YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

Here's a great fantasy, sharing it with you guys free of charge, anyway the scenario is this: Hot girl or woman or a girl or woman who you find sexually arousing, says to you that you "need a confidence booster" and then she touches your weiner, and when you say "n-no, don't..." with shame because you feel unworthy, she says "it's not cool that they were mean to you" and you feel so loved that you let your guard down and have fun, but then you get scared again and start to hesitate, but she assures you again "I've never had sex with anyone before, and I'll never have sex with anyone else, you're really special" and then you can finally nut and she is added to your harem

I'M HERE TO SUCK AND FUCK YOUR MUSCULAR PUSSY I'M HERE TO SUBMIT TO YOUR STEROID MOMMY MUSCLE PUSSY WITH LEGS SO THICC I AM YOUR PUSSY SLAVE

A wolfhook is how people used to hunt wolves. A metal z shaped hook was buried in a chunk of meat and left out for a wolf to find, the hook would be tied down so once the wolf swallowed it would get stuck. Humans, and wolves, have no respect for life, and no honor.

Ripping the villains racist, bigoted, evil, death worshipping, warring, anti white, anti black, anti asian, anti human, anti life, asshole out with fishhooks. Shove the fishhooks up there then yank em out.

Have you ever hunted before? Did you hunt alone or in a group? Was it food hunting or game hunting? My grandfather was the last sane person in the family I think, everyone after him were package people, pets who ate boxed food. He would go out hunting for things like woodchuck, he would fish, he had no qualms about killing and eating them. My grandfather must not have had psychopaths around to fuck with his head and tell him how wrong he was about everything, I'm sure he encountered dickbags but they never broke him. He died. Seemingly unfulfilled, but maybe he was. I hope he was. I hope when I die I feel fulfilled. I wonder if the animals felt fulfilled in the moment before they felt a lightning bolt shoot through their body. And for what? A meal. A dinner. Food. My food. Our food. My mouth, our mouths, our bodies, feeding, enriching, on the life of another, because without, we would die. In the winter when there's no veg, we would die, we would be trapped and we would die. So we were forced, forced to eat meat. But now, the meat has become part of our lives, endless, endless meat. Screams forever. Cradle to grave. No more hunting. Only grinding.

I just woke up fedi frens, want some coffee?

Lgf who thinks your eczema is an std and you have to convince her it's just eczema