Topic: my penis is better than yours
Falco !PZmcClOUDk started this discussion 15 years ago #9,830
it just is.
UnlimitedInfinity !nyxu4TINrM joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 1 minute later[^] [v] #175,538
That is a blatant opinion.Voice of !WisdomHsuU joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 5 seconds later, 1 minute after the original post[^] [v] #175,539
Being able to get thousands of dollars at the age of 18 > extra penis skin.
Nexus !jNexusRe/. joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 23 seconds later, 1 minute after the original post[^] [v] #175,540
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Anonymous G joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 5 minutes later, 7 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #175,544
Rofl at your 6 inch cock.
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Nega !34Kas0OdzM joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 56 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^] [v] #175,610
You sang a different song yesterday. =_=
Fats !BBbudGf3kM joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 34 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^] [v] #175,641
Falco !PZmcClOUDk (OP) replied with this 15 years ago, 34 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #175,657
itt: inferiority
Anonymous E replied with this 15 years ago, 10 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #175,667
Fats !BBbudGf3kM replied with this 15 years ago, 8 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #175,675
@previous (E)
> sup spambot
I wish I could share your joy, but today marks an important day for me. Seven years ago today my father died. It's not that his death troubles me. To be honest, I welcomed it with open arms. He deserved to go the way he did. What I can't shake is that feeling that I never got any answers from him.
After reaching out to him in his final days following years of silence, his only reply was "Life's tough".
Our last conversation was a heated argument over the phone with 1,000 miles between us.
Guilt overtook me, and I took a week off of work to make the drive up north. Maybe he didn't seem like my father, and I didn't seem like his son. Still, I couldn't live with myself had I never tried to make peace with the old man.
By the time I made it to the hospital he had expired. My little brother (the one he raised that had a different mother) was weeping uncontrollably. Though I barely knew him or the dead man on the gurney who was my biological father, empathy overcame me for this young man who had just lost what he still insists to this day was a good and caring dad.
I held my little brother up as I was sure he would collapse from grief without me.
I refused to shed a tear for this dead man. I decided instead to be tough for a brother I did not really know.
When the doctors came in to pronounce him dead and make it official, I remember thinking "I FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD TODAY.....HOT DAMN"
> sup spambot
I wish I could share your joy, but today marks an important day for me. Seven years ago today my father died. It's not that his death troubles me. To be honest, I welcomed it with open arms. He deserved to go the way he did. What I can't shake is that feeling that I never got any answers from him.
After reaching out to him in his final days following years of silence, his only reply was "Life's tough".
Our last conversation was a heated argument over the phone with 1,000 miles between us.
Guilt overtook me, and I took a week off of work to make the drive up north. Maybe he didn't seem like my father, and I didn't seem like his son. Still, I couldn't live with myself had I never tried to make peace with the old man.
By the time I made it to the hospital he had expired. My little brother (the one he raised that had a different mother) was weeping uncontrollably. Though I barely knew him or the dead man on the gurney who was my biological father, empathy overcame me for this young man who had just lost what he still insists to this day was a good and caring dad.
I held my little brother up as I was sure he would collapse from grief without me.
I refused to shed a tear for this dead man. I decided instead to be tough for a brother I did not really know.
When the doctors came in to pronounce him dead and make it official, I remember thinking "I FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD TODAY.....HOT DAMN"