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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Definitely part of my tickle origin story 😂
Thanksgiving was always my favorite holiday growing up, but it had its own unique challenge my aunts. Every year, without fail, they’d turn me into their personal tickle target. They’d catch me off guard, and the next thing I knew, I was trapped and under an all out tickle assault that would sometimes last for hours.
They’d sit me on the couch, corner me with mischievous grins, and before I knew it, their fingers would be everywhere feathery, sneaky, relentless. I’d laugh so hard I’d cry, begging for mercy, but they just kept going, loving every minute of it. It was torture in the best way total chaos and nonstop laughter, and honestly, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. It’s a holiday memory I’ll always cherish, even if it left me exhausted and teary eyed at the time.
So, there was this one time I was feeling pretty confident, talking all my trash because I thought I was invincible. I was teasing and gloating, thinking I had the upper hand. But I definitely picked the wrong people to mouth off to. Turns out, they weren’t just anyone they were experts at playful revenge.
Before I knew it, I was wrapped up and being methodically tickled, and I mean *really* tickled feathers, fingers, the whole works. They didn’t let up for a second. I was squirming, laughing uncontrollably, trying to plead for mercy, but honestly, I kind of enjoyed the chaos. Lesson learned: never underestimate the power of a good tickle battle, especially when you talk trash to the wrong crowd!
My happy place is when I can’t move an inch and can only giggle and babble
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When a lee "accidentally" gives information away about a tickle spot:
Yesssss 😈
This little turtle just makes me happy!
Posting this separately, cuz mood.
This deserved to be reposted 🙃
Mentally I'm Here Right Now
This is my love language 😍
LMFAO !!
Thissss! Except I was 9, and didn’t know search history was a thing when I was looking this shit up on google💀💀💀💀
I never realized how much of a brat I truly am until I started playing DnD driving some of my party and the dungeon master crazy as a Barbarian is so much fun 🤣🤣
Whenever I say “fight me” I always mean “tickle me”
it’s the way they look at each other like it’s a competition 😭🖤
Oh fuck yes no, the intensity.. the overwhelm.. your world being reduced to nothing but the torturous, incessant dragging of fingertips over your trapped and sensitive soles.. to you this madness is everything.. to them? You're just their tickle toy to tease and torment for their pleasure 🫠
I’d be a crying begging mess
We all know a boy who needs a good, thorough, multi-Ler tickling. Some of us are that boy.