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And they thank you for your compliance.
We're all making friends here aren't we.
But seriously, the party doesn't even respect the primary elections that I have been voting in as a registered democrat who has given many small-time donations and all of my votes over the years.
They didn't follow our own organizational rules, why should I trust them with my money? They already have my stinking vote.
Touché.
Penises don't have bones in them, overall body size is a poor indicator of penis size.
Not a dollar to the DNC or a DNC candidate.
Never, ever again.
You know, working together on something outside might be absolutely the ticket. Genius.
This place actually kinda kicks ass if you're there. It's a strange project to have taken on, but it seems to have been done sincerely.
The botanical gardens nearby are also nice.
Broad nose, similar beard, similar smile... Without my glasses I could mistake thumbnails pretty easily.
Well those sound like people who aren't good to open up to.
I do sympathize though, I pretended to be a guy for several decades, and my wife put exactly the same kind of duality on me that men put on women.
I was expected to be sympathetic and nurturing in some contexts and aggressive, jealous, and demanding in others, and I was just supposed to know when to switch.
And there was an amount of vulnerability I was able to display, but beyond that I'd get told to suck it up.
I think somebody needs to come up with an ad campaign that's Therapy For Men. Big sweaty hairy guys with thick beards looking after each other's mental health like BROs. It worked to get men to use soap.
(Seriously, I think counseling is too female-coded for a lot of men to be comfortable with it unless they're fucking the person, or they start to want to fuck the person because they're unused to talking about things).
Thick slices. Toasted hard. Butter. Honey.
What a disgusting pair of people.
Oh, many many of them.
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