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A guy I don’t know very well handed me his yearbook and asked me if I wanted to sign it.

I said yes, and shortly after he added, “Just don’t write anything gay.”

I wrote this:

Fuck my actual butthole. You are a boy and so am I. We are going to have sex that is gay. Pound my rock hard cock and bite me.

Love,

Drew

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this is basically what my facebook page looks like 24-7

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Anonymous asked: Please sit on my face.

I literally just saw this exact anon question answered by someone I’m following that I know in real life. same grammar and everything. busted

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The stalks of these flowers are already dried up, but their blossoms are preserved and kept fresh by the medical infusion bags. The life-span of every living creature is limited. The infusion bags stand for the progress in medicine and the prolongation of human life. They somehow carry an ambivalent message as they refer to both death and life the same time. To preserve the beauty of the flowers artifically with the help of the infusion bags points out man’s inclination to repress the fact that he has to die and to postpone death.