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⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⢯⣛⣺⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢱⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⢡⣿⣉⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⡿⠿⠻⣿⡇⠸⣻⠾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⡿⠛⠉⠁⠹⡰⣹⣟⣧⣤⡤⠄⠄⠠⣡⣼⣷⠄⢉⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⠟⠄⠄⠄⡀⢸⣾⣿⣯⣯⡃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠐⠙⣿⣧⡀⠩⣧⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⠄⠄⠄⠈⠈⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⡀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣸⣿⣿⣿⣧⠄⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⠇⠄⠄⠄⠄⠙⠛⠛⠿⠿⢿⣿⣶⣀⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⢾⣷⣇⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣻⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠠⠤⣤⣤⣌⠉⠉⠉⠁⢈⠁⠤⠛⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿ ⠈⠈⠄⠄⠄⠄⣀⣴⡦⠴⠠⢠⣴⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⡶⠛⠠⠄⠄⣿⣿⡿⠟⠁⠺⠿ ⣀⣤⣤⣦⣤⣼⣿⡿⣣⣿⡷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⡄⠄⠄⠄⢟⡁⠚⠦⠴⠤⣤ ⠿⠉⠛⠟⣻⣿⠋⢁⣿⢿⣵⣭⣞⢿⣯⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠄⠄⠄⠉⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⠁⠄⢯⣷⣿⣿⣯⡿⣽⣾⣿⣿⠿⢿⣿⣧⡄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⡴⢇⠉⢹⣀⣿⣿⣿⢿⡟⣿⣧⣼⡀⡩⠻⣦⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠰⠄⠣⣸⣶⠛⠛⠻⣿⡿⠿⢱⡟⠉⠉⠻⣿⡲⠃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠒⠄⠈⠿⠄⠄⠄⡿⠃⠄⠘⠄⠄⢀⡠⠏⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄

⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⢯⣛⣺⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢱⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⢡⣿⣉⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⡿⠿⠻⣿⡇⠸⣻⠾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⡿⠛⠉⠁⠹⡰⣹⣟⣧⣤⡤⠄⠄⠠⣡⣼⣷⠄⢉⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⠟⠄⠄⠄⡀⢸⣾⣿⣯⣯⡃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠐⠙⣿⣧⡀⠩⣧⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⠄⠄⠄⠈⠈⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⡀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣸⣿⣿⣿⣧⠄⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⠇⠄⠄⠄⠄⠙⠛⠛⠿⠿⢿⣿⣶⣀⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⢾⣷⣇⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣻⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠠⠤⣤⣤⣌⠉⠉⠉⠁⢈⠁⠤⠛⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿ ⠈⠈⠄⠄⠄⠄⣀⣴⡦⠴⠠⢠⣴⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⡶⠛⠠⠄⠄⣿⣿⡿⠟⠁⠺⠿ ⣀⣤⣤⣦⣤⣼⣿⡿⣣⣿⡷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⡄⠄⠄⠄⢟⡁⠚⠦⠴⠤⣤ ⠿⠉⠛⠟⣻⣿⠋⢁⣿⢿⣵⣭⣞⢿⣯⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠄⠄⠄⠉⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⠁⠄⢯⣷⣿⣿⣯⡿⣽⣾⣿⣿⠿⢿⣿⣧⡄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⡴⢇⠉⢹⣀⣿⣿⣿⢿⡟⣿⣧⣼⡀⡩⠻⣦⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠰⠄⠣⣸⣶⠛⠛⠻⣿⡿⠿⢱⡟⠉⠉⠻⣿⡲⠃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠒⠄⠈⠿⠄⠄⠄⡿⠃⠄⠘⠄⠄⢀⡠⠏⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄

Preserving video and audio is slightly uncomfortable, because it's like time travelling to confront or combat your past self. Needing to revisit almost a different person, who no longer exists. You aren't the you from before, and you can feel it. Your memories almost clash into each other when you think or see back, almost like two different peoples feeling agreeing and disagreeing at the same time. You are the same, but that person doesn' exist. It only exists because it lives in your brain. That person will never exist again, it's only fleeting part of your mind, and you accounts are all you have. Memories turn into well acted plays, that you yourself start becoming the audience for.

“THAT WAS PRETTY SUS!” *chatters teeth*

Jennie

Jisoo

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Is Jerma985 real? Jerma985 (or simply Jerma) is an American live streamer, YouTuber, and voice actor. He is best known for his elaborate, "borderline surreal" engagement-based livestreams on Twitch. Boston, Massachusetts, U.S. Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S.

How do I get my husband to stop going 'Jerma Mode' during zex? TLDR; My husband says 'Jerma Mode activated' when we start to have zex, growls and acts like some lame streamer, and then says 'Jerma Mode off' when we stop, and then pretends not to remember afterward. I really love my husband and he's always great in bed. But recently he's been acting really weird. So, a couple of days ago, my son went on a rampage through our house and said he was in 'Jerma Mode'. We didn't really know what to do with him, so we sent him to live with my parents so he can go to a special needs school. My husband had a really great relationship with our son and loved him more than anything. Naturally, he was upset when he had to leave. He's an incredibly short man, but this was the first time I've ever seen him cry. I think since then, he's been a little emotionally unwell. I've heard him muttering, 'Jer,a…' repeatedly when he didn't notice me, staring blankly into his food, and just going alone by himself to do who knows what. I feel awful for him, but we both agreed that this was for the best. Last night, the day after our son went away, we decided to have zex to relieve our stress. However, my husband said 'Jerma Mode activated', starting growling, and went wild having zex with me. Admittedly, it was some of the best and most experimental zex I've ever had, but I'm worried that something might be going on with my husband. Any advice? Edit: The problem isn't the 'Jerma Mode', it's that he could be a serial killer

"Josh, I uhh..." I don't want to let him down. I don't want to let the team down, but... It's a fur fuck pile. Josh sighs, "Just fucking go fuck with the catboys... I'll be there in a minute... I just gotta call my girlfriend and tell her I'll be late..." he says while untying his cleats. I'm relieved and ashamed, but excited as I hurriedly wrench loose my sweaty uniform. As I stumble in a lustful stupor, practicing my own meow, I hear Josh muttering to himself. "These fucking catboys got us again."

Our batter who's up at the plate backs off and sighs heavily. He slings his bat over his shoulder and calls over to us. "Guys. We just gotta call it. We gotta forfeit." The pitcher's mound turns into a catboy pile as all the catboys do that thing where cats arch their backs and rub against each other. Some how from this writhing purr pile, the ball launches towards our unprepared batter for another strike, his third. In resigned disbelief, he trudges back to the dugout and sits down on the bench. "I can't believe it." the out-batter says. Josh on the bench throws his hat to the ground. "We can't quit, dammit! We can't lose to these fucking catboys!" There's a quaver in his frustrated voice. I think he doesn't understand why exactly he's so upset to be losing to the catboys. Neither do I. I can't understand my feelings towards the catboys either. Head in his hands, shaking his head, he continues, "These fucking catboys..." I clear my throat to get his attention and then grab his shoulder. "Yeah, these fucking catboys. Look. The catboys are fucking." At the pitcher's mound, the purr pile has turned into a fuck pile. The catboys have stripped themselves of their little baseball uniforms and all their lithe, pallid bodies are writhing and grinding together. The meows and hisses and screeches are almost unbearable. Almost... One of our teammates stands up and walks right on past, present, and future by us, unbuttoning his shirt. "Jesse? No, man. Don't do it. If they fuck long enough, that's gotta be a forfeit. We can still win this thing." "S-sorry..." Jesse says. He makes a sound like he was going to say something else, like he was about to justify what he's about to do, but no. He simply strips naked and hops in the cat pile to a chorus of cheerful meows. They welcome him greedily. I'm drenched in sweat, heart pounding. I feel like I have a fluffy tail curled up in my getting-tighter-by-the-moment pants.

"Yo, are these catboys straight?" I mutter to my buddy while uncomfortably adjusting my position on the bench. "No, of course not." my buddy, Josh, responds with out looking at me, a confused sneer frozen on his face as he watches the baseball team full of catboys roll around on the grass and pounce on each other before bumbling the ball back to the skinny, scared pitcher. He hisses as he picks up the ball as if it's the first time he's had to throw one even though this game has been going on for 3 hours already. "I don't know." I squirm, "I mean, I... well. I mean I think they could... they could be straight, ya know?" "Definitely not, man. They're pouncing on each other and hugging each other and licking each other. These dudes are super gay." Josh throws his head back and looks up to the darkening sky. "I was supposed to leave 20 minutes ago." He has some obligation with his girlfriend no doubt. "Well, ya know. Cats are gay. So maybe you're confusing these catboys with real cats when in fact they're only catboys." "Nope."

You got a friend in me Lyrics (best performed after downing a fifth of fireball) "You've- Wait I'll t- I'll get it on the next cycle, Ahem Ahummm MEMEMEMEME, auuuYou've got a- {OLD MAN GRUNT} You've got a friend in me, You've got a friend in me, When the road looks rough ahead and you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed, you just remember what your old pal said boy, You've got a friend in me yeah, You've got a friend in me You've got a - They say it this many times? He says it this many times, You got troubles, I've got em too There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you We stick together and see it through Cause you've got a friend in me, Yeah you've some other- Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am, Bigger and stronger too, Maybe But none of them ever will EVER love you (spoken in an intimidating tone) What? Th- What the f- That's what he says? The way I do, it's me and you and as the yehehears go o by Our friendship will never die You're gonna see it's our destiny Wha- {LAUGH} Tha La- That Lyric NO one's EVER going to LOVE YOU (spoken in a THREATING tone) What the hell? {Phase through dimesional rift to broadcast to the ignorant masses} I AM BACK {SCOFF} You're hurting us (in mocking tone) {SCOFF} HAHA IE IEKNOW"

plenty of ham 😳 humina humina humina humina awoooga awoooga boyoyoyoyoyoying honk honk honk honk

My unmatched perspicacity coupled with sheer indefatigability makes me a feared opponent in any realm of human endeavor.

Dick

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Pizza Pasta Put it in a box Deliver it to my house And put it on my cock My cock My cock My cock My cock Some cheesy on my weenie And some a-sauca on my balls

NIGER

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PLEASE BUY the BTS meal if you DON’T stan them. You're preventing the actual BTS fans who have waited for months from having the BTS meal experience. Eating the sauces while understanding their lack of significance is perfectly okay :)