck. God I’d like to bend you over my podium.” Donald said, setting a quick and punishing pace. “I’d do it on TV too. Then everyone could see how much of a loser you are. How much of a weak momma’s boy you are. How you’re not worthy of being president.”

Jeb bit down on his bottom lip, not ready to climax yet. He tried to remember the ceramic turtles. Come on Jeb, slow and steady would win this race. He tried to make himself last, but failed entirely when Trump groaned about a Muslim database in his ear. Jeb came all over the expensive bedding, body slumping slightly. Trump paused for moment, readjusting their positions so that Jeb was against the dresser next to the bed. The knobs dug into his hips as Donald orgasmed with a shout. He pulled out of Jeb quickly, as always. Donald was not a man that lingered. The only thing either of them wore were their socks, and Donald’s hat.

Jeb collected his clothes quietly, not wanting to be touched, without looking at Trump. He padded to the bathroom silently, well aware the other man was raking his eyes down his nude body. The shower was large, and marble, and disgustingly gaudy, like Donald himself. He started the shower, turning it to his preferred setting. All of this was routine by now. Jeb climbed in when the water got hot, knowing he must have looked a sight. Belt marks on his backside, hair looking a mess, and cum filled. He began scrubbing his body of the filth of what he had done, not even really noticing when the crying started. He stifled his sobs with the palm of his hand, not wanting Trump to hear and know that he had beaten Jeb Bush, yet again.

Twenty minutes later he stepped out, drying himself carefully and getting dressed. When he opened the bathroom door, the apartment felt empty. They only used it for sex, and Donald was a busy man. He was on the campaign trail, Jeb reminded himself needlessly. As if he could forget.

He retrieved his blazer and tie as he left, pulling them on before opening the front door. Jeb locked the door behind him, and walked down the hall towards the elevators. He was headed home for the night.

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i know you are but what am i?

:D

😉👍

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autism

Autism

Autism is a developmental disorder characterized by troubles with social interaction and communication, and by restricted and repetitive behavior. Parents usually notice signs in the first two or three years of their child's life. These signs often develop gradually, though some children with autism reach their developmental milestones at a normal pace and then worsen.

Autism is caused by a combination of genetic and environmental factors.

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Jaden Smith?

You're here. You aint normal.

That's a good question.

i'm a proud feminist

But none of us are as stupid as the OP.