“I tell no lies about dead men. These men who came with the Long Hair (Custer) were as good men as ever fought. The Long Hair stood like a sheaf of corn with all the ears fallen around him.…He killed a man when he fell. He laughed [as he died]”. -Sitting Bull
Natural blonde waitress (1970s style triangular breasts) experienced a complete meltdown tonight at my ordering decorum. She couldn’t have been a day over the local age of consent. I tried to make it simple for her and asked her to prepare one hundred oysters for me and my four friends, 33 at a time, every 30 minutes, and then one final oyster for me. Do you understand nubile minx? She’s breathing heavily now. “Oh so after this first three dozen I’ll come and check if you all want some more?” You couldn’t have made Netanyahu’s orders to you more obvious if you tried I can literally see your Mossad earpiece glowie zogslave. As she turns away to call security I grab her delicate wrist and turn her back toward me. Her pulse is strong. My friends can only hang their heads in shame. I fear you’ve not understood me seductress. I require the oysters at the specified interv— before I can finish speaking the glass shatters as the mass shooter begins their attack. The guatemalan busboy takes a tracer round to the sternum and violently falls limp onto the table and spills my dirty tito’s martini onto my 32/32 jeans. I’m assuming that will be comped. I assess the situation and identify the shooter. 23 year old transgender furry communist. No need to engage… this libtard will die of AIDS in less than 35 minutes. I throw the waitress over my shoulder and rush us both to safety toward the kitchen. Her armpit blesses me with a direct impact to my nose and upper lip. Her scent invigorates me. Ginger and turmeric smoothie this morning? And is that dove antiperspirant? She can no longer contain herself and begins sexing on my body despite our audience of FtM bushwick line cooks eating their dinners performatively out of plastic containers. It’s very sexy. The girl reading this. Nietzsche. After eight thrusts, one for each dozen oysters, I deny her pleasure and collapse from exhaustion and later awaken to 50 texts from my friends warning me that she posted a tik tok about me captioned “my nightmare sneaky link” with 38 comments from mentally ill women with toxoplasmosis accusing me of grooming her. Bro I’m 38 and divorced I cannot consent to a woman that young and beautiful. Plus I’m not looking for anything serious atm. Probably the worst night of my life and I have nobody to confide in
@waysofbeing1@FischerKing64 gotta love seeing a reddit thread where the actual answer/insightful response has 1 upvote and is buried beneath endless joke replies
I can’t stop thinking about this. It explains so much. So many relationships where people just constantly trying to argue for no reason. People who need tension in their lives to feel alive. Workaholics who carry this cursed energy of always needing to be “hustling” it’s just hypothyroidism all the way down
The UK needs a solution more radical and society-altering than the Bolshevik takeover or the Nuremberg trials: one that will serve as the foundation of a new state for the next millennium and root itself so firmly in the national psyche that such a betrayal can never occur again.