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animefreak_usa wrote...
Feminists should know boobs and cuteness works better...
That's what waiting for Amuro.
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opanihuya wrote...
animefreak_usa wrote...
KageMinowara wrote...
That a good point.
Yes, the fucking pathetic part.
Why is it pathetic? You saw the first part of the video. If he tried to use physical force to defend himself the crowd would call the cops on him.
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KageMinowara wrote...
opanihuya wrote...
animefreak_usa wrote...
KageMinowara wrote...
That a good point.
Yes, the fucking pathetic part.
Why is it pathetic? You saw the first part of the video. If he tried to use physical force to defend himself the crowd would call the cops on him.
If you have to ask... because in his place I would tell her to fuck off and leave the scene (anyone I know would). Yet he stayed (in the script), which implies he's a wuss.
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Feminists get mad when I say I don't want to date single mothers or really fat people (I have a better reason for not wanting to date single mothers I admit- such as; thinking most of them are dumb, feeling they are using me for my stability and don't actually love me, and not liking kids... I just don't get a boner with fat chicks...sad but true)
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Princess Molestia wrote...
Feminists get mad when I say I don't want to date single mothers or really fat people (I have a better reason for not wanting to date single mothers I admit- such as; thinking most of them are dumb, feeling they are using me for my stability and don't actually love me, and not liking kids... I just don't get a boner with fat chicks...sad but true)Why is it sad? Whatever doesn't give you a boner, doesn't give you a boner. Its as ridiculous as me getting mad at women for not being attracted to overweight neckbeards.
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KageMinowara wrote...
Princess Molestia wrote...
Feminists get mad when I say I don't want to date single mothers or really fat people (I have a better reason for not wanting to date single mothers I admit- such as; thinking most of them are dumb, feeling they are using me for my stability and don't actually love me, and not liking kids... I just don't get a boner with fat chicks...sad but true)Why is it sad? Whatever doesn't give you a boner, doesn't give you a boner. Its as ridiculous as me getting mad at women for not being attracted to overweight neckbeards.
sad for them I guess, I donno... not for me.
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rep wrote...
-1Wut? Just look at her, stretching on her tiptoes all the way to his face.
Something's wrong with you if you don't find that cute.
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opanihuya wrote...
KageMinowara wrote...
opanihuya wrote...
animefreak_usa wrote...
KageMinowara wrote...
That a good point.
Yes, the fucking pathetic part.
Why is it pathetic? You saw the first part of the video. If he tried to use physical force to defend himself the crowd would call the cops on him.
If you have to ask... because in his place I would tell her to fuck off and leave the scene (anyone I know would). Yet he stayed (in the script), which implies he's a wuss.
With that kind of ideology, I guess you side with Zoe Quinn, minus the "she fucked you" part.
inb4 What the fuck are you talking about?
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opanihuya wrote...
rep wrote...
-1Wut? Just look at her, stretching on her tiptoes all the way to his face.
Something's wrong with you if you don't find that cute.
I'd rather her be on the floor with a fistful of her hair being held in my hand, but that's just me. [size=10]My opinion is different therefore yours is shit.[/h]
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animefreak_usa
Child of Samael
Peltor wrote...
opanihuya wrote...
KageMinowara wrote...
opanihuya wrote...
animefreak_usa wrote...
KageMinowara wrote...
That a good point.
Yes, the fucking pathetic part.
Why is it pathetic? You saw the first part of the video. If he tried to use physical force to defend himself the crowd would call the cops on him.
If you have to ask... because in his place I would tell her to fuck off and leave the scene (anyone I know would). Yet he stayed (in the script), which implies he's a wuss.
With that kind of ideology, I guess you side with Zoe Quinn, minus the "she fucked you" part.
inb4 What the fuck are you talking about?
You don't worry about tomorrow anymore, cause you're dead.
Or does anything still echo? Is there any trace left?
Well, I know she still remembers, she sleeps with your picture by her bed.
They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean,
You were wearing the jacket that I met you in.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
We buried your body into the hard Oklahoma ground.
John Paul Allison, the orphan boy Pope.
Now she waits for you to haunt her,
She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed.
When you died, you were only twenty-six,
The most real person that I've ever met.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
Your cold dead hands, your cold dead lips,
Your cold dead heart, your cold dead kiss.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
Or does anything still echo? Is there any trace left?
Well, I know she still remembers, she sleeps with your picture by her bed.
They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean,
You were wearing the jacket that I met you in.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
We buried your body into the hard Oklahoma ground.
John Paul Allison, the orphan boy Pope.
Now she waits for you to haunt her,
She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed.
When you died, you were only twenty-six,
The most real person that I've ever met.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
Your cold dead hands, your cold dead lips,
Your cold dead heart, your cold dead kiss.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
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animefreak_usa wrote...
Peltor wrote...
opanihuya wrote...
KageMinowara wrote...
opanihuya wrote...
animefreak_usa wrote...
KageMinowara wrote...
That a good point.
Yes, the fucking pathetic part.
Why is it pathetic? You saw the first part of the video. If he tried to use physical force to defend himself the crowd would call the cops on him.
If you have to ask... because in his place I would tell her to fuck off and leave the scene (anyone I know would). Yet he stayed (in the script), which implies he's a wuss.
With that kind of ideology, I guess you side with Zoe Quinn, minus the "she fucked you" part.
inb4 What the fuck are you talking about?
You don't worry about tomorrow anymore, cause you're dead.
Or does anything still echo? Is there any trace left?
Well, I know she still remembers, she sleeps with your picture by her bed.
They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean,
You were wearing the jacket that I met you in.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
We buried your body into the hard Oklahoma ground.
John Paul Allison, the orphan boy Pope.
Now she waits for you to haunt her,
She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed.
When you died, you were only twenty-six,
The most real person that I've ever met.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
Your cold dead hands, your cold dead lips,
Your cold dead heart, your cold dead kiss.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
Or does anything still echo? Is there any trace left?
Well, I know she still remembers, she sleeps with your picture by her bed.
They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean,
You were wearing the jacket that I met you in.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
We buried your body into the hard Oklahoma ground.
John Paul Allison, the orphan boy Pope.
Now she waits for you to haunt her,
She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed.
When you died, you were only twenty-six,
The most real person that I've ever met.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
Your cold dead hands, your cold dead lips,
Your cold dead heart, your cold dead kiss.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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animefreak_usa
Child of Samael
Peltor wrote...
animefreak_usa wrote...
Peltor wrote...
opanihuya wrote...
KageMinowara wrote...
opanihuya wrote...
animefreak_usa wrote...
KageMinowara wrote...
That a good point.
Yes, the fucking pathetic part.
Why is it pathetic? You saw the first part of the video. If he tried to use physical force to defend himself the crowd would call the cops on him.
If you have to ask... because in his place I would tell her to fuck off and leave the scene (anyone I know would). Yet he stayed (in the script), which implies he's a wuss.
With that kind of ideology, I guess you side with Zoe Quinn, minus the "she fucked you" part.
inb4 What the fuck are you talking about?
You don't worry about tomorrow anymore, cause you're dead.
Or does anything still echo? Is there any trace left?
Well, I know she still remembers, she sleeps with your picture by her bed.
They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean,
You were wearing the jacket that I met you in.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
We buried your body into the hard Oklahoma ground.
John Paul Allison, the orphan boy Pope.
Now she waits for you to haunt her,
She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed.
When you died, you were only twenty-six,
The most real person that I've ever met.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
Your cold dead hands, your cold dead lips,
Your cold dead heart, your cold dead kiss.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
Or does anything still echo? Is there any trace left?
Well, I know she still remembers, she sleeps with your picture by her bed.
They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean,
You were wearing the jacket that I met you in.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
We buried your body into the hard Oklahoma ground.
John Paul Allison, the orphan boy Pope.
Now she waits for you to haunt her,
She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed.
When you died, you were only twenty-six,
The most real person that I've ever met.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
Your cold dead hands, your cold dead lips,
Your cold dead heart, your cold dead kiss.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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Foreground Eclipse wrote...
I'd rather her be on the floor with a fistful of her hair being held in my hand, but that's just me. [size=10]My opinion is different therefore yours is shit.[/h]If you're implying i would say that you're mistaking about me and I wouldn't be the one to stop you if i saw her act like that.
Peltor wrote...
With that kind of ideology, I guess you side with Zoe Quinn, minus the "she fucked you" part.inb4 What the fuck are you talking about?
oh man, can you give a short summery cause that looks like an hour long read.
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opanihuya wrote...
Foreground Eclipse wrote...
I'd rather her be on the floor with a fistful of her hair being held in my hand, but that's just me. [size=10]My opinion is different therefore yours is shit.[/h]If you're implying i would say that you're mistaking about me and I wouldn't be the one to stop you if i saw her act like that.
Careful there buddy, you might want to breathe.
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