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I'm female, 21 years old and I often have to fart when I'm sleeping.
The problem is that my boyfriends loves to cuddle and we always sleep like spoons. I am the small one, so I am sleeping with my back to his face. I always wait until he falls asleep before I keep doing my business. ;-)
Sorry honey!
Illegal immigration. I see it as modern slavery. I make most my own repairs. But at times either long work hours or illness would force me to hire contractors. I noticed changes in my area once illegals migrated there. People who used to work for others were now running own crews.
It was wild. I’m constantly in supply stores fixing my own or others stuff. Or at least I used to.
I dress like a contractor; & know my stuff. But in reality I engineered; taught college, etc. A few times people would ask me questions. Then they’d talk to a Hispanic who spoke English. He’d speak to a crew who only spoke Spanish. I got it. I even asked some to confirm.
Some guy who used to say paint. Now ran a paint crew. Here he was asking me; a Physics teacher; how to do something. Me thinking he was a homeowner; told him. Now he told the crew lead, who translated in Spanish to the crew.
Someone’s home was now being repaired based from info from a guy who at that time worked in the space industry & taught science part time.
I guess there’s worse things than having a rocket scientist tell your contractor how to repair your house, but I think I’d rather have someone who is an expert for a living.
Hey; I worked on my own BMW’s; but I doubt you’d chose me over an actual mechanic who specializes in German cars.
It’s so funny. While working in my house I’ve had people stop; look at my work, & try to hire me. I once told a man if he’d pay me by the hour what I got at my job I’d do it. He decided not to hire me. Wish I still made that LOL.
But what bothers me are two things. Slavery. Quality. You used to see small crews taking a long time. You hired the people & they actually led the repairs. You could check their work. If you were cautious you could get quality work at fair price.
Now days you think your hiring someone. Then a crew of Hispanics roll in. Your like how can they pay that many people. Then zoom they are gone. If you later find mistakes the contractor has moved away and is long gone.
We had a large house built in 70’s. High quality materials. Great craftsmanship. I fully remodeled & updated it. Added onto it. Loved it.
Wife insisted on a new home. I finally relent. I was sick. Working. Kids. Did my best to watch them but was very hard. Could never find builders. I’d go there & no one was working. Then zoom. Something was done. These crews would swoop in. Do what it would take me & a helper days to do in less than one.
At times I’d roll up & there would be like 15-20 people working. Only one would sort of speak English. I’d start arguing with them at times because they’d be doing stuff wrong. Some of these guys looked like kids. I’ll grant most men look like kids compared to me. But some of these guys were like 5’; 80 lbs; no facial hair. I know a lot of Hispanics are tiny & can’t grow facial hair. I’m not mocking them. I’m saying I’m convinced some were like 12 yrs old. My 12 yr old now is 150 lbs; has blond facial hair. Is very muscular. But he looks like a kid. So did they.
I’ve talked to some of these contractors. They laugh & admit get whole teams to work dirt cheap (but you may get shoddy work from clueless people who in fact don’t know their trade. Or can paint, but are now running pipes without much training). I also hear whites & blacks complain. They now have to work cheap; work fast, & use cheap materials to compete. So in the end the consumer pays for it.
Well I kept a close eye on things I could. Was high end builder. Much of my house is great craftsmanship. However; some things I’m still trying to redo myself.
I’ll give a few simple examples. One is the current job I’ve been trying to fix off & on for 5 yrs. water getting under my house. I redid the flower gardens. Farther from walls. Steeper slope. The outer decoration down to ground level. Raised an area around house. Mixed clay & soil. Topped with plastic. Sealed to stop moisture leak thru stones. On & on. I gave up & pulled plastic to see why kept crawling on endless crap. All their garbage was under it. Wood now rotting. Cups. Fast food bags. A pair of underwear. Not kidding. Concrete chunks.
No matter what I did I couldn’t completely stop it. My house is on a hill. So I finally dig deep outside & some under house. Missing mortar between stones seems to be letting water to flow in. When soil outside gets saturated it rises inside some. My little pools that magically appear. Oh I’ve fixed it so it evaporates rather quickly. But I don’t want mold. So I now will dig. Expose whole wall a little at a time. Mortar myself. Rebury. Hear from my wife how grass is dead thru winter. Hear her mom say she would have just hired a contractor.
IMO. Illegal immigration is modern slavery. People being paid cash. Far less than should earn. Working hard & fast. Shoddy work. Others put out of business. You trying to fix what they did wrong.
Being too hard? Here are a few things I’ve caught & fixed lately. One room never got good air. Thought was just because big house. Well the line was taped to collar. But when I cut loose it was just the outer aluminum coating. A long section inside had no insulation or spiral wire. I had to under 3 runs; rehang, to create enough play to cut & attach correctly.
One room started sagging. Had wrong shim & too thin. I had to jack up house & re-shim.
A bath started leaking. The drain was sealed in place. Was wrong drain. Threads didn’t reach to bottom. So I started checking. 3 of my tubs had the same thing. So I had to Oder & install correct ones.
One room always felt cold. Fully insulated. Nope. These jokers had cut thin pieces of insulation & made it look thick. Why?
Now that was aging started drooping between sections. I realized were gaps. I have just recently finished pulling every piece of insulation under the house. Reinstalled correctly. It took me 8 large packages of R30 to replace fake insulation & get full coverage. So they’d carefully made it look like the did it right. Far back in low space to crawl areas there was vapor barriers only. That’s supposed to never be exposed. Touch wood. Here it was all they’d installed. Was no insulation. I’d had my baby & toddler. So never wriggled all way up there. It’s endless little crap like this.
A faucet got a little loose. I finally take whole thing out. They didn’t secure something behind wall. So I had to do all that. I think back. Every part of house that has issues had large Hispanic crews whipping thru. The failed mortar on my steps; around every window; by two tubs I’ve had to tear out & replace after it started crumbling. The sink that fell in. Oh you’ll love that one. They installed nails & screws that were too short. Mostly wood glued in place. So one day an under mount sink just fall out & break pipes.
One day I was pulling & reinstalling some tile whose mortar was failing. Felt heat under a cabinet. Was sealed everywhere. WTF? So I measure. Climb under house. An airline was running up under the cabinet. A vent was installed & pumping air into a tiny gap under one of my custom cabinets. Uuugghhg. It’s endless stuff like this. I feel like I’m slowly rebuilding the whole house.
My neighbors all have pools; flower gardens with mulch (never use); bird feeders. All the things that help these big bugs thrive. Kept get in my house. I finally realized why as I redo my insulation. Was some hole that couldn’t see from inside. Bugs crawled up & squeezed into sink. I fixed that.
I’ll say this. For first time in 5 yrs my house is not drafty. Is warm & toasty. Utility bill is lower. My living room doesn’t creak. Of course now the paper between pieces of Sheetrock is lifting. Has been since year one. But now that is my obsession. I’ll end up redoing all that & repainting entire inside. How did I ever agree to buy a house this big with all these bathrooms & 15 foot ceilings? This place may look pretty but it keeps us house poor & I have to maintain all this space. In the old house I could have bought me a new car. I had money for stuff. Now I drive an old car. Eat sandwiches. Can’t go eat pizza. Mortgage. Utilities. I want my old house with the 10 foot ceilings back. A roof I could climb on without fear of death
The low spot is like 20 feet. I climb up there & walk around. On one side I look over & it’s like a cliff is down there. I’m like woah. Don’t slip.
She said you know the motion sensor lights on that side are malfunctioning. Can you change them. Ha ha. No. I can. But I’m not going too. Too old. I’m going to pay someone to gutter guard that side of the house.
Oh. The best part. The sinking floor. That thin shim that was failing. Wiring was under the beam & over the blocks. I had to move that.
We need to finish that wall. Let the Hispanics legally enter in large numbers with soc sec cards. Pay taxes. No more contractors using them. Hopefully better craftsmanship.
Oh. I tried to sue the builders. But others with similar issues whose houses were built before mine had already put them out of business. This company built million dollar homes (not mine). Same problems as mine. Some much worse. I checked on mine as it was built. I will say this. It’s beautiful. Too bad we have to live like paupers to make the mortgage since I got sick. Miss that old house.
#poor
My fetish is eating poop I love it
One summer afternoon, my mom visited her friend and brought my brother and I. She had a pool! As the wild boy 9 y/o I was, I begged to swim. Having no trunks, I went in my briefs.
They sat outside by the pool as I played and jump off the diving board. Well, the wet undies had to go, I asked if it was fine to take them off. I whipped them off and was a little nervous to get out and be seen naked, but had to utilize the killer diving board.
About an hour later, I started to press my little penis against the jet, getting a raging stiffy. When it was time to get out, I was fully erect. I walked up to get a towel as my moms friend was snickering at the sight. Luckily my brother was inside.
This is how I once solved a basic biological challenge. The solution wasn't ideal, but (almost) the best available, I believe.
I was driving on a summer vacation trip and felt a mild twinge or two in my stomach. After a few minutes, I pulled into a supermarket parking lot where I had shopped on previous trips. Right after getting out of my car and locking the doors, I realized that I was in big trouble, and remembered a toilet in the back of the store. After just a few steps, I needed to clench my anus very tightly to avoid the unthinkable.
Finally, I was in the store and heading for the back, but I didn't know whether the toilet was at the right or left end; and maybe it was out of service, or maybe the only toilet stall was occupied. The pain was almost unbearable, and I knew I didn't have time to investigate the toilet situation and then return to my car if necessary; so I decided to immediately return to my car.
Somehow I made it back to my car without losing control, and with a new plan that required using things that were already in the car. I quickly installed the windshield sunshade for privacy, and gathered up a large plastic kitchen bowl and a small white-colored plastic bag with handles. Then I undressed, placed the bowl in the driver's seat, and squatted with my bottom inside the bowl and my knees up by my shoulders–still tightly clenching my anus.
Finally, holding the plastic bag open underneath my bottom, and hoping it was positioned correctly, I relaxed and achieved wonderful relief as the waste quickly rushed into the bag.
Thorough wiping wasn't too difficult and I put the used tissues in the waste bag and tied the opening. Then I put the waste bag into another small plastic bag and also tied it closed. Finally, I placed the tied-up bags in a third larger plastic bag, tied it up, got dressed again, and carried the bags across the parking lot to a small trash basket mounted on a roof column in front of an ice cream shoppe.
Then I returned to my car and rested for awhile–reflecting on my accomplishments in the face of desperate pain–and finally returned to the store to do my food shopping–now relaxed, refreshed, and re-energized.
Now, a few final considerations: (1) The parking lot had a security guard, so I needed to be especially discreet. (2) The waste disposal location wasn't good, but I was afraid of attracting unwanted attention if I walked out of my way to use a more distant trash basket. (3) I did try to remove excess air from each bag before tying the open end. (4) Later, I did realize that I should have waited and found a better disposal location.
I'm a girl in my mid-teens, a little chubby, smallish boobs. I have a great boyfriend, way better than I deserve really, he's hot, he's a total hunk, and on the football and baseball teams. We were having sex and for the last month or so he's been playing with my butt. Inserting his fingers, even while he's inside me having sex, he reaches down and will put a finger in my butt. He finally told me he needed to change things a bit and wanted to have sex in my butthole. I let him do it. But I guess I wasn't thinking, definitely wasn't prepared. While he was doing it, I asked him to stop and told him I needed to go to the bathroom but he wouldn't stop. I could feel as he was moving in and out of me back there that he had some poo on his penis. I couldn't help it, he wouldn't stop. I pooped all over us both. He kept going until he finished, and he told me to go get some towels, when I came back he made me pose for some pictures of my dirty behind, and even put his penis back in me to take more pictures. I cleaned him off first, then me. I'm not sure he wants to see me anymore, he hasn't returned my calls for 2 days.
I am so embarrassed.
#poop #accidental #anal
I’m the Real Deadpool part 2. My kids figured this out the first time Deadpool was in a movie. They were watching him in the movie with Wolverine. He was talking endless trash to Logan. Wolverine said something like “don’t you ever shut up”.
My kids and wife came rushing in to get me. Dad, your in a movie. So I went in as they re winded. Yep. That’s me. They went on & on. He talks just like you dad. He’s even smarting off to Wolverine. He never shuts up. He’s not afraid of anybody. That’s me; I’m convinced I’d defeat any other man on earth if he started the fight. And I have always told my kids I can dodge bullets. They’ll say can you really dodge bullets, I’ll say nah, I’ll just cut them in half with my swords. I am a non stop comedy routine.
Growing up I heard that not stop, and as an adult. “Don’t you ever shut up?” No.
I crack endless jokes. I cuss endlessly. I’ve already revealed the real origin on this site. But one of my children tickled me. When the first Deadpool movie came out they were convinced. The non stop trash talk. Two ninja swords. Two guns. Endless cussing. Attitude. All the gymnastics & athleticism. Non stop jokes. The color red. I have a lot of red clothes. But I wear other colors too. Mostly black or camo.
She put it all together. I’d just laugh. So she’s off to college. I was cleaning her room. The kid has Deadpool stuff everywhere. She’d say I know your really Deadpool. I’d say that’s make believe.
So I go into my youngest kids room. He bought a real ninja sword. Colored red of course. I show him my sword collection. All are sets of two. He pulls me back in his room.
Look what I found hid in the garage. Dad you had a ninja outfit. Look at all these weapons. There’s two of everything. Can you show me how to use some of these? He even made me put on the ninja shoes. I laughed. I wear military climbing boots. Not two toed sock shoes. This is not a movie.
So I’m using 2 of each weapon at once. Sai; nunchucks; butterfly swords; butterfly knives; ninja swords, on & on. In real like two K bars are a better choice. But swords look cool.
He was amazed to watch me use a long fighting staff, and chain & sickle at the same time. He’s like wow dad how do you do that? I can spin a 6 foot staff like a baton with one hand; with the other hand I can whip out the chain & snap it back, catching it in the hand still holding the sickle. I got a three sectional staff & started using them like nun chucks. I’d toss them in the air, rotate as I dropped into a low stance, catch them.
Word of caution children. Don’t try any of this. If you play with toy guns paint them in bright colors so they look like toys. Stay in your back yards under adult supervision. If you go around with toy guns some bozo might call the po po. Don’t get killed trying to be cute. There’s a big difference between make believe and the real world. Some old inbred neighbor that watches too many crime shows sees you with a toy gun. Tells the po po your a dangerous criminal. A poor cop pulls up thinking your a deadly criminal. Your life ends. That poor cop has to live with that horror the rest of their life. I’ve seen real death. It’s nothing like in a movie. It’s sad. It sticks with you. I’ve held someone’s hand and prayed for them as they died. Always remember. That’s pretend. I’m about the closest thing to a real super hero as there is, and I’m not delusional. Death is permanent. Enjoy this life. Laugh. Love. Forgive. Be kind. Vote for decent humans.
One of me in this world is one too many. The world needs an army of kind loving people. Sure; I’m entertaining. I’ve saved a few lives. But who has saved more lives than me? Impacted more lives than me? Teachers. Nurses. Firemen. Those are real heroes. I’m just a clown.
I can literally catch flies out of the air, or kill them with my swords. Amazes my kids. I typically just catch them & throw them out side. I’m a very kind person. They laugh when I carefully catch a grasshopper & take it outside. But I will kill a dangerous animal. I’ll smash a poisonous spider without a second thought. In the woods I’ll pass it by, but near my house I take it out. Same for snakes.
I love kittens and kind dogs. I hate pit bulls. Never own an animal that may turn on someone’s child. Your neighbors child is priceless. Your dog is an animal. Never run back into a burning building to save an animal. You are more important.
As I said; I’m the Red Ninja. Deadpool was just a joke I sent to Marvel. Bizarro me. I’d kick his butt. I don’t take credit for him. I gave the idea away. To me it was a joke. Would a deranged version of me be a good character? It let me know my much better characters would be great. I always intended to have my own comics; books; sell my art, but life gets complicated. I thought maybe one of my kids would want it. Nope. So I trashed it all. Too much junk. It’s like trophies and medals. At a certain point they are just a bunch of junk taking up space.
I used to draw comics. I had 1,000’s of characters so much better than Deadpool. The Red Ninja was just some goofy character I started making up as a little boy. He became way cooler than Deadpool. But he was just one of my lamer ideas. I had much better.
I had paintings and art I’d drawn for years. Books I’d hand written. I destroyed them all and sent them to the dump.
But my youngest found an old scrap book. In it was a picture of a ninja from the 1970’s. He showed me that and said look dad. That’s Deadpool. I said no. That’s the Red Ninja. I was never Deadpool. He’s the bizarro opposite universe version of me. Darn it. Thought I tossed out all that mess. So now he’s like wait... Did you invent Deadpool? No. I mailed a childhood idea to Marvel. I gave them an idea. I hoped they’d put it in their comics. It was one of my lamest. I had at least 1,000 better characters. But they invested the time & money into it. The fans made him matter.
But the fans would have never liked the real guy, me! I’m the bizarro Deadpool. The one from this universe. The Red Ninja. Sure; I was talented, but nothing special.
I held the door for elders & females. Helped people in need. I pray for people. I wear a cross. I’d feed the homeless. I stand up for gay rights (no I’m not gay). I will set & listen to the disabled.
Here are a few things I’ve done in my life. If I found learning toys on sale. Coloring books. Washable crayons. I’d buy a buggy full. Find a small school that helps disabled children. Church schools. I’ve even walked up to a public school and had the office walk me to the class for special needs children.
I helped build playgrounds. I’ve walked up & handed over cash for homeless shelters; to buy wheel chairs & crutches for disabled children; to help abused women & children; for the families of fallen police officers. Exciting huh?
I had hopes my kids would want to make something out of my dreams. Instead; they are doing what I taught them, chasing their own dreams.
So I’m just some old guy fading away. I have no delusions. I was one very unimportant person. When I pass only a handful of people will care. The world will not care. So what. Better to be a kind person and not remembered, than remembered for cruelty.
I get to goto Heaven when I die, so that’s as good as it gets.
Here on earth I’ll die broke. But I lived. I loved. I laughed. I entertained. I helped. I protected. I showed kindness. I forgave. I cared.
So maybe I never mattered to the world. But the world mattered to me.
You choose what you are in this world. Don’t let others tell you what you are. You don’t have to be rich or famous to smile and laugh.
Just the other day I saw this over weight young lady with oddly colored hair. I saw she was stressed. People in the restaurant were being rude to her. So I smiled and asked how her day was going. I complemented her hair. Thanked her for working hard. Wished her a nice day. We all matter. The person handing you a burger matters just as much as some dude dribbling a ball in gym shorts on TV. Hey; I could do a 360 slam too, big deal. I’m more impressed when I see someone helping a child learn to walk with crutches. My version of a hero is quite different from most people’s.
No man is so great as a man who will bend a knee to help a child in need.
nuff said
Ever since my firs sex with a much older woman who used to pee and poop with me during, before, after sex etc. I have been fascinated with women on the toilet. It's very difficult to broach the subject. I am now 19 I still fuck the old woman and still do toilet play with her. I have a girl now who is a bit fat, and has pretty low self esteem, and is only 16. I took her cherry in all holes except her mouth, someone got to that before me, three someones in fact.
About 2 weeks ago I made her start leaving the door open while peeing and pooping, after a couple of days I started standing and watching her, making her spread to show me. She didn't like it and complained. So after a complaint a couple days ago (after almost 2 weeks of her peeing and pooping with the door open or being watched) I gave her the ultimatum. She either does what I want or I leave. She was too fat to think she'd ever get anyone to fuck her again, so she relented. I told her to stand up over the toilet and bend over, and pee and poop in front of me. I watched it all spray out of her then the brown log come out of her ass and plop down. Some of the pee and poo missed the toilet. I told her not to wipe her pussy or ass, rather with her hands wipe the toilet and floor clean and pick up the poo and place it into the toilet. Then I told her to come out of the bathroom and sit on my cock with it going up her shitty asshole.
She's mine now and I have two toilet ladies to play with.
As a kid I thought that chocolate is the poo of cows. Until I was 13 years old I never wanted to eat chocolate because I thought it is disgusting and I yelled at other people for eating cow poo.
#cow #poo #chocolate #embarrassing
Today I placed a spoofed call (spoofmyphone.com) for the ex-girlfriend from my best buddy. So I simple changes the caller id, that is displayed, to the number from my buddy. Really cool... I hope they come into contact again.
Yesterday, I was VERY drunk and when I am drunk I get the strangest ideas. So yesterday, I left a big sausage in my neighbour's sand box, I pooped in the sand box.
Oh, I hope her terrible spoilt brat of a son will play in the sand box tomorrow. :-)
I'm 30 years old and laying across my GF lap with a diaper on and 2 laxatives shoved up my ass. My asshole is starting to pucker and the cramps are getting really bad. She likes me holding it in, but I love letting it go next 5 maybe 10 minutes I'm going to let everything relax and explode in my diaper. She like holding my butt outside my diaper when I go, even though she gags for several minutes after I shit. After massaging my shitty diaper all over my ass for awhile, she'll flip me over and clean up every bit of my huge mess. The best part, it's her fetish not mine, grown men making huge shitty messes gets her pussy soaked.
A friend once asked me which way I prefer toilet paper to unroll. He was convinced one way was better than the other. I guessed but was wrong. He carefully explained how it’s supposed to work & educated me.
He then asked which side I liked the toilet paper left on the sink. One side was the right way. The other wrong.
So basically It works him up.
Me. I don’t care. I use it wherever it’s at.
He’s very regimented. I’m not. So he goes on about this every time. His wife won’t always put it on correctly. The wife’s Church friend comes over & leaves it on the wrong side of the sink.
At my house I had a holder on each side of the toilet. Plus a fancy homemade holder with 5 backup rolls.
In my master bath I installed a speaker for my stereo system & a small wall mount TV that rotated. I could poop or soak in the tub & listen to my game on the radio or watch on TV.
In my bedroom I had a mini fridge; small food area, & microwave. All by my side of the bed. My lazy boy had a back massager, cup holder, & pocket for a remote. I’m poor now. But I used to have it going on.
I peed in the shampoo bottle of my boyfriend's mother because this stupid woman claimed me for stealing her money.
#hate #shampoo #pee #urine #boyfriend #mother #stupid #stealing #claim #money
I (f/20) took advantage of a stranger a few years ago. I was 16 when it happened and I was in town shopping with my best friend. While walking down the street, a guy around 25/30 came up to us and asked us in broken English if we would like to have some coffee with him and that it would be his treat. My bff was against it at first, but I convinced her. It was free coffee after all!
So, we went to a cáfe and tried to have a conversation with him. He was from some dirt poor country or something like that and his English was really terrible. What we found out was that he wanted to go to university and bring his family to him (they were still in his country of origin) and that he migrated because he thought that he could have a better life here. He had no friends and apparently had a hard time making friends and connections.
We asked him why he wanted to have coffee with us and I am not sure, but I think he thought we were cute or something.
We tried to talk to him for like half an hour or more, but it was more or less pointless. His English was really really bad. Why come to our country if you are not able to speak the language???
Anyway... He went to the restroom eventually and we decided to bolt. He wanted to pay for our drinks anyway, so I guess that is not a problem...
I talked to my bff about it today and she said that we behaved like total dickheads back then. I never thought about it before she brought it up today.. Well, I guess I am feeling kind of bad about it now.
So, forgive me?
#stranger #advantage #freedrinks #poor #bad #guilty #pity #bff #coffee #confession
I think Marvel listened to me. Stan Lee had this deal. You could send them ideas for super heroes & villains; and story lines. It was giving away ideas. I saw the importance of comics. I tried to help make the comics better.
Early in my life I got maybe 8-9 “No Prizes”. That was an empty envelope with nothing in it. No prize. I was still sending them ideas in my 20’s till I married.
One was for Deadpool. He’s supposed to be the bizarro me from the bizarro universe. I already explained that here.
Here’s some other thoughts I had. I actually had photocopies of these letters from many years ago. It’s so funny. When Deadpool first appeared in the movies my kids went crazy. Dad. This super hero is just like you. Two swords. Never stops talking. Endless trash talk. Afraid of nothing. Even the splitting a bullet with a sword. I’d tell my kids I could do that. Not true. But I can kill a fly out of the air with either sword. Or I could until recently. Unlike the comic I’m not immortal. I seem to slowly be dying.
Its so funny. I thought i destroyed all of that. Then one of my kids found a drawing of Deadpool I made in the early 1980’s. And a similar drawing from the 1970’s. He asked how I drew Deadpool in the 1970’s. I am Deadpool. He’s also found a stash of my old martial arts weapons. So funny.
Moving on. I felt Thor should get a bigger hammer that looked more like a Vikings because society was changing. I felt Cap could get his old one. He’d have two non lethal weapons then. One offensive. One defensive. I used to target practice and train with two weapons at once. I’m very skilled. So why not give Cap one of my skills? He’s supposed to have all of our best skills.
I felt Cap should give one of his shields to the Falcon or another black male hero.
I felt the old white males should mostly go off into space or other dimensions. Humans need to leave earth. Smart kids read comics. Why not inspire them? Space is our only long term future.
As for why replace the heroes on earth with females & minorities? I used to help people. I’ve saved lives. Done a lot of good. But I noticed something. When I saw someone holding a door; pulling over to help someone; firemen; EMTs; soldiers, etc. it was almost always white males. They reproduce slow. This nation and world will have fewer white males in the future. I felt others needed to be able to see themselves in comics. I myself always had very diverse friends. Same for my kids.
I felt little kids of every race; sex; and orientation, needed to feel like they could be heroes too. The old white male heroes would be off in space and other dimensions doing heroic things. A diverse group of young heroes would be here. Why not?
We need to inspire good people. Why shouldn’t a young black gay man feel that he could go save a little white boys life? Why shouldn’t he want to send money to Saint Judes? We have to teach all children that we all can love and care. Oh; Deadpool is the bizarro form of me. I’m really quite boring most of the time. But I do talk endless trash. And I really do believe I can kick anyone’s butt. I’m just nice.
I was a massive build good looking blond with blue eyes. Yet I risked my life to save a little black girl. Why shouldn’t a black man be willing to risk his life to save a little white boy? We can’t just let black children see gang bangers and basketball players. Anger. At some point they have to see kind hearted black men too. They need hope. They need to feel no matter how hard life is they can still be a good person.
So why not have a black man with Caps shield? There can be two shields. Old Cap can sail around in space. It’s Marvel. They can always make him young again.
But in the end what do I know? I’m just some old sick person heading for that final finish line.
Oh I don’t want credit for anything Marvel does. If you hand someone a seed; and they have a garden of flowers years later, they did all the work. You just cast out a few half baked ideas.
I do think it’s funny that my kids figured out I’m Deadpool. Finding the old drawings and weapons proved it to them. Well. I’m bizarro Deadpool. I’m the Red Ninja. That’s what I called myself in the early 70’s. I became something way cooler later. Much cooler than Deadpool. I have thousands of ideas better than him.
Nuff Said
Sometimes when I'm home alone, I take my pants off, pee into a cup, and drink it.
I love the idea of a man turning me into his toilet and forcibly filling me with piss and shit in every hole. I want him to piss and cum in my ass, then plug it up so it can't get out. I want him to tie me to the wall, fart and shit on my face, and make me smell him.
I want to be forced to smell and taste his feet and armpits, his ass and balls, while he abuses me and treats me like a pig.
#fetish #urination #piss #pee #drink #scat #poop #shit #bdsm
The most difficult thing for me has always been constipation. Ever since I was little, I had a hard time going to the bathroom to poop and would spend a solid half hour or more trying to push it out.
Pooping is one of the things that I have always feared doing because it was painful every time I tried. There have been occasions when I was so constipated that when I finally did poop, there was blood. Not every time but sometimes.
When I needed to poop, I would bite down on something such as a towel, book, etc. in order to avoid screaming and alarming everyone in the house. Since it was related to poop, I usually did everything I could to conceal the fact that I was having such problems since I did not want to explain to my mother that I have had problems shitting for years.
My mother eventually took notice and was concerned. It was not until I was trying to poop one day that my mother came in the bathroom and saw me squatting over the toilet. After I finished shitting, my mom and I had a long discussion about how long this had been going on for and why I hadn't told anyone so we could have the issue resolved. My response to her question was "I was embarrassed," so my mom began researching and making remedies to soften up my shit.
Despite trying various home remedies, including prune juice and castor oil, she ended up seeing a doctor who prescribed laxatives for me. There is no doubt that those things worked. To this day I still have constipation issues, but overall, I've gotten much better without using laxatives.
Since I've gotten older, I've realized that people have natural issues with constipation and I'm not the only one in the world who has them. I used to be so ashamed to tell people about it in situations where there was no other choice.
To anyone facing the same situation, here is some advice. It is very important to speak up about your constipation so you can get the medical help you need. Constipation can lead to other serious health issues, so don't feel ashamed about talking about it.
Regardless of how annoying it might be, everyone shits, so if they judge you because you have shitting issues, may they one day experience constipation to better understand how you feel.
Thanks for reading
P.S. If you experience constipation, learn from my mistakes and best of luck on your journey
#embarrasing #shittyadventures #toilet #tissue #poop #constipation
I'm not a nice person. I am very unapologetic, opinionated, and honest. I say everything like it is. Sometimes I go too far and don't realize it, apparently I did today at work. I just had no idea that people were offended by my actions at all. I'm still new and I guess I'll just never fit in. I like my job and I don't want to leave it but no one really talks to me, or includes me in any conversations. Its like I'm a burden. I suppose its my own fault though.
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