One of my friends once admitted to have written a porn story involving some extreme version of piss play. I don't remember all the details, but I do remember someone filling someone else's bladder with their urine. Wild af

Spotube

I, uh... I shave hair like 5 cm around my bumhole. Paired with a bidet, you wouldn't guess how much easier it made it to wipe. I used to use 30-50 squares of toilet paper per wiping session, today I can manage with just 10

Tldr: Something something Microsoft bad

I remember it being blacklisted in Reddit's r/piracy megathread, supposedly they used IGG's cracks or something. I, however, never had any problems with them.

Tread with caution. Use steamrip.com or other safe sources if you can, and if you have to use this site, at least be wary, read comments and scan the fuck out of everything.

DO YOU GET TO THE CLOUD DISTRICT VERY OFTEN?? OH, WHAT AM I SAYING, OF COURSE YOU DON'T!!

I'd take two random words/topics, and try to think of something that involves both of them.

For example, I just thought of a bicycle and of curtains. I immediately imagined a person riding a bicycle with curtains stuck in their wheels, getting torn more and more as they tried to cycle away. That's a thought I don't think I ever had before.

What is this, poop post v2?

I once, out of curiosity, mounted an expedition to the darkest regions of the internet, aka The Dark Web.

There's some shit there that can scar you for life. Don't ever go there, seriously.

There was this girl in my school who was an immigrant and didn't speak the national language. It was, I believe, second grade. Our whole class, including me, constantly laughed at her, and it was clear she wasn't enjoying it. She was somewhat of an outsider, never participating in social events, never properly socializing. I left that school the next year, so I didn't get to see her anymore.

I met her again in high school, six years later. She spoke the national language, integrated properly, and had many friends. I even met her through a mutual friend. We spoke normally at first, simply acknowledging our shared past, but some guilt gnawed at me. It's not like I couldn't sleep thinking about how I treated her, but I couldn't just pretend I've always been nice to her. So, one day, I took her to the side... and apologized. She was flustered, she clearly didn't expect that, nor did she hold a grudge according to her, but I felt way better afterwards.

Edit: spelling

Hi there, can attest: have a childhood friend whom I've known for years, know surprisingly little about him. I think it might be a cultural thing, for men to not bond too deeply, which is a damn shame.

Who knows? But plan to find out