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Discussion in 'Hard Gay Shitpost Metropolis' started by Baka, Jun 9, 2019.
Post nudes or gtfo
Post ur noodz
Out of Cleveland Columbus and Cincinnati which city do you think is the worst city up there
cincinatti got too many krauts
I heard Cleveland is a shithole
havent been there yet
I havent either I just read about the crime rates up there
Theres so many perks to living in a small town or rural area when it comes to safety (minus the economic difference)
Aight. Don't have many pics readily available as I'm out and about, but here's a shitty cellphone pic I shot of the boys with my old work phone.
Older (and beefier) of the two on the right, almost six kilos of determined drool and cuddle. Little fucker on the left is the younger and needier of the two. Both neutered, both stone cold killers.
BCE or CE?
names? they look adorable
Also, homes in Norway look exactly the way I have always imagined.
@Lovecraft is it government mandated that your homes be quaint, with finished wood motifs, and throw-pillows? Is there a fireplace lurking nearby?
Also, this is not my place, old lady's place.
Yes, they both have names.
His name is Roomer. He's a fat shit that does nothing but eat, sleep, poop and lick. Everyone I've shown him to online seems to love him for some reason. Here he is sitting on the couch.
Why do you have a cat if you don't love it?
you shitskins even managed to ruin a cat thread
nice one /pol/acks
You caught him in a bad time.Thats a look that says:Finna just started licking my balls the fuck do you want?
I just woke up and thought that was 1 cat and it freaked me out
Happens to me all the time.
I have black bed linens and sheets, so the fuckers pretty much disappear.
I'll lazily reach down to scratch the one cat, and suddenly there's more paws around than expected.
In the dark the easiest way to differentiate between them is to give them a light punt in the arse. Older and bigger of the two is hardly nudged off balance by that, the other fucker takes that as his cue to nag me for a shoulder ride.
I live in a filthy moldy house.
Again. I haven't been to a tiddy bar in over five years. When I do go, I like to chat with the dancers for conversation, because often they have interesting stories to tell, and I get to study them for characters in short stories. Plus, since they don't have to worry about getting hit on, or groped, or attacked, etc., etc., they are remarkably at ease. A couple of Fireball shots or a rum and coke or two later and they are telling me about their kids, or she's a gun owner, or she's working towards her degree, or doesn't want to go back to X towne and won't tell me the reason why... ohhhh mystery, or car problems, or they are drug taking lunatics that are trying to get pregnant, etc., etc., etc.
So do fuck off. And you know Baka will not follow your advice.
YALL MUHFCUAKKAS MADE ME THINK OF MY DOG AND NOW I MISS MY DOG SHE WAS A GOOD GIRL FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
My cats have me pinned to the bed, the little bastards.
Swole-cat McBeefy is curled up on my crotch making sure my semen is broiled due to his insulating properties and body heat output. Slender boi is stretched out under my chin, touching each of my ears with a set of paws, effectively blocking out half my view of my tablet.
I love the furry little cunts dearly, but I sometimes wish they would love me back from a little distance off.
mine will only lay on my bed in a manner that lets them obscure most of my laptop
When both of mine are in at the same time they compete for the prime spot on the bed, my chest. Four square meters of bed to stretch out on, and they have to be on top of me.
that's cats for you. when you're not on your bed, they're always laying in the spot you usually lay on
I wish. Mine follow me around, waiting for me to sit.
When they get tired of waiting, they'll nag me to pick them up and carry them around.
At least I know the furry little buggers love me.