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The KKK Teacher Story made me angry.
The story itself sounds like it could be fake and posted on a different site but still.
The story itself sounds like it could be fake and posted on a different site but still.
Give me something lewd o3oWell, let's see what's in the pipeline on this grand, beautiful morning.
Well, let's see what's in the pipeline on this grand, beautiful morning.
Gonna go play some Pokemon. Hoping to read some juicy confessions when I'm back.Well, let's see what's in the pipeline on this grand, beautiful morning.
I sent you the first follow-up again just in case it got lost, so ignore that. This here is a new, 2nd follow-up, since one fellow gaffer requested it and I also felt like clarifying what happened afterwards. Here goes:
So I just saw my follow-up confession being posted and somebody wanted another follow-up since I announced I would go talk with the other girl that I got pregnant recently. I DID talk to her this past week to convince her of having my fiancee and me adopt her baby, but it turned out somewhat differently und unexpected. To that one poster that claimed I'm lying: I am not, this is very much my reality. Mind you, I never expected this fucked up situation myself.
Anyway, I called the girl and asked her to meet at my fiancee's house where we're living. She agreed and last Thursday was the day of the meeting. I guess she expected me to tell her something very different (I had problems getting out of her intimate hug), because when I made the proposition of adopting her baby, she got really furious. She threw insults at me, tried to punch me (ironically, just moments ago she had caringly asked where those wounds in my face came from) and eventually got up to leave. That's when she must have seen one of the many photographs around the house. She stood in place, staring at a certain picture and said "that's Jenny" (names changed).
As it turns out, she knew my fiancee. They had both attended the same university (my fiancee is a surgeon, this other girl is an anesthetist) years ago and were friends, but lost contact when they both went to different hospitals. Without pause, she turned to me and demanded that she'd meet with all of us, my fiance included.
That happened on the same day in the evening. Was extremely weird when they faced each other - happily screaming in joy, welcoming each other. Talking as if they'd never left each other's life. Instead of talking about the matter at hand, they both sat down in the living room and told each other about their lives of the past couple years. Typical girl talk, so to speak. Meanwhile, I was sitting in the armchair next to the couch where they were sitting and had to live through this hell of squeaking and giggling and whatever. Fortunately, they somehow mentioned the word 'baby' and the main topic was at hand. This is when weirdness reach critical mass.
Again, my (our's, so I thought) plan was to adopt her baby so that Jenny and me would treat it as our own along with the baby that's in the coming from my fiancee. When I brought up this plan again, the other girl (let's call her Amy) instantly started shouting like she did earlier. To my surprise, Jenny did so, too. I have no idea what's going on in her head, but she instantly said "no way we're treating Amy so poorly!" I have no idea how offering adoption to her, basically leaving her free from all and any responsibility, is "poor treatment" in any way. Yet, here comes my fiancee's plan: We have Jenny move in with us and live as a family of now three, then five. My reaction was very much "wtf" at this point.
What followed was some pseudo-reasoning from my fiancee's side, mixed with agreements from Jenny, who is single anyway and would love the idea to rekindle with her previously best friend. Things were going out of hand, so I tried to deflect the whole thing: "So what about sex, Jenny? Are you okay with me having sex with Amy, too? Or what's your plan?". She instantly replied that I'm a swine to even consider the idea, to which I answered that, even if I should okay the whole living-with-Amy plan, I would never be okay with her someday bringing in another guy. This is our home and it's not big enough for two couples. She stared at me violently then turned to Amy. I almost expected this one: Amy said she wouldn't want anyone but the father of her child. I couldn't help but laugh out loud in this moment and smirkingly tell my fiancee: "Ha, see! Now what?" I shouldn't have smiled, because she just looked me in the face and said "okay then". Ugh.
So, what's happening now is that the other pregnant girl, Amy, is going to move in with us starting December 1st. Since they're both working in hospitals, they'll make plans so their shifts don't overlap, making it possible for one of them to look after our children once they're born. I had told them that I wouldn't have become their exclusive babysitter, hurting my own studies, so at least that got sorted out. I have no idea if this will work out overall, though. To be honest, I expect my fiancee to lose it once we're all sharing the same bed. But that was her idea, so I won't interfere with that. On the plus side, I have now two girls that I got pregnant be mine at the same time. So in a way, karma rewarded my sincerity. Now waiting to see how life with two women is, haha.
This is gonna be the last confession of the night. The world is full of terrible people, and some of the worst of them are banal as fuck.
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If this is true:
You're a fucking monster.
If this is false:
You're a fucking racist.
This is the goddamn definition of a scumbag. I don't use the above reaction lightly. You are a fucking piece of shit scumbag.
This is literally the best twist in this thread. The Impregnation Fetish reaches critical mass.
The Impregnator III - The Phantom Passion
From one suave Fox... Two Shadows Were Born
WHAT. HOW. WHAT.
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WHAT. HOW. WHAT.
I'm not sure how to feel about this.This is literally the best twist in this thread. The Impregnation Fetish reaches critical mass.
The Impregnator III - The Phantom Passion
From one suave Fox... Two Shadows Were Born
WHAT. HOW. WHAT.
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This is literally the best twist in this thread. The Impregnation Fetish reaches critical mass.
The Impregnator III - The Phantom Passion
From one suave Fox... Two Shadows Were Born
WHAT. HOW. WHAT.
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What The Fuck!?
Impregnator, please come back next year and tell us how things went. This is beyond fucked up. I knew doctors were insane (i have a few in my family and not one of them is normal), but my brain is having a hard time coming to terms with this whole thing.
Well, congrats, you are now on a polyamorous relationship. Try for the threeway for christmas.
Impregnator guy is living in a sitcom. What the fuck.
Impregnator be like
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This is literally what Ross would be like in real life. He is a real-life Ross. I love it.
Pretending these are from some fucking troll on 4chan helps me sleep at night. You should try it.
I'm surprised people believe any of these "disturbing' confessions. They all sound fake to me. The disturbing ones are the incest ones, cause you know they ain't fake. Its rather unnerving how many peeps are into fucking family. -shivers-
That's an insult to Ross NTGYK. At least he waited 7 years before getting Rachel pregnant.
The Impregnation Fetish reaches critical mass.
The Impregnator III - The Phantom Passion
From one suave Fox... Two Shadows Were Born
WHAT. HOW. WHAT.
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The Impregnation Fetish reaches critical mass.
The Impregnator III - The Phantom Passion
From one suave Fox... Two Shadows Were Born
WHAT. HOW. WHAT.
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Yeah, this is fake...
This one probably isn't nearly as juicy as some of the ones we've seen so far, but it's something embarrassing that I feel like I need to get off my chest. If you don't want to read my whining, basically I'm a hopeless romantic, and it's ruining me.
I've never really been the type of guy to jump from girl to girl (I'm jealous of those who are sometimes) mostly because I don't want to waste my time and when I find someone I like, it's because I really like them. Because of this, I never dated anyone through high school outside of one or two small things that never went anywhere. Then, this semester at college, I met someone. Everything went so well at first, and I really thought I had a shot. I'd seen pictures of her last boyfriend, and at the risk of sounding mean, she seemed way out of his league (I know people don't like that term, but it's the only way to describe it). We did lunch a while back, she tried to set up a second one, she was flirty and texting me every day, but then it all kind of slowed down. She's still super friendly in class, she still texts me occasionally, but nothing like it used to be.
Then the other day, I decided I needed to know what was going on. I'd asked her to lunch and she'd acted weird, so I asked if something was up. She told me that she was in therapy trying to sort some stuff out, and that she didn't want to screw me over by making promises she can't keep because she knows I really like her. That was when I realized that this thing probably isn't going to happen between us, and I should get used to just being friends.
Problem is, because of the way I am with these things, I've already gotten super attached to this girl. I know it probably sounds fucking creepy, and that's not how it is at all, but I just can't bring myself to go "get over it, it's done". And even little things send me into a tailspin now. I get on FB and see that she changed her profile picture to this absolutely gorgeous picture of her, and I get this twinge in my chest. I thought it was just my head fucking with me, but I scroll down more and see that she liked this guy at our school's picture (obviously, because he's jacked and was wearing a tanktop in it), and I feel it again. I know that means nothing, but it bothers me, and the fact that it bothers me bothers me. So now, every time I see her face or see her interacting with someone that I think she's into, or just anything that reminds me of this situation, I get this feeling in my chest. It's almost like butterflies in your stomach, but higher and shittier. I know it's probably not healthy, and it's really embarassing, but I can't stop it.
It also doesn't help that I have tons of other shit going on right now like;
- My father has ALS and I have to help take care of him, which is stressfull. This is going to sound terrible, but sometimes I just wish he'd pass away so I could move on with my life. It's been 8 years, this has been close to half my life, and I'm tired of it.
- I'm dealing with anxiety right now and am on medication for it.
- I'm secretly trying to move out of my house and on campus even though I only live 10 minutes from my school because I just can't live at home anymore.
I'm fucking miserable, with my life, and this girl is sending me over the edge. And I can't say any of these things to anyone, because I'll come off as some creepy, leering weirdo. So I sit here and think and think and think about her, about all this shit, and wait for the day to end so I can wake up and do it tomorrow.
What The Fuck!?
Impregnator, please come back next year and tell us how things went. .
This is gonna be the last confession of the night. The world is full of terrible people, and some of the worst of them are banal as fuck.
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If this is true:
You're a fucking monster.
If this is false:
You're a fucking racist.
This is the goddamn definition of a scumbag. I don't use the above reaction lightly. You are a fucking piece of shit scumbag.
My father has ALS and I have to help take care of him, which is stressfull. This is going to sound terrible, but sometimes I just wish he'd pass away so I could move on with my life. It's been 8 years, this has been close to half my life, and I'm tired of it.
Hopeless romanticism, the bane of the modern man:
I can appreciate and understand your situation. And it really, really blows. You and I both know you need to move on. Have you tried dating other people? Asking other people out? You and her both know that as things stand, they aren't gonna work out. There is someone out there for you, and maybe it's not this girl. You gotta make your peace with that and find that other girl. You're still in Uni, right? You got a lot of time. Don't let her get into your head, even subconsciously. Trust me, bro. I been there.
As for the other stuff... it sucks, it really does. I'm sorry about your dad. Your feelings are understandable. I've met people in similar situations who felt the same. It's human. I hope things can work out for you. Just remember, all of this, in the entirety of your life, will be a fleeting chapter. Keep grinding, and you'll get past it.
Block on Facebook or at least hide her updates. Don't seek them out. It isn't helping anything to see pictures of her all the time.Hopeless romanticism, the bane of the modern man:
This is gonna be the last confession of the night. The world is full of terrible people, and some of the worst of them are banal as fuck.
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If this is true:
You're a fucking monster.
If this is false:
You're a fucking racist.
This is the goddamn definition of a scumbag. I don't use the above reaction lightly. You are a fucking piece of shit scumbag.
Hopeless romanticism, the bane of the modern man:
I can appreciate and understand your situation. And it really, really blows. You and I both know you need to move on. Have you tried dating other people? Asking other people out? You and her both know that as things stand, they aren't gonna work out. There is someone out there for you, and maybe it's not this girl. You gotta make your peace with that and find that other girl. You're still in Uni, right? You got a lot of time. Don't let her get into your head, even subconsciously. Trust me, bro. I been there.
As for the other stuff... it sucks, it really does. I'm sorry about your dad. Your feelings are understandable. I've met people in similar situations who felt the same. It's human. I hope things can work out for you. Just remember, all of this, in the entirety of your life, will be a fleeting chapter. Keep grinding, and you'll get past it.
This is gonna be the last confession of the night. The world is full of terrible people, and some of the worst of them are banal as fuck.
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If this is true:
You're a fucking monster.
If this is false:
You're a fucking racist.
This is the goddamn definition of a scumbag. I don't use the above reaction lightly. You are a fucking piece of shit scumbag.
The Impregnation Fetish reaches critical mass.
The Impregnator III - The Phantom Passion
From one suave Fox... Two Shadows Were Born
WHAT. HOW. WHAT.
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IF this is true, and I sincerely pray that it isn't, then you're a terrible, terrible person. You say you're ashamed of what you've done but show no signs of wanting to change because "old habits die hard"? Bullshit, you don't want to change because you don't want to. You know you're being an asshole and just figure "Oh well, guess I'll just keep doing it". You can change all of this, yet you say you can't. And you're a teacher? Why in the fuck would you take a job you know full well involves being around kids of all races and backgrounds? Why the fuck would you (potentially, let's hope T is all good now) ruin a kids life because he was a different race than the one you, for whatever absurd reason, thought was in danger???? Teachers are supposed to help guide students to reach their potential, not be fuckwits and screw them over because of some backwards ass beliefs.![]()
If this is true:
You're a fucking monster.
If this is false:
You're a fucking racist.
This is the goddamn definition of a scumbag. I don't use the above reaction lightly. You are a fucking piece of shit scumbag.
You know what, you are all crazy. You seem more uncomfortable than not with this so at least you're not getting your ideal situation. What you did was still disgusting but I guess you just happened to have it end around two equally crazy people so whatever.The Impregnation Fetish reaches critical mass.
The Impregnator III - The Phantom Passion
From one suave Fox... Two Shadows Were Born
I'm not sure how to feel about this.
I'm also pretty sure I read this same hentai somewhere >.>
I'm actually embarrassed for even typing this out, but maybe I can gain some semblance of hope from the replies in the thread.
Me and my ex wife were together for 5 years, and dated for two. We had our ups and downs like any other couple. In the beginning, there were things that I did that she did not like. I would forget to do things here and there, and I was not vocal in expressing my feelings. I am also a very calm person at most times. I was even a little passive aggressive, as I kept my anger inside. A few years ago I was in school, but I was fucking up by playing video games and such, and I lied to her about what grades I made. She found out and we had a big argument.
Enter her friend. My ex wife and her female friend I will call June had been friends since childhood. We even joined the church that she was at. They were really close and they were always together. I started to see signs that something was up with them. They would occasionally glance at each other and other shit like that. It was around this time that we started to drift apart physically. We didn't have sex that often, mainly because I felt that while her body was here, her mind was not. My suspicions were revealed to be true when I found my ex wife and her female friend behind a shopping center in a car with the windows fogged up. I should have ended it there, but like an idiot I tried to work it out. Around this time I found out she was fucking with my barber as well. She had his name under a different alias in her phone. At this church we attended, we also had a couple, a male and female I will call Roger and April, we used to hang out with. All of a sudden things became weird there as well, and we stopped attending.
Fast forward to this year. My divorce has just finalized. Out of nowhere I get a call from my ex wife's friend Jun, under the guise that she was feeling really remorseful and wanted to right her wrongs. She is now in a couple with April. April and Roger are getting a divorce. I guess June was using me to get to my ex wife. I indulged her. I found out that her and my wife had been having sex regularly since my marriage. Not only that, but that my ex wife had a threesome with the couple Roger and April that we attended church with. My jaw dropped. I asked for proof, which I should have not. June sent me pictures of my ex wife and her. Shit damned near killed me. Moving on has been difficult because I loved her but was never unfaithful. I did lie about things here and there and play video games a lot. Now I can't even pick a game up. When I think about it, she was probably doing me a favor by divorcing me. Mind you these people I used to laugh and hang out with, all betrayed me. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.gif
The Impregnation Fetish reaches critical mass.
The Impregnator III - The Phantom Passion
From one suave Fox... Two Shadows Were Born
WHAT. HOW. WHAT.
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