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Trump did it yet again, and this time references to the Enola Gay were removed from government websites for DEI reasons. For those who don't know, the Enola Gay was the aircraft that dropped the bomb over Hiroshima.
@carnold03 They are leagues apart. As far as Zegler's eyes are from each other.
@MentORPHEUS Why is it always the fat broke mid ones who have the most entitled 6'3 white chad or nothing attitudes x)
With such a discrepancy I'd push for open on my side.
Where do people go for some interesting long form written content? Every platform seems more conducive to bite sized comments.
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@spooky speaking of Saint Patrick's Day and leprechauns, it's time for me to continue a little tradition of mine (for anyone who wishes to relive the past occasions, just enter "+magashiv +leprechaun" into the site's search feature).
Anyway...
A young man of Irish descent decided to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day in Boston. He entered a bar to begin his festivities. 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 in a thick Irish brogue, "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! That's disgusting! 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 (sans pants) is going to town in the young man's ass.
"So what's yer name, lad?"
"Nnngh! It's @Victor!"
"And how old are ye, @Victor?"
"AAAAAAGH! 22!"
"Isn't 22 a bit old to be believing in leprechauns, @Victor?"
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