asmallbagofdirt replied to your post:ur pretty uh... jacked there....... fuck man.....
Jacked means buff, big guy.
Oh! Ha! Well that also
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asmallbagofdirt replied to your post:ur pretty uh... jacked there....... fuck man.....
Jacked means buff, big guy.
Oh! Ha! Well that also
asmallbagofdirt replied to your post:Ha! I love this Goodneighbor. A man came up to me,...
He musta been outta his mind. You were probably twice his size.
That is why I respect his ‘initiative’. He had a lot of hope for a tiny man
asmallbagofdirt replied to your post:Why just touch boobs, when you can touch...
I have.
It’s like a gift, a gift from God!
asmallbagofdirt replied to your post “asmallbagofdirt replied to your post:asmallbagofdirt replied to your...”
How would you know? You never touched one before.
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>:T
Shut up.
asmallbagofdirt replied to your post:wastelandmama replied to your post:have u ever...
No. I can’t believe you’ve never experienced pure joy.
*huffs*
It ain’t really a big fuckin’ deal.
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Jolt sneered, reaching up to wipe a smear of blood off of his chin. His knuckles were split, fingers white with tension as he raised his fist again.
The teen sprawled on the floor at his feet glared up at him. Their eyes were like chips of glass, edged in angry terrified white. Jolt could track their gaze as they watched him wipe their own blood off of his face. He watched bright red dribble off their chin, out from between their defiantly snarling teeth. Must’ve bitten off part of their tongue. Ironic. Served em right.
“I know where you come from, little rat. You ain’t big shit out here. Bet you weren’t even big shit back in that camp you call a town. No matter who your family was.” He stomped a foot suddenly, lurching towards them in a fake lunge. They scrambled back, shirt torn around the neck from where they’d been grabbed and thrown.
“Out here, you get taught a lesson for mouthin off. Shoulda stayed home.” He reached for them with his free hand, arm cocked and ready for another blow.
Using your front teeth as a can opener doesn't work even if you're really trying to prove something.
“This sounds like good advice from someone experienced in the matter.”
✜ something they didn’t say
Send a symbol and my Muse will admit one thing they regret.
“They wouldn’t have understood it, but I should have thanked the people I knew for being with me. Sometimes I could forget what I was hiding.”