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No limits on what you can share as long as it doesn't go against the rules of the site. I won't be a selfish little fuck this time and I'll share an embarrassing story.

In middle school, I started getting these boners out of nowhere. I did my best to hide them, often tugging at my pants trying to loosen them to hide my erection. Well, eventually I got one in class while we were all sitting down. With my hand placed on my thigh and my fingers pinching the fabric of my pants near my bulge, I tugged downward attempting to push some fabric over my bulge to hide it. A girl who was Indian saw this and told the all of the girls in the class that I was masturbating in the classroom the same day during lunch. The rest of that entire year all of those girls avoided me the best they could because they thought I was some creep who jerked off in the middle of class. Thank God she didn't tell the teacher, I was too socially inept to explain myself at that time. To this day, I hate Indian women because of that one girl.

Selfish Little Fuck <- You if you don't share something
 
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When I was a kid, I had an obsession with killing ants.
It started off with normal kid shit, kicking their mounds and watching them get angry. Then it progressed to me pouring water on their mounds, which eventually turned into nearly boiling water and sometimes hydrogen peroxide. I found it fascinating how their angry & coordinated marching turned into a confused scramble, and then activity would cease as they'd all die.

I did torture individuals sometimes. Usually I'd pinch one with my fingers and rip its abdomen off so it couldn't sting me. The creepy thing is that they'd run around for quite a while despite missing 40% of their body. Most fucked up thing I did was putting one into the chamber of a cap gun (basically a toy gun that uses small gunpowder cap discs to make loud noises). Motherfucker got burned to a crisp and it smelt like BBQ.

It never went beyond ants and I'm not a psycho. To me ants are just very scaled down and simple versions of people, considering how they build shit/have jobs/hunt for food. I didn't feel bad because I'm pretty sure their brains are simple enough to where they mostly just rely on instinct.
 
When I was a kid, I had an obsession with killing ants.
It started off with normal kid shit, kicking their mounds and watching them get angry. Then it progressed to me pouring water on their mounds, which eventually turned into nearly boiling water and sometimes hydrogen peroxide. I found it fascinating how their angry & coordinated marching turned into a confused scramble, and then activity would cease as they'd all die.

I did torture individuals sometimes. Usually I'd pinch one with my fingers and rip its abdomen off so it couldn't sting me. The creepy thing is that they'd run around for quite a while despite missing 40% of their body. Most fucked up thing I did was putting one into the chamber of a cap gun (basically a toy gun that uses small gunpowder cap discs to make loud noises). Motherfucker got burned to a crisp and it smelt like BBQ.

It never went beyond ants and I'm not a psycho. To me ants are just very scaled down and simple versions of people, considering how they build shit/have jobs/hunt for food. I didn't feel bad because I'm pretty sure their brains are simple enough to where they mostly just rely on instinct.
You are very much a psycho. Thank god you redirected this desire towards robots instead of continuing on the small animals and then humans.
 
You are very much a psycho. Thank god you redirected this desire towards robots instead of continuing on the small animals and then humans.
Big difference between ants and shit like rabbits or something. Ants can't really express emotions, they're pretty similar to robots actually. I hate seeing animals and people get hurt, it upsets me quite a bit. Hell, I still think about my late dog every day and I even made a video dedicated to her life that took me a while to finish since I kept breaking down editing it.
I don't do the ant shit anymore because I realized it was weird though. I think a lot of kids are morbidly curious about that stuff and they grow out of it.
 
When I was in the 1st grade I went pee outside facing a field at the edge of the property during recess and some 56% girl ran up to me and said something like "LOOOK HE'S PEEING I CAN SEE HIS PENIS!" and laughed at me hysterically then tried to get everyone looking before I finished peeing and zipped up. Thats how I learned not to pee without being completely hidden.
Also not long later I was playing tag and the niglet preschooler chasing me jumped on my back and BIT ME.
I also ate an earthworm on that playground.
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When I was a kid, I had an obsession with killing ants.
It started off with normal kid shit, kicking their mounds and watching them get angry. Then it progressed to me pouring water on their mounds, which eventually turned into nearly boiling water and sometimes hydrogen peroxide. I found it fascinating how their angry & coordinated marching turned into a confused scramble, and then activity would cease as they'd all die.

I did torture individuals sometimes. Usually I'd pinch one with my fingers and rip its abdomen off so it couldn't sting me. The creepy thing is that they'd run around for quite a while despite missing 40% of their body. Most fucked up thing I did was putting one into the chamber of a cap gun (basically a toy gun that uses small gunpowder cap discs to make loud noises). Motherfucker got burned to a crisp and it smelt like BBQ.

It never went beyond ants and I'm not a psycho. To me ants are just very scaled down and simple versions of people, considering how they build shit/have jobs/hunt for food. I didn't feel bad because I'm pretty sure their brains are simple enough to where they mostly just rely on instinct.
Why are ytbois like this
it hurts

>and I'm not a psycho
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KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK BACK TO THE MENTAL INSTITUTION WITH THIS ONE KEEEEEEEEK
 
In sixth grade, I spent a month and a half in what was the equivalent of a tard class but for angry kids instead of stupid ones, and they had this padded closet that they would lock you inside of if you got upset, and you had to stay there until you were adequately /calm/ed down. Anyway, I got put in there for intimidating a teacher by looking her in the eyes too long.

I don't know why foids can't handle eye contact hmm.
the same thing happened to me kek
 
I shaved my left wrist (about half the length of my forearm) because I thought it would make wearing a watch more comfortable. It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize nobody else actually fucking does that and I'm retarded.
 
Just last week, I was taking a shit inside of a restaurant I hadn't gone to before. A member opened the door (I thought it was locked, in reality, it wasn't) and saw me, I had my shirt off too. Strangely, I didn't feel any shame, just an acknowledgement that I can never go to that restaurant again. I feel like I should've felt something more, but no, I don't really care.
 
Just last week, I was taking a shit inside of a restaurant I hadn't gone to before. A member opened the door (I thought it was locked, in reality, it wasn't) and saw me, I had my shirt off too. Strangely, I didn't feel any shame, just an acknowledgement that I can never go to that restaurant again. I feel like I should've felt something more, but no, I don't really care.
Why was your shirt off?
 
Just last week, I was taking a shit inside of a restaurant I hadn't gone to before. A member opened the door (I thought it was locked, in reality, it wasn't) and saw me, I had my shirt off too. Strangely, I didn't feel any shame, just an acknowledgement that I can never go to that restaurant again. I feel like I should've felt something more, but no, I don't really care.
You havent reached the maximum level of having fun and not giving a fuck. You need to not feel like you cant go again.
 
You havent reached the maximum level of having fun and not giving a fuck. You need to not feel like you cant go again.
I was confused when he said he could never go back, literally who cares
I'm Afghan, it was an Afghan place and it was a woman who saw me. It's supposedly shameful and the food was mid.
She should be ashamed, shes the one looking at exposed men
 
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