WAKE UP AMERICA!!!
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Favorite story posts part 1
That last one
O dear god yesss
If I were in the Hunger Games I would use one of the parachutes and gift containers and put all kinds of poisonous berries in them and then climb trees and send them down to unsuspecting tributes. Oh, you thought you were getting a nice fruit salad? Think again. POISON.
You should volunteer as tribute, you evil genius
First, I have no qualms about fucking My girl when she is on her period.
I don’t because she prefers not to, for multiple reasons, primarily, you wouldn’t be all that interested in sex if you had the equivalent of a stomach ache from hell.
So what I tend to do, is man the fuck up, leave My dick in My pants, and I take care of My girl.
I make sure We have pain meds handy, as well as a good selection of movies, chocolate, and ice cream.
Then I cuddle the shit out of her for as long as she wants and go the fuck away when she wants to be left alone and come back and cuddle the shit out of her again when she wants Me back.
I don’t worry about how to have fun sexually. I worry instead about how to best take care of My partner.
lol he dropped that phone like he was in an infomercial
I’ve made a mistake
At the dawn of the 20th century, Connecticut decided to build a new asylum in the town of Preston, just down the river from Norwich. Dubbed Norwich State Hospital, the campus would expand to over 30 buildings at its peak, before deinstitutionalization closed it down. Perhaps the most fascinating structure on the campus was the Salmon building, one of the first constructed on the grounds in 1905. Salmon was a maximum-security forensic (not guilty by reason of insanity) & violent ward for male patients, with heavy iron bars built into the foot-thick brick walls; there would be no escape, with airlock-style doors throughout the hallways to ensure many layers of security. Pictured here are some of the secure doors at sunset - a typical patient room at left, and a seclusion room at right. Sadly, in 2012, the Salmon building was unceremoniously demolished along with Awl (the female equivalent), the Theatre, and the Powerhouse. Read more about the Salmon Building on my blog.