Gravity cat Posts

Reverse Yandere?

Is there even a weeb phrase for that?

Nyaaa~

I don't show dudes my wang.

Soz mang

I play with the head of my dick so it looks like it's blinking.

If serious, good luck dude.

The PS3, TV and a whole bunch of other things are plugged into a Surge Tower in the living room. Basically a multiplug thing. Switch off the Surge tower, it cuts power to everything plugged into it.

I was playing GTA V on the PS3, but then got distracted by my laptop. My dad wanted the TV to watch Countdown so I let him have it and told him not to switch the PS3 off when he was done with it.

Once he was done with it, he switched off the Surge tower.

Gravity cat not amused.

Don't come to Britain then. You'll go into cardiac arrest.

Trust me, you don't want it. The first few times you think to yourself "Okay, she's upset. Fair enough. I'll be the shoulder to cry on" and give moral and emotional support of the platonic kind.

But then your patience wears thin pretty quickly when it happens every time you go out. You just want to enjoy yourself, but you can't because their feathers have been ruffled again for some no reason and they keep coming to you to bitch and whine about someone who's upset them, whether the person in question did it willingly or not.

I beg to differ.



The problem with that is it's far too easy to abuse it. Pages that open like that (especially ones that open a dialogue box when you X out of it) are renowned for installing Trojans and Malware without your knowledge or consent, so I don't think that would happen. Plus if there's enough demand someone will develop an add-on to block those ads as well.

The stick-thin woman could do it, but she had no arse. Having nothing pressed against the wall to throw her off-balance once she picks the chair up is cheating.

She cheated.

She's a big fat cheater.

Dead people can't say no. Nor can their eyesockets once the skin's rotted away.

For me, nothing quite kills my drunken state than good old fashioned childish drama.

I'm usually the first port of call when someone gets upset so my night is the first to be ruined. They lay out all their insignificant problems on me that they think they have, then start crying like a bitch when they get themselves worked up over an equally minor issue, like somebody ignoring them. Then I spend the rest of the night following them around like a lemon, murdering her multiple times in my head while I wait for the night to end.

wot

You sound a lot like me. I hate clubbing because I don't like dancing, the booze is overpriced, the music is often not to my taste/too loud and standing up for long periods of time makes my back ache. I'm quite awkward talking to people unless I have something in common with them, and when I do get talking to someone the pseudo-friendship can either fizzle out within a week, or they become long-term friends. Usually the former.


What I do when I'm out socialising and I run out of things to talk about with people, I just try to make people laugh. Humourous quips, pulling faces, descriptions of disgusting imagery to a hilarious degree (like a midget orgy turning into a bloodbath. Blood everywhere, spines flying around the room, skullfucking), exaggerating a former classmates' habits or physicalities (like this one guy who wore a jacket all year long because the inside of the coat contains the corpses of every dog they've ever owned, or another guy who had a spot on his nose so large it was likened to a pigeon beak and we called him "Pidgeon" ever since and his mating call is "Coo! Coo!") or making animal noises for no reason. That sort of thing.

I don't suggest adopting my kind of humour but I do suggest trying something like that. Push yourself out there a little more and joke around with people. If you discover that people have things in common with you through the medium of comedy, lo and behold you have made a friend.

Not really paedophillia since depicted characters are a work of fiction, and artists purposely sexualise them and make them pleasing to look at for their audience. Not everyone sees it as "just fiction" though and will assume the worst.

If the images were of real people/children that'd be another story entirely.

Azns aren't my thing.

Wouldn't that technically be selfcest?

Lots of food. Caffeine. Shower.

Remembers me. Though I think that may be down to my browser.

OP is a faggot faggog