Therparist: Infinity Nikki Andrew Tate isn't real he cannot hurt you
Infinity Nikki Andrew Tate:
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Therparist: Infinity Nikki Andrew Tate isn't real he cannot hurt you
Infinity Nikki Andrew Tate:
I have yet to watch the season finale.
Abusing my super thin notebook paper in the meantime.
Mensen, snel. Help me mijn noodpakket te vullen:
fles water
kattenvoer
blik eten
radio
rol wc papier
kaarsen
uitgeprinte foto van mijn waifu
deken
zaklamp
paracetamol
pim pam pet
lenzenvloeistof
Hm. Close enough. Wilkommen Zurück 9-Euro Ticket.
To all my neurodivergent comrades, and others who just struggle with cleaning and organizing their space:
I found a thing that actually works (at least for me) in terms of getting out of the executive dysfunction that is inevitable when my house reaches a certain level of clutteredness:
I jump up and yell "5 THINGS GO TO THEIR HOME" and start putting items back on their places one by one, until I reach 5.
If it helped in a motivating way to start putting things back, I usually find myself repeating to hold momentum, slowly cleaning up "FIVE MORE THINGS GO HOME :)". If after five items I am still too overwhelmed to continue, I quit for the time being, but still content with achieving the little goal I set :), and the space is a little cleaner :).
Also do remember, other people's tidiness standards are not realistic for everyone. As long as you're able to clean and vacuum every so now and then, I think its fine. It doesn't need to look organized. Cleanliness and tidiness are not the same thing :).
It is the year 2054. Male contraception finally made it through the clinical trials and is now commercially being sold. It's price fluctuates because it has to be cheaper than the market selling price of a newborn.
You ease yourself into the bed, making sure not to tear the brittle mattress material. Your carcinogen-free subscription ended a few months ago and now your matress' secretes harmful compounds into the already stale air. It doesn't need to, but it turned out that people are willing to pay for a cancer-free mattress so the manufacturer put them in. You can even pay with newborns, making the mattress usage somewhat of a circular process.
The composite waifu laying next to you is unrecognizable. The site you got it from used your public brain profile, analyzing your entire psyche with AI to ensure you get a sexual product that precisely caters to your personal sexual niches. Sadly you didn't delete the part about your traumatic childhood parental issues properly and the big tittied composite organic laying next to you doesn't stop complaining about how "bad of a choice it was to become a TikTok tradwife and sell the 18 kids béfore the newbown market boom, because thats just poor investment". The composite resembles nothing really. Classic AI obesity. It got fed too much of it's own content and it has lost all semantical and visual connection to meaning.
Accepting that you spent all your company scrip on the darn composite you decide to go down on it anyways. The contaception switch in your balls needs to be flicked first. Impregnating a composite waifu is regarded as copyright infringement. It is heavily enforced because the AI guild is the last remaining functioning Union. You flick it through the skin of your sac and it links with your brain implant. You remember Eunich Premium expired again and it reminds you that you have to watch three ads before your balls can turn off. You don't understand any of the ads. Theyre catered to the fucking composite, who due to your preferences, is french. The chip in your brain makes your mouth dictate the ads to the composite laying next to you. The composite listens to the advertorial, nods when hearing some great deal and whips out a tablet to order two pizza's with none pizza left beef.
You still haven't had sex.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Albert Heijn Commercials Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Johan (Plus)/Bianca (plus), Harry Piekema/Mannelijke Hamster #1 'Henk', Bianca (Plus)/Mannelijke Hamster 'Rombert' #5 Characters: Bianca (Plus), Johan (Plus), Harry Piekema, Bol.com Man, De Hamster Kinderen, Mannelijke Hamster #1, Mannelijke Hamster 'Rombert' #5 Additional Tags: Mpreg, Canon-Typical Violence, crackfic, Crack Treated Seriously, Furry, Childhood Trauma, Neglectful Parents, Tragic Romance, Suicide Attempt, Treadmill Kink, Manipulative Relationship, Manipulative Bianca (plus), Coffee, Forbidden Love, Cheating, überhaupt is AH al een trigger toch, bonuskaart, groene spork, koelschap geweld, child endangerment, Child Neglect Summary:
De Secret life of de Albert Heijn Hamsters… Gaat door! Liefde hangt in de lucht in onze geliefde metafysische Albert Heijn. Mannelijke hamster #2 en vrouwelijke hamster #1 hebben elkaar gevonden. Hamster #5 lijkt steeds meer succes te hebben met zijn geheime (Getrouwde!!!) aanbidster, en Hamster #1 “Henk” heeft zijn ware liefde aan Harry Piekema kunnen verklaren. De twee kunnen hun geluk niet op, maar hun zoete droom zal verstoord worden door de realiteit van té hard spiegelen in het schap.
@lifeofroos