We really need to reopen the mental hospitals.
There are 11 kinds of people: those who understand binary, those who don’t, and those who think binary doesn’t exist but say the rest of us are the crazy ones.
It was gross
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A fat man with a beard calling himself a non-binary woman? Mercy, what is wrong with these people?
Purchase the best pipe tobacco you can and infuse it sparingly with mint extract, either on a sponge inside a baggie, or by misting the tobacco very lightly. OR pop a mint tea bag into your tobacco jar and let it develop flavor over a few days.
I would not try to use essential oil in any manner. It may be ok but it’s not foolproof.
Bearded ‘Lady’
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Ha!
What the hell is “non-binary”?
Fortunately when I was a kid we were analogue:
A hot and windy August afternoon
Has the trees in constant motion
With a flash of silver leaves
As they’re rocking in the breeze
The boy lies in the grass with one blade
Stuck between his teeth
A vague sensation quickens
In his young and restless heart
And a bright and nameless vision
Has him longing to depart
You move me
You move me
With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies
You move me
You move me
Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights
You call me
You call me
The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs
Dances on the edge of his dream
And her voice rings in his ears
Like the music of the spheres
The boy lies in the grass, unmoving
Staring at the sky
His mother starts to call him
As a hawk goes soaring by
The boy pulls down his baseball cap
And covers up his eyes
You move me
You move me
With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies
You move me
You move me
Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights
You call me
You call me
Too many hands on my time
Too many feelings
Too many things on my mind
When I leave I don’t know
What I’m hoping to find and
When I leave I don’t know
What I’m leaving behind
When I leave I don’t know
What I’m hoping to find and
When I leave I don’t know
What I’m leaving behind
I tried the online dating thing a few times. It was bad, the women were single for obvious reasons and definitely weren’t interested in me. The final nail in the coffin was the “girl” turned out to be a tranny. Never again.
BTW, I was dating because my wife had died a couple years prior.
I don’t even know WHAT that thing was!
*puke*
and people wonder why the birth rate is dropping!
bump for later