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dark timeline: manosphere emu egg trend leads to new mainstream egg laying fetish as tiktok overwatchface model girls start roleplaying as having laid the egg the men are about to eat to encourage them to get their nutrients leading to an upward trend in yoshi kirigumis as niche sexual paraphernalia and a new character added to whatever hero shooter or moba is most desperate for new money at the time thats like sexy velociraptor themed with wide birthing hips and the manosphere gets over the emu egg trend when people start making gratuitous high fidelity SFM animations of that character laying eggs as it has now been deemed Gooner Shit to eat emu eggs causing emu farmers dealing with a sudden financial fallout and having to lean into that side of the appeal resulting in a new disgusting egg flavored gamer supps flavor featuring a leggy emu gijinka girl and people arguing online about whose waifu would have the better tasting eggs. Someone on twitter/bluesky/4chan makes a new "dinomama-chan" character who follows in a similar niche to the aforementioned raptor girl but with conventionally attractive young looking anime milf aesthetic who has a deadbeat NEET son who plays video games all day that she makes dino nuggies for as well as scrambled eggs made from her own eggs with all the expected sexual tension. The telephone game leads to trans girls getting better about eating breakfast and lunch by making themselves egg meals and imagining it came out of dinomama's cloaca making the original creator fabulously rich from plushie sales (not from makeship but the other one that lets you sell the plushies with sexualized designs I forgot the name) Hardly any of this is able to let emu farmers financially recover from the loss of sales due to the beginning trend raising the prices to being even more prohibitively expensive causing a politician whose really behind on the internet and culture who still thinks emu eggs give you big dick balls man milk energy lobbying to subsidize the emu farmers and going on hundreds of podcasts resulting in one of them eventually showing him AI generated oviposition porn on their phone making him think lizard people are real and hiding in our midst but like in a Super Mario Bros (1993) way causing another telephone game on bluesky and tumblr that jacking it to dinomama or owning dinomama plushies makes you antisemitic and the premier oviposition and lizardgirl fetish blog on tumblr gets nuked by staff after being mass-reported resulting in edgy transfeminist kinksters adopting an aesthetic around Riptor's cheerleader costume from the 2013 reboot of Killer Instinct in retaliation
Spamton G. Spamton, commonly referred to as simply Spamton, was a culture hero and folk deity that rose to prominence in the earliest period of the American Century of Humiliation
You're obsessed with the rotting bloated corpse. It's like your Jungkook. Embarassing!
You're obsessed with the rotting bloated corpse. It's like your Jungkook. Embarassing!
You're obsessed with the rotting bloated corpse. It's like your Jungkook. Embarassing!
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The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.
okay but why is he even called mr beast
He's the Antichrist
pants around my ankles. puke everywhere---in my hair, all over the front of my shirt, in the hair on my legs, on my underwear. drying on my glasses. get the vacuum out. stumbling, pissing myself, one shoe missing. fucking faded off that madam
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I would NOT eat a Chikorita but I have enough sense to know that it should be served cold with a strawberry balsamic vinegarette and a sprinkle of feta