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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 in elementary I was blowing air out of my nose and a booger flew out, so I looked around to where it landed and found it on the edge of my desk, so I picked it up and ate it
But I felt like it wasn't mine and was actually there from before o algo, I thought it was really gross and tried to suppress that thought immediately after

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when I was in elementary I was blowing air out of my nose and a booger flew out, so I looked around to where it landed and found it on the edge of my desk, so I picked it up and ate it
But I felt like it wasn't mine and was actually there from before o algo, I thought it was really gross and tried to suppress that thought immediately after

87todc.png
one of the better posts around here



that says something
 
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.
 
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.
dude i had the same kind of system in a few schools i went to when i was 3rd grade
crazy i got in there cuz i would get rlly mad
 
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.
Sigma male since birth, I knvvl...
 
Another: When I was 11 I was so obsessed with Mewtwo that I had the entire script for the first Pokémon movie memorized and would recite it aloud while imagining the scenes in my head. I also only listened to the soundtrack of the movie along with the Pokémon theme song. I had a necklace with a Mewtwo pendant that I would wear with a Pokémon t-shirt and my mom’s raincoat (it was way too big and I thought it looked like a trench coat) (it did not). I would ask my mom “what Pokémon do you think I’m most like?” and I would make her answer Mewtwo. I would look up “how to act like mewtwo” “how to be dark and brooding” “how to be mysterious”. I then tried to act this out by never talking and glaring at people. My mom told me years later she thought I was depressed during that time period because of this. Every night I would imagine floating on a boat with Mewtwo into the sunset to get to sleep. I would print out photos of Mewtwo and tape them to my wall. I made out with my hand and pretended it was Mewtwo a few times. Whenever I met someone new I would make them watch the first 10 minutes that were cut from Mewtwo Strikes Back and get upset when they didn’t want to or didn’t react.
Holy shit this is a sonic fan tier poke-autist, I kneel
 
when I was in elementary I was blowing air out of my nose and a booger flew out, so I looked around to where it landed and found it on the edge of my desk, so I picked it up and ate it
But I felt like it wasn't mine and was actually there from before o algo, I thought it was really gross and tried to suppress that thought immediately after

87todc.png
did it taste good tho
 
In 2016 I fought a mullato woman

Not necessarily a bad or shocking story but
I was in the park kicking round a football with my mates. We all eventually just start taking the piss and started to full on punt the ball at eachother to try to injure or hurt one another. After a few minutes I take the piss and I decide to launch the ball as high as I can in the sky, when it comes down I fucking start shitting myself as it looks like it’s going to hit this lady.

I scream for her to watch her head but its too late and You hear that awful sound of the ball hitting her fucking cranium.
She curls up into a ball in front of her friends for a good few minutes and when I go to apologise she starts getting all up into my face, calling me names, pushing me. Etc, then she swung and me and I knew I had to do something. Keep in mind;

I was some white 14 year old twig at the time, I was 172cm tall, and I hadn’t worked out a day in my life. And I was put against some tall fat lightskin woman, she looked around 178cm tall, she was massive.

I try to get her to the floor and I succeed, but shes right ontop of me and I can’t breathe, so I get her into a headlock and try to get into a dominant position, I do so anyway and tell her to call the fuck down, when I eventually see two older-looking lightskin men I knew to fucking run for it.
 
I also have another one.

I was 12 this time, this was in 2014. I was invited to a cookout by some Jamaican friend of mine and I was eager to go, I brung buns for the burgers and crisps, but that doesn’t matter.

So a good hour passes, I’ve been racing playing sports with my friend and his cousins, I’m thirsty, so I go to get some orange juice. I ask for a cup and the guys give me one and tell me to pour a glass of orange juice, now, there was Rum right next to the orange juice, and it coincidentally looked like orange juice. So I pour myself a glass, RIGHT infront of the guys that gave me the cup. and I walk on, thinking i’ve just poured myself a glass of orange juice. Because, they didn’t care about what I was pouring?

I take a sip of my supposed OJ on the way back to the gardenand I noticed it tastes funny. And I also notice some grandma staring at me.
I go back and say
“Yo.. this orange juice tastes funny mate? can I get a water?”
No joke, this guy said
“Where did you get THAT from bro?”
No joke I had to explain it to them I poured it right infront of their eyes and they didn’t see or care bro.

I also now understand why that granny was staring at me.
 
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