

I think it might just be toilet humour.


I think it might just be toilet humour.


It’s siesta by the Latvian artist Artūrs Bērziņš.

(Same guy)
Oh honey, that’s just the internet.
It’s hard to talk with a mouthful of pussy! Anyway my partner likes it when I eat her like a fat kid at an all-you-can-eat cake buffet.
Anyway being gross and lascivious is highly rewarding. Do I want to not get hours of mind melting sex? Or do I want to pass out still inside my partner because we’re just so exhausted by the two hours of intense pleasure that our legs no longer work? Granted its a bit messy, but it’s also really hot.


I have west African friends. They are horny bastards.
In a 2 dimensional graph y is vertical, adding z doesn’t change that.


No I also tend to have about 12 irrelevant tabs open too. But it’s all down to executive dysfunction.


While I was writing my master’s thesis I tried to put things in the bookmarks folder and ended up re-researching a lot of topics. It ended up being much less work having 6 browser windows open across 2 monitors with a bunch of tabs relating to related subjects. For example window 1 might have only papers related to retrograde tracer studies in the medial entorhinal cortex, window 2 has anterograde tracer studies in the insular cortex etc that way if I needed info on any of those subjects I could flip through the tabs related to that topic before searching for a paper.


All Cops Are Bastards
Or
Assigned Cunt At Birth
No baby, 30 != cougar.
As someone who lived the first half (hopefully not more than half) of my life as a man… ABORT! ABORT! IT’S FUCKING TERRIBLE!
/s


We are the robots, we are the robots.


ADHD is a spectrum disorder much like the tism.


I’m never actually going to look in the bookmarks folder so why would I put anything there?


The whole entire world is a giant fucked up mess run by mentally handicapped billionaires. Shits fucking terrifying and we’re all cooked. Having a neat browser window isn’t going to fix that.
I recommend eating ass. Tongue-fuck that turd-cutter! NOM NOM NOM! You know you’re doing it right when she sounds like a brain damaged alpaca.