XXX: As they say, I’ll just leave it here. In one cafeteria he saw a dish called "Eggs "Ashot".

The rapist / the rapist

Here someone has already written about personal luck against the backdrop of local horrors. There were no sperm toxicities. So we two: in the era of my student and post-student youth (the late '90s) as much as I was in my company, the refusal to have sex was always a refusal. No = No is. Only those who had sex and breathed unevenly with one another on a sober head. And so – they drank, laughed, walked, swept bikes, sang songs... Where did so many fools come from now?

The question is, have lesbians never raped anyone? Or is it not a rape? Let’s share the pain...

I myself am a 100kg combat lesbian, the daughter of a pyodorus. Believe me, this is not so clear...

Women’s feet say a lot: if they are on your shoulders, she likes you.
I want my feet on my shoulders.
by : :
Western Siberia, early 70s, students "on potatoes".
There is a group of students (at night, near the club before dancing). A lovely rural girl passes by.
What a foot! I would have such legs on my shoulders.
I will suck you in the mouth until you get sick.

The counting
Help me find a good book.
In it, the main heroine was blind, but she did not know about it, as she saw the world around her with the eyes of other people.
And showed her that her acquaintance, setting up a situation in which there was no one in the radius of 100-150 meters.

to sleep.
Without sleep, a person dies within a week or two.

There is.
Without food, a person dies in a month or two.

to drink.
Without drinking, a person dies in 3-7 days.

and sex.
Without sex, a person dies in 50-100 years.

The Conclusion?

Interestingly, these are the same anons that the girl did not want to meet with them on the street, but shattered, like from the plague - and they were all angry with them, unfriendly, then they say that the raped were self-guilty, that they generally dared to get into the man's eyes and immediately ran away? Have you not noticed the rules yet? And there’s nothing to feed, I mean, I mean, I don’t think of anything like that—when in one of ten absolutely identical glasses of water there is actually poison, and in what one it is, it’s unrealistic to understand, then it won’t become a drink of either, no matter how clean and innocent the other nine are.

He worked in a well-known cell phone company. I will explain in advance that all calls are recorded and I have no right to put the phone myself. Well here...

I am called by a subordinate character, on my standard question, how to treat him, this bad person said "the master".. The whole office roared when I asked the “master” what his problem was. Do not do that =)

The late evening. I wait for the bus at the stop. Next to me is a woman with a 5-year-old child about what they are talking about. And then the child suddenly, almost shouting, says, “Mom, we live in chaos! In the chaos! ! to ! to “Oh, oh, I and his mother were equally shaken. But she decided to ask again.

What does it mean to “live in chaos”?

Chaos is a house in English.

Not that I'd be afraid of children speaking English, but then it was really not in its own right.

He talked about youth and rape:

I worked on an erotic model. There girls and striptease showed, and all kinds of toys were carried into intimate places. The admines and other technicians were guys. So they didn’t stumble at us, but shut their eyes. If it was necessary to focus, then the cognac was repaired, because the fist in the lens is a major stress. And even if possible, they taught the girls themselves to set up everything, only to go to them less often. When they learned that I understood a little in the Encyclopedia, they quickly taught everything they could, transferred to local aid, and dropped away. I still remember how they cried to me about the unbearably tough working conditions. And you talk about what terrible types, who are either necrophils or psychics, fuck anything of the female sex, even if it is not even clear if there is a pulse. These people are walking in the streets...

If the boy fucked the girl, it is the opposite. She is in itself a saint, and he is an animal, a rapist, and so on. What fucking thing? Again "we are all equal, but women are more equal".

not so. The active side is guilty, and the passive is protected (which received damage in the form of psychotrauma, ruptures of insufficiently moisturized mucous membrane, STDs, pregnancy in large combinations). If a drunk guy girl overwhelmed a member with a socks, played, and he had a pimichotrauma, tissue necrosis went and all that - then she will also be planted, don't hesitate. Just women rape men about a thousand times less likely than the opposite, here are cases and not in hearing.

The same principle applies to the driver. If a drunk runs on a pedestrian, he is guilty as an active side. If a drunk pedestrian fell on the hood of a car standing on the lighthouse, melted him and angrily removed the bumper - the pedestrian is to blame as the active side.

A therapist in 5 courses.

Colleagues, if you drink a day of hot drinks equivalent to 100 grams of pure alcohol, then you will be guaranteed to be protected from heart attacks and strokes. But here you have to choose: death from a heart attack is fast, and from cirrhosis is slow and painful. The theme of the lecture is “Labour Disease”.

Purely hypothetically, if the perpetrators of violence are drunk, may even pour some ugliness into a glass, then bind and not, not rape, but feed with delicacies such as live cockroaches, multi-footers and sewage content, and also take this on the camera and put it on the net, will these personalities continue to claim that violent actions do not break the psyche, and what happened to them is the norm from which normal people get pleasure?

I had a acquaintance who was publicly attached to all the ladies and understood "no", only if "no" was accompanied by a blow in the mouth. After that followed an anecdotal "what did you not say right away!"

All this devil’s advocacy is changing clothes when it comes to their own daughters.
Then they will begin to scream that their posts were only informative.

In general, I was released very early from work, even before lunch, I go home happy with thoughts about the fact that my wife is at work, my child is with my mother, and I have a full half of the working day alone, and I will be able to sit for my pleasure, watch the series, let on the meat of monsters and raise my character a couple of levels. The beauty!

I approach the house, and at our entrance is Peter’s wife’s friend sitting.

Hi, where are you from here? O. O

Q: Yes, I told Anna that I would come, I confused the dates, the phone sat down, I sat down, I waited for you.

I: Well you’re lucky that I’m early today, let’s go.

He took her suitcase, went up to the apartment, greeted the neighbor, laid her a couch (he was driving at night), splashed himself at the computer. After 40 minutes, I hear a convulsive knock of the key in the door, only the door is not in any way. Well I got tired, went, opened, and there was a wife. The face is rough, the eyes in a wet place and silent. A terrible spectacle, I will tell you. Even worse, when you know that your wife is dissatisfied, and is dissatisfied with you, and you do not understand why. I was saved by her friend, who fell asleep from the living room into the corridor, and greeted and went to the bathroom, scratching the pop. Something came to my wife, her face smoothed, she hugged me and apologized.

Now the essence. A neighbor sees me at home earlier than usual with some girl, smiled gently, greeted her, and then immediately rushed to call my wife on the phone, painting out how I almost put her in my hands into the apartment, beating for the brides! The wife, of course, is almost hysterical, and she, even without asking the boss, crashes home. The end is known.

I do not like my neighbors.

I present another real story from my clinical practice.



1st Liaison

A 35-year-old woman was admitted to the hospital with psychogenic paralysis of the lower limbs (dissociative motor disorder).

I was raised by my mother, there was no father. For a mother - the only, beloved child, protected from any work. She doesn’t remember ever cleaning or cooking food – everything was done by her mom. At the age of 20 she married, gave birth to two children. Mother lived with them and continued to carry on all the household duties: cooked for the whole family, laundered, dealt with grandchildren, led them through kindergartens and circles.

4 of mes. The mother died suddenly, and the patient faced the need to do everything herself. The husband comes from work - requires to eat, the children also ask for food, they need to work with them, drive one to the kindergarten, another - to school, etc. According to the woman, her life "turned into a nightmare." She lived so for a few months, then her legs were taken away, she stopped walking. It was not a conscious pretending, a simulation. This was done.



2nd unsuccessful treatment

We were lying there for six months. And so she was treated, and so, even hypnosis tried. All without meaning. Any hints that her symptoms are a run into illness, an attempt to escape from a difficult life situation, caused a woman to misunderstand and resent. She said: I am not a simulant, I try to cope with it! But my feet refuse to listen to me.



Three disconnected

One day came the news that the husband of the patient has survived a stroke, is in resuscitation. The children remained alone. I was worried: how can I tell her about it? Expected a stormy reaction, seizure, intensification of symptoms.

When she heard what had happened, she stood up and went. and silence. It was released the same day.

I don’t see the difference, yes. Because she is not fucking. It doesn’t matter how actively you’re going to whip your ass in the process – if you didn’t want to give to this particular Negritos soberly, and he drank you and snatched you up – it’s violence. All the point. Until all the heroes bring this simple truth to themselves, I will consider you a dangerous cattle, a wholesale of all.

T is. If I came to the club and I don't like any girl, but after a bottle of vodka the situation changes radically, in the morning I wake up in company with a crocodile - then this crocodile, it turns out, raped me??? to

You have already raped your entire brain with your rape! Please join us on an anonymous rape forum!!! to

My daughter grows up as a troll.
It is a pity that my grandmother has died. She would teach you to bite.
I: I am able to.
D: No, Mom, I mean delicious snacks!