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Exactly. It's pretty gross actually. He wasn't in need (that he made common knowledge), didn't ask for help yet people latched onto this cause and are proud of it. That says more about them saying 'look at MEEE!!!' than anything about him or his act of heroism

But this is such a heart-warming acknowledgment of a truly brave deed. Fuck their privacy when I have a chance to feel good.

He asked for privacy so we're going to take our feels and publish his photos, he and his fiancee's registry and keep his name in the press on our international website.

Having other people pay for my honeymoon would suck. Don't accept it Jon!

heavy petting

ALPHA AS FUCK.

Pilkington face.

Same, except I was the Fat Girl. We're talking 270 lb and having multiple amazing partners. Oh my god, I have fucked the hottest men imaginable. My sexual fantasies are things that I have done.

Party's over, guys

Happens often. I have Resting Bitch Face and I am told to "smile" by random street men at least once a month. Someday, someone is going to say it to me on the wrong damn day and I am going to bust out some ninja shit.

It is weird. For me it makes me more angry than creeped out or uncomfortable, like some stranger is trying to dictate to me what feelings I should have.

You're never too old for a trampage.

ALL DAY EVERY DAY! YOU CAN'T STOP ME!

The one and only time I did shrooms I swore up and down that the birds were chirping to the tune of Vivaldi's Spring Allegro. It was beautiful until I realized the dangerous implications of birds being that smart.

holy lord. Where are you getting your weed?

A familiar story I'm sure, but nonetheless my worst: After 3 decades of being straight-laced, I thought I would celebrate my 30th year by participating in marijuana for the first time. A lifetime of being scared to death of lung cancer by my Mother left me not wanting to smoke so I naturally jumped right ahead to

One time when I was a teen I got high with one of my friends and we followed around this woman because we thought she was a witch because she was carrying a staff and dressed in a black trench coat with black makeup and wearing a weird hat but then I went up to her and asked her if she was a witch and she told me she

In case you're interested, I bought this for myself recently, because being on the Metro alone at night makes me feel ugh:

We were about one league above the line, but we still did spam sometimes. Cubed in homemade fried rice, or fried in slices, with mashed potatoes (instant, of course) and apple sauce. I still make that about once a year, not just for nostalgia, i actually enjoy it.

Well, there goes my plans for the next 20 minutes.