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With roughly 5 minutes left of Saint Patrick's Day, I'm ignoring all other conversations to continue a dot reds tradition which is also part of the dot red bylaws and shit. I'll get back to other stuff some other time.
the leprechaun joke!
It was Saint Patrick's Day in Boston. A young man of Irish descent entered a bar to celebrate. He saw a little dude in a green suit sitting at the bar drinking.
"Nah, can't be." he thought to himself.
He sat down next to the little guy and started drinking. After an hour or two, the young man couldn't stand it any longer.
"I can't believe I'm asking this, but are you a leprechaun?"
The midget in the green suit replied, "sure n' begorrah, I be a leprechaun."
The youth grabbed the little guy by the shoulder. "Well I just caught ya! Do I get your pot of gold?"
"Nay, laddie, 'tis no pot of gold, but t'ree wishes. But thar be a catch: ye have to let me fuck ye in the arse."
"No way! I'm not gay!"
"Think aboot it, laddie! It's t'ree wishes! And they can be for anyt'ing!! Ain't that worth aboot 20 minutes of pain?"
The youngster finished his beer. "Fuck it. I know the manager, and he'll let us use one of the store rooms upstairs. Let's do this. I want my three wishes!"
A few minutes later, they're in that room, and the little man in the green suit is pounding away on the young man's ass.
"So what's yer name, lad?"
"Nnngh! Michael!"
"And how old are ye, Michael?"
"AAAAAAGH! 23!"
"Isn't 23 a little old to be believing in leprechauns, Michael?"
Read More@Stigma there is not even 1 green flag for high IQ, OK maybe 1, dyslexia.
Fucking hell,
This episode is only for women
@Typo-MAGAshiv for sure it is not ideal, but with pending fall or fail of UK's NHS, got to have some options.
Spray (questions) and pray
Begining to revert back to an incel trying to revert back to self improvement isn't enough. I feel frustrated and annoyed and kind of depressed now. I work out 3-4 times a day eat right dress right do cold approaches yet I fail. I can't find what's wrong. I do want to be that hot guy who gets his dms filled with chicks hitting on him but all I feel is dead. One thing I have learnt is you can never be a finished product you are always changing and evolving but these chicks want a finished product it's so hard tryna bang or get into an ltr as a guy in gen z I genuinely believe I should start paying for a hooker and if I really want children just marry a chick from the third world. I am making most of which the cards which I'm dealt with but don't seem to be enough. Warm approaches for me are a rare occurance.
Read More@deeplydisturbed keep blowing off the dot red bylaws and shit with your shenanigans and see what happens.
What happens?
Vcards happens.
@Vermillion-Rx Actually, copilot just had a fit of retardation.
I asked for a handsome, smooth looking cat on a fridge magnet, thinking to next add "The red pill made me what I am" and it somehow have me Carnold's dog turned into a cat with the red pill it refused to put on before as a bonus.
@Vermillion-Rx I eventually managed to trick it into producing this for me.
It is not what I wanted but I think it might make an antidote to all the smooth looking AI dog pictures that go around.
