You come home late at night, then you wake up and realise you were dreaming as you have no friends, life...

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Every time i come here you guys always try to turn me into a fag like you. Sad thing is, I'm happy that you try but sad that I cant become a fag.

Yes, I find them disgusting, mentally ill freaks. If I'm going to be a gay, I want a real man! Not some dress wearing, feminine faggot, that has a soft voice with a lisp, bent wrists and squeals and screams and always draws attention to itself.

… you just described and average women yet that's not what you want.

Not if it has a dick between it's legs. If I'm going to get fucked in the ass. Let it be by a big, muscular and macho looking guy. Not some limp wrist faggot in a dress who tucks his duck between his legs.

In a fag relationship I would never want to be the one taking it only giving it. Maybe because i don't want to ever lose that dominant feeling.

You have to be prepared to let him have a go. He'll leave if you don't.

Thats why i'd rather have a sissy so if i say no he wont question it unlike the guy you want who will just overpower you and tap your ass.

Maybe a trap for casual sex then. But relationship has to be with a real man. Id be willing to let him sleep wit other guys to keep him happy. But he's only allowed to fuck them, not be fucked. I'm the only guy allowed to fuck his ass.

The fuck am I reading. Take it to boipussy you utter faggit's

So you like being a cuck also?

If you want to play with this fag then be my guest.

You guys are over-complicating basic faggotry.
All you have to do is choose the one you like the most, fuck, and then say "no homo" after it

No, I just don't want to be fucked in the ass. I get to fuck traps, if they demand that fuck me I can beat them up as they're weak little shits. He gets to fuck other guys too, meaning I don't get my ass torn to bits.

Nope, not a faggit.

You seem to have put alot of thought into this whole thing…

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Is this supposed to upset me? I'd feel upset over having this horrible dream, not waking from it.
I would hate to come home late. I have everything I could ever need right here. All I would accomplish by staying out late is an elevated chance of being raped or worse by minorities, and for what? Boring discussions and parties with normalfags? No, thank you.
So what? I have loyal servants: daddy and the wagecucks. Normalfags only remain friends so long as it's convenient for them. The moment you show a little weakness, they attack. I have a little more sense than to leave my back open like that all the time. Servants are for life if you train them right.
Why do you normals call serving others a "life?" A life is doing what you want, when you want, how you want and so on, but constantly being pushed around between clubs and bars or wherever you normals go, having pointless chats about cars and taxes, picking up the same bland Chad or Stacy and then going back to work empty-handed for your daily, 9-to-5 "yes, sir, thank you, sir, anything else, sir?" That's not having a life. That's giving your life. That's slavery.
Don't want to, rarely need to. That sounds like a good deal to me. Why do you let the normalfags drag you by your shackles when you have the key to unlock them? Become NEET. Be free. Become a god. You won't, and that's okay. Just keep serving your goddess and we won't have a problem.

Knock, knock Mr. Rogers, it's Mr. Mc' Feelie

I've brought you a letter, speedy delivery

Well Mr. Mc' Feelie, if there's postage due

You can go fuck yourself, like Captain Kangaroo

I can go to land of make believe and I can pretend

But in the end I still have no friends

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Mr. Rogers, I like your cardigan sweater

Mr. Mc' Feelie shut up and give me my letter

I don't want to talk to you, don't you understand?

Why are you inside my house, you're just my fuckin' mailman?

I can go to land of make believe and I can pretend

But in the end I still have no friends

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

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Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

You can go to land of make believe and you can pretend

But in the end you still have no friends

You can go to land of make believe and you can pretend

But in the end you still have no friends

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

You are my best friend too

I share the same views and hardly ever argue

Eat spam from the can, watch late night C-Span

And rock out to old school Duran Duran

Your best friend is you I'm my best friend too o

I share the same views and hardly ever argue

Eat spam from the can, watch late night C-Span

And rock out to old school Duran Duran

Your best friend is you I'm my best friend too

I share the same views and hardly ever argue

Eat spam from the can, watch late night C-Span

And rock out to old school Duran Duran

Your best friend is you I'm my best friend too

I share the same views and hardly ever argue

Eat spam from the can, watch late night C-Span

And rock out to old school Duran Duran

Your best friend is you I'm my best friend too

I share the same views and hardly ever argue

Eat spam from the can, watch late night C-Span

And rock out to old school Duran Duran

no gf means you could always meet a girl and not kill yourself.

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i came back home at 22:30 cuz i do have job. Though a bad day at it…