• toomanyjoints69
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    8 months ago

    Im so sad people can be happy about this kind of failure. This is why i hated irl activism. Its just a sea of people sabotaging you and your own underlings going behind your back to sabotage your allies. Theyll then celebrate, call you some sort of name, and call your boss to accuse you of being a child molester because how dare you ban them for groping someone at a meeting.

    Did i get fired? No, because i have never been accused of being a child molester before the baseless accusation by the marxist leninist groper that hated how we accepted help from anarchists to feed homeless people.

    Im drunk

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        8 months ago

        I was sharing a story from my life to make a point but i went full Grandpa Simpson

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        8 months ago

        My job drug tests and i refuse to do weed through any method other than shoving gummies up my ass. One time i thought i was shoving gummy bears up my ass, but my husband comes in and informs me that they had weed in them. I had just passed my drug test but i had work later that day. I knew i was going for a ride.

        After a fairly stressful drive to work i emptied the gummies in a bathroom trash can (i refuse to associate toilets with my sex stuff because sex is a beutiful thing between man and man, not the dirty fulfillment of a biological function.

        Its always really disturbed at how sex has been commodified in our culture. They think that its a toy to be bought, instead of an activity to share.

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          8 months ago

          Now, my story begins in 19-dickety-two. We had to say “dickety” cause that Kaiser had stolen our word “twenty”. I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickety-six miles…