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Well today I got my fair share of fucked up call's I called some bill collector's and all three of them we're women the first one I called was a bill collector at Commonwealth financial and i told the lady on the phone to get out of her clothes, she told me to have a good day. Well after that I told this lady at the bay area credit agency that I wanted her to strip off her clothes and she responded back don't call back here no damn more stupid. The last one I called was another bill collector from Enhanced recovery company I told her to let me suck her motherfucking titties and she hung up on me

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Well my sister Vanessa was moving out yesterday,and she was bending over in front of me repeatedly while she was looking for some of her items. While I was in the living room on my part of the house, I was staring at her beautiful ass through her see thru pants. I really don't think that she saw me looking at her ass, till she saw me lick my lips and saw the bulge in my shorts. I was then up on her when she was in my living area, we stood face to face as our lips met and we kissed each other. After kissing each other I pulled down her pants to reveal her bare ass and bare pussy lips, I then took off her shirt and she had no bra under her shirt. Once inside of my bedroom she took off my shorts and boxer's, my manhood was sticking straight up like a pencil . Her warm mouth felt so fucking good on my penis ,as she serviced every inch of my dick as we both moaned. Her juicy ass sat on my face as me and her we're in the 69 position I was having a good time eating out her juicy pussy, as she sucked my penis like she was eating a popsicle stick. After being in the 69 my sister was in the doggystyle position I didn't waste time sliding the head of my dick into her hot snatch, as we we're moaning loudly. The bed was rocking back and forth as my nuts hit the back of her ass, she then lowered her snatch onto my erect dick as she was on top of me riding my manhood. We then fucked each other in different position's as we both came

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  • Nice fanfic

  • that's sexy with me it's different it wasn't my sister but my gfs daughter. I enjoyed that 13 year old

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in 8th grade me and some friends watched hentai during lunch and one of the guys got hard and was covering it with my sweater. I burned it

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A few days ago I met an old stoner friend of mine. Smoked some purple haze or whatever it's called. The thing is, in my case, it completely violated whatever area in the brain is supposed to be producing dopamine for a few days, because for the last few days, everything felt like crap, even masturbating was but a physical pleasure. luckily, I'm getting back to normal again as of yet.

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I catfish pedophiles on various chat room websites. This "hobby" of mine started about a month ago after I heard about a website called kidschat.net. Pedos use this website to target children. I decided that I would make them pay for their crimes by catfishing, trolling, and reporting them to proper officials. In order for this to occur I had to pose as a 13 year old girl. I had fun with it at first, but as time went on it took a huge toll on my mental state knowing that the things being said to me were also said to real little girls.

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ok I'm not trans or anything but I really want to have a dick i feel like it would be fun I want to move my hips and make that fucker spin around. i want to masturbate with a dick. I want to fuck some pussy. I want to pee standing up. I just want to have a dick for a day

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  • My lord, give this perplexed what he wants and let him die in the highest excitement with the big cock deep in the ass!

  • Im a boy and i have a thing for girls wearing strapons

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Social media is great platform for teens and young adults to speak up about their toxic parents and find the support and validation they need. It is a great way to spread awareness that helps other teens in similar situations and can be life saving for kids of toxic and emotionally unstable and abusive parents but it can also be harmful and damaging to parents who aren't really that toxic. In 2013 my sister and I took to social media to vent about how toxic our mother was. We weren't using the word toxic at the time, it wasn't as popularized back then as it is now but I'll be using the word toxic here to give an understanding of our online content about our mother without going into all the details. When we took to social media to vent about our toxic mother we received a ton of support, validation and over 300 shares altogether between our posts, tweets and videos about all the negative and toxic traits our mother had. She made many mistakes but we weren't completely innocent and we didn't always share the full story to our followers who supported us. Like most teens we thought we knew everything about everything, our mother did in fact make many of those mistakes we spoke on but a lot of the time we were the ones who were wrong. We demonized our mother for her mistakes and she didn't deserve it, I am so ashamed and disgusted with myself. My mother was a young single mom of 2 daughters, she first became a mom when she had me at 18. She sacrificed so much for me and my sister and gave us all the love she had to give. Both my sister and I repaid her by publicly labeling her as a bad parent and even slut shaming her. Because of that our mother was cyber bullied off facebook. Even in real life she was harshly judged and shamed because of everything we shared online, she even lost the few close friends she had who were her support system for years. She did apologize to us for some of things we posted about but still stood her ground on most of it. We posted about all her mistakes and toxic traits, we only focused on her faults. We ignored and took for granted all the good in her and never gave her credit for how supportive she was. She knew my sister was gay before my sister knew it herself, she accepted her for who she was from the start and encouraged her to openly be herself no matter what anyone says or thinks and we still only posted her faults. In 2015 we finally moved out of her house, with her financial help nonetheless and we still continued to post all the damage our toxic mother left with. 2015 was also the year I had an abortion, I use to say that my best friends mom was more of a mom to me than my actual mother was. But when I needed an abortion it was my own mom that paid for it and she not only financially supported my abortion but she also drove 4 hours to emotionally support me through it too. Despite her faults she was always there for us when we needed her and we never appreciated or gave her credit for that online because we were getting so much traction on social media as the daughters of a toxic mother and that became our online niche that could eventually become a career while also reaching out to help other children of toxic parents. In 2013 when we first began posting about how toxic our mom was she was angry that we put her on blast and aired our dirty laundry. But even though our posts and videos of her led to her being bullied off facebook and losing her friends, we thought she quickly got over it. We didn't know how she really felt inside, we didn't know she was hurting so much and had no one left to turn to. We didn't know how lonely she was, we didn't know she wanted her end and the only reason she stayed alive as she did was to make sure we would be ok without her. She was only waiting until we were independent enough to take care of ourselves without needing her anymore so she could end her life. In 2017 she took her own life. At the time that she committed suicide it had been 5 months since my sister and I last spoke to her. She didn't leave a suicide note but when we looked through her phone we found anonymous online confession groups that she'd frequently post in. In those anonymous confessions she wrote about how proud she was of her 2 daughters, she wrote about her depression, what a failure she thought she was as a mom, she never once blamed us for her pain and trauma but we knew. The reason why she didn't leave a suicide note was because she didn't think she had anyone who would care. Words cannot describe the pain and regret my sister and I both felt and still feel to this day! The pain we feel is unbearable when we think about all the times our mother was there for us but nobody was there for her in her darkest hour. We spoke out about how our mother emotionally damaged us but she remained silent about the mental and emotional damage and trauma that we left her with. She died alone feeling worthless, unloved, unwanted, unappreciated and nothing will ever change that. We are such cowards that we couldn't even admit all this to our followers and subscribers. All we could do is delete our posts and videos as well as our old accounts entirely but the damage is still done. It has been 3 years since our mother took her life and we are still unable to forgive ourselves and move on. I wish we could go back in time to tell her how much we love her and how irreplaceable she was, I wish we could tell her we forgive her and ask for her forgiveness in return. I wish we had been there for her to support the way she always did for us and tell her how amazing and strong she was.

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  • Listen. You guys definitely fucked up. But- I don't know what you believe- I believe that those who have passed on can and do check on us every now and then. I truly believe that she can see you both now and that she knows. She knows how you feel, she knows that she meant more to you than you let on. And if she's anything like the kind of person you described her as, I also believe she would forgive you. Regardless of whether or not this is true, obviously you can't undo the past and you can't change what's happened. But you CAN change is yourself and your future. You can change how you go about life moving forward. You've had to learn the hard way that your words and actions are powerful and have an impact on people's lives; so start making a positive impact. Be conscious about being kind to people, maybe rebuild your platform and speak out about suicide awareness. It's important for teens to be able to recognize toxic behavior and remove themselves from it, but it's also important for them to realize that people making them upset are not toxic. Educate them. Prevent them from making your mistakes. All too often people don't realize how much they love someone until it's too late. I'm sorry you fell into the social media trap of thirsting for attention to the point of hurting others. But you don't have to let your pain immobilize you. Let it motivate you to make a change for the better. Give your mom something to really be proud of. I wish you all the best.

  • you disgust me. I bet your mum didn't even do anything what? did she blame you for something you didnt do? was that her mistake? did she tell you your grounded for some unfair reason? my dad literally beat me and my mom and was the reason I developed a lung problem but I didnt post anything about my personal life on youtube, I got help. and Lord knows you need some fucking help I hope you feel bad.

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I'm 17 and didn't have much ideas of what to do with my life. I finished highschool (which sucks in my country, it doesn't teach much and serves only for collage admission tests and civil service exams). My dad planed all what I should do. He told me to join the army's as a sergeant and then start my studies in a collage to work with whatever I want (in my country, if you have highschool diploma, you can do an admission exam for a 2 years sergeant course). I said, "Yeah, whatever, it looks a good opportunity and the salary is pretty great". My only trouble was the physical exam which I scraped through but I did it. I felt scared when I was on the list of approved candidates. The boot camp was in another state and I didn't feel ready, nor capable of passing through the boot camp training. I was passing through a break up, had low self steem, was pretty negative and sensitive. My dad said I didn't have the permission to give up and come back home, I should take the training like him, my grandpa and most of my family did. It started in February of this year. The first days were hard but actually better than I though, but after the first week I was overloaded and freaking out, thinking that I couldn't take it, I couldn't do all the things my instructors were yelling me to do. So in the beginning of the second week, I gave up and came back home. My dad couldn't look at my face for weeks. I was living with him before all this, so when he found out I quit, he packed all my stuff and left at my mom's. I live with her now, she is helping me a lot, I tried studying for a civil service exam but things got messed up now because of the virus. I don't know what I should do. My mom doesn't have money to handle a collage and my dad doesn't like the idea of me going to a collage "wasting time and money" with the risk of still be unemployed after I finish it. I admit that, even though it was short, that time in the army's was good for me in some ways, like organization, humility, respect and will to live, I had will to do something with my life, I got way less depressed, found out what collage I wanted to go and enjoyed my family more. So, now I'm confused. My dad keeps telling me to try again and "get my soul back" (whatever that means) while also tells me the benefits of being a sergeant. I can't tell if, some moments when I actually motivate myself to go back, it's my father who's talking or myself. And when I say, "I don't want to go back there", I don't know if I'm just afraid of trying, get my ass kicked pretty bad and give up again, or I simply don't want that, it's not what I like and shit. So, I'm confused as fck and scared of making the wrong decision. Should I Try again or Should I not? I know that's my call but it's so fucking hard to decide...

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  • personally, I say fuck your dad. if be cant respect that the military wasnt for you than he needs to politely fuck off. That life isnt for everybody and you seem like an gentle soul which is good. I also dont want to say sod collage but....sod collage. You'll likely spend a lot of time and money getting a degree in a subject then more time and money trying to find a job that will make that degree very useless. Now you're owing money for your education that in this world is almost useless. I reccomend learn a trade. welding, metalwork, electrical. Fuck, culinary is a good spit at least. Become fucking brilliant in that skill because you will likely have a better chance working with that than anything else unless you go to the medical/healthcare field where Job is nearly guaranteed because it's such in demand. That's my opinion though. I've been in healthcare since after high school and I've been in good work since. I'm learning new skills to have backup in case I need it so also never have your chips bet on one horse. do what makes you happy and pursue your dreams, not the ones set for you.

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when I was little, a girl in my class had kissed me on the cheek and said that she loved me. I was really confused why a girl was kissing me and not a boy but I just said "cool" and then she yelled at me. is this what its like dating girls for guys??

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when my family was camping when I was 6 I had to poop but the bathroom was far away so I pooped in the bushes and my mum saw it later and I lied and said it was probably a dog and she said "DOGS DONT SHIT THAT BIG" I just remembered that and thought it was funny

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  • Your mom either doesn't know what dog shit can look like or your turds are monstrous. Anyway, love the story, kids are weird

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