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Which is what you pay here in the UK according to their website.
🍽️ حلال LagoonaBlue / Harriet Louise Connor / BendyRuler / erapony / HazzaScottish / Hazza Jermface / erajermface / imeverypony - Big titty, fat trollshielding brony with Jontron, Rick, and karate fetishes, disgusting nymphomaniac bunny boiler and child hater
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Which is what you pay here in the UK according to their website.
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- 4 Lis 2016
I wonder how much she spends on build a bear compared to Chris's Legos ?
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- 12 Wrz 2018
It seems like a lot of adult spergs end up permanently angry at one or both parents, but if they do move to any kind of outside care, they end up just as assmad at the staff. IMO some kind of care home is probably better for everybody in the long run, so the familial relationships aren't (quite as) ruined.
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- 7 Mar 2016
There's about $350 in that photo.
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I went through her deviantart a little more, so here's some choice content:
Pulling the old "showing off a new dress, actually showing off tits" pose.
Description under it: "No, I am not trying to smear or slander anyone. I am merely trying to get myself out of turmoil. I know this is fairly catty of me doing this, but I honestly need to save myself because I am literally afraid that one day I may hurt someone, or I may end up in more emotional turmoil than I was in previously.
Had to cut some people's names and facebook icons out of this for security purposes.
NO, this is not edited, this is a screenshot of a conversation my boyfriend took on his iPhone."
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I can't really make sense of this but perhaps someone here can/maybe its something mildly amusing (probably not bc autism).
Pulling the old "showing off a new dress, actually showing off tits" pose.
Description under it: "No, I am not trying to smear or slander anyone. I am merely trying to get myself out of turmoil. I know this is fairly catty of me doing this, but I honestly need to save myself because I am literally afraid that one day I may hurt someone, or I may end up in more emotional turmoil than I was in previously.
Had to cut some people's names and facebook icons out of this for security purposes.
NO, this is not edited, this is a screenshot of a conversation my boyfriend took on his iPhone."
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I can't really make sense of this but perhaps someone here can/maybe its something mildly amusing (probably not bc autism).
When David Cameron sat down to work that day, the last thing he expected was a massive pile of paperwork to sort through. The papers had been dumped on his desk that morning by a grinning Nick Clegg, who’d hung around long enough to witness his superior become immensely frustrated with the mammoth task ahead of him.
“Bloody paperwork. Looks like I’ll never see the bottom of it,” growled David, leafing through the assorted documents he had been left as Nick Clegg tiptoed out of the room, a smug grin on his face. Nick enjoyed watching his beloved Prime Minster get angry. It made him immensely aroused, and he wasn’t quite sure why. As soon as he exited the office, he looked down at his crotch and sighed angrily.
“Come on Clegg, pull yourself together,” he muttered to himself, grimacing at the slight bulge in his slacks. “You really can’t go on like this.”
He leaned against the wall and ran the palm of his hand against his slowly stiffening member and whimpered. When the hell had he started to fancy the Prime Minister? He had never thought he was gay until he met David. Until then, he’d been happy in the company of ladies. David was different though, nothing like a lady. He didn’t have a vagina and boobies, obviously, but he had something far better – intelligence. He was so demonic in his ways of thinking; almost Hitler-esque, in fact. Nick was a stickler for a smart person, be it male, female or other. He didn’t care. Even if an anthropomorphic brain came walking towards the guy and started smooth talking him, he would drag the poor thing into an alleyway and have delicious intercourse with it. He leaned against the wall and sighed loudly, running a hand through his hair.
His thoughts were interrupted by a frustrated sounding David Cameron yelling at him to get back into his office. Clegg did as he was told – he didn’t like disobeying the Prime Minister’s orders. If he did, sometimes he would be punished, and he didn’t like that. He liked being good for David, as it often got him rewards like a free meal or a pint of beer. Clegg loved food and booze, but the one thing he loved more than both of those things combined was David himself. To him, David was a perfect specimen of a man. As he sauntered into the office and took his usual place in front of the PM’s desk, he was greeted by a smirking David, who was sat, hunched over his desk, his chin resting on his hand.
“Nick, I need to ask you something,” said David, licking his pale lips.
“W-what is it, sir?” questioned Nick, nervously.
“I’ve been thinking. Thinking about you. In a sexual manner. I know, it’s disturbing, but I’m bored and have never experimented sexually before. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while, but have never found a man who’d be willing to go through with it. Because of your position, you’d be the perfect candidate.”
Nick bit his lip. Was this really happening? Was his dream man finally taking an interest in him?
“So, what were you wanting to ask me sir?” inquired Nick, twiddling his thumbs and staring nervously at the other man.
“I was wondering if you would have intercourse with me, Nick.”
Nick’s face spread into a wide grin, and he lunged forward and hugged David.
“Of course I would, sir!” screamed Nick Clegg, squashing poor David tightly in his arms. David responded to this by shushing his friend with a gentle kiss on the lips.
“Are you ready, my little Cleggy-Wegg?” he whispered in between kisses.
Nick nodded, and reached forward to undo his superior’s shirt. Pulling it off, he ran his hands against the other man’s chest, caressing it gently and grinning smugly. David followed suit by removing the deputy’s shirt, stroking his nipples lovingly. This was much more fun that he had imagined. He reached down and unfastened the other man’s trousers, revealing a pair of pale blue boxer briefs. He carefully slid those down Nick’s slender thighs, letting his erection spring forth. Upon viewing this marvellous length, he smirked, licking his lips. He wasn’t 100% sure he wanted to go through with this, but there was no backing out now.
“Let’s do this shit,” said David with a smile, before kneeling down and taking his deputy’s cock in his hands.
Nick was about to answer with a “Yes sir”, but he was cut short by David Cameron taking his member in his hands and slowly groping it. Instead, he let out a loud whimper, which both shocked and amused David.
“Mmf, Davey, please,” whined Nick, stroking the PM’s hair as he bobbed his head up and down against his man meat. “Don’t stop!”
David continued fellating his friend, sighing as he went. He reached up and gave the man’s balls a squeeze, which elicited a soft cry of pain from Nick. David didn’t stop to check if he was alright – he just carried on bobbing against his friend’s privates.
His efforts were cut short by his dear friend violently ejaculating into his mouth with a loud scream. David swallowed every last drop of his friend’s cum, pulling faces as he did so. He didn’t like the taste of it – it tasted funny compared to vaginal fluids, but he’d put himself up to the challenge of having sex with a man so he had to swallow Nick’s sperm regardless of taste. Nick sat on David’s desk, his bare arse cheeks parting slightly to let out a small fart which rattled on the wooden table. David looked at the other man and grimaced, before removing his own trousers and underpants. His large cock was immensely stiff, and it leapt out of his pants like an excited child.
“Cleggy, get off the desk please!” bellowed David as he ran a hand over his dick. Clegg did as he was told, hauling himself off the desk and standing in front of the beautiful man that had just fellated him.
“Good boy. Now bend over, arse in the air.”
Again, Nick did as he was told, bending over the PM’s desk, his buttocks spread wide and ready for the taking. David grabbed one of his friend’s butt cheeks and gave it a little squeeze, grinning all the while.
“This may hurt a little bit, Cleggy-weggy, but I know you’ll be able to handle it. You’re a powerful, strong man, with nice, firm buttocks. You can do this. WE can do this.”
“I’d do anything for you, sir,” replied Nick. “Please, fuck me already. I need you Davey!”
David spat on the palms of his hands and rubbed up and down his length. Slowly and carefully, he inserted his erection into his partner’s anus, gripping Nick’s pale shoulders as he did so. Nick screamed out in agony, but David was a little bit oblivious to this fact. He thrust against his friend’s rear end, gripping hold of him so tightly he left marks in his shoulders.
“Oh god, Davey!” moaned Nick Clegg, gripping the desk and biting his lip. “More! Harder!”
“Oh Cleggy-wegg,” he cried out, thrusting deeper into his partner’s anus. Nick responded to David’s erratic thrusting by slamming his buttocks backwards into the other man’s crotch, eliciting a pained groan which made him all the more horny.
“Davey,” squealed Nick, gripping the edge of the desk. “Please just touch me already”.
David reached a trembling hand round and began to tug on Mr Clegg’s cock, his own still shoving into the other man’s arse. Why the hell was he enjoying this as much as he was? He wasn’t gay at all. He had a wife and kids for crying out loud. If his kids found out about their father’s exploits with his friend, they would most likely be bullied and teased about it at school. David was too caught up in bumfucking Nick Clegg to actually give a shit about his beloved family though. Here he was, bumming the Deputy Prime Minister and tossing him off at the same time. It was glorious. So glorious, in fact, that he felt close to orgasm. By the sounds of things, so did Nick.
“Oh shit Dave, I’m going to cum!” screamed Nick, digging his nails into the desk and gritting his teeth as he jizzed all over David’s hand. David pulled his cum-soaked hand away and placed it on the deputy’s shoulder. David gave one final thrust before spilling his load inside his friend, then collapsing against him and kissing his soft back.
“That was fucking epic, Cleggy-wegg,” sighed David, slowly easing his way out of his friend’s anus. “Really epic.”
“Thanks Davey,” said Nick, smiling. He’d really enjoyed what himself and his friend had got up to.
“D’you fancy a pint?”
“Of course I would, Davey. Of course I would.”
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Written for a uni friend apparently, her mom also apparently knows about this.. masterpiece.
“Bloody paperwork. Looks like I’ll never see the bottom of it,” growled David, leafing through the assorted documents he had been left as Nick Clegg tiptoed out of the room, a smug grin on his face. Nick enjoyed watching his beloved Prime Minster get angry. It made him immensely aroused, and he wasn’t quite sure why. As soon as he exited the office, he looked down at his crotch and sighed angrily.
“Come on Clegg, pull yourself together,” he muttered to himself, grimacing at the slight bulge in his slacks. “You really can’t go on like this.”
He leaned against the wall and ran the palm of his hand against his slowly stiffening member and whimpered. When the hell had he started to fancy the Prime Minister? He had never thought he was gay until he met David. Until then, he’d been happy in the company of ladies. David was different though, nothing like a lady. He didn’t have a vagina and boobies, obviously, but he had something far better – intelligence. He was so demonic in his ways of thinking; almost Hitler-esque, in fact. Nick was a stickler for a smart person, be it male, female or other. He didn’t care. Even if an anthropomorphic brain came walking towards the guy and started smooth talking him, he would drag the poor thing into an alleyway and have delicious intercourse with it. He leaned against the wall and sighed loudly, running a hand through his hair.
His thoughts were interrupted by a frustrated sounding David Cameron yelling at him to get back into his office. Clegg did as he was told – he didn’t like disobeying the Prime Minister’s orders. If he did, sometimes he would be punished, and he didn’t like that. He liked being good for David, as it often got him rewards like a free meal or a pint of beer. Clegg loved food and booze, but the one thing he loved more than both of those things combined was David himself. To him, David was a perfect specimen of a man. As he sauntered into the office and took his usual place in front of the PM’s desk, he was greeted by a smirking David, who was sat, hunched over his desk, his chin resting on his hand.
“Nick, I need to ask you something,” said David, licking his pale lips.
“W-what is it, sir?” questioned Nick, nervously.
“I’ve been thinking. Thinking about you. In a sexual manner. I know, it’s disturbing, but I’m bored and have never experimented sexually before. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while, but have never found a man who’d be willing to go through with it. Because of your position, you’d be the perfect candidate.”
Nick bit his lip. Was this really happening? Was his dream man finally taking an interest in him?
“So, what were you wanting to ask me sir?” inquired Nick, twiddling his thumbs and staring nervously at the other man.
“I was wondering if you would have intercourse with me, Nick.”
Nick’s face spread into a wide grin, and he lunged forward and hugged David.
“Of course I would, sir!” screamed Nick Clegg, squashing poor David tightly in his arms. David responded to this by shushing his friend with a gentle kiss on the lips.
“Are you ready, my little Cleggy-Wegg?” he whispered in between kisses.
Nick nodded, and reached forward to undo his superior’s shirt. Pulling it off, he ran his hands against the other man’s chest, caressing it gently and grinning smugly. David followed suit by removing the deputy’s shirt, stroking his nipples lovingly. This was much more fun that he had imagined. He reached down and unfastened the other man’s trousers, revealing a pair of pale blue boxer briefs. He carefully slid those down Nick’s slender thighs, letting his erection spring forth. Upon viewing this marvellous length, he smirked, licking his lips. He wasn’t 100% sure he wanted to go through with this, but there was no backing out now.
“Let’s do this shit,” said David with a smile, before kneeling down and taking his deputy’s cock in his hands.
Nick was about to answer with a “Yes sir”, but he was cut short by David Cameron taking his member in his hands and slowly groping it. Instead, he let out a loud whimper, which both shocked and amused David.
“Mmf, Davey, please,” whined Nick, stroking the PM’s hair as he bobbed his head up and down against his man meat. “Don’t stop!”
David continued fellating his friend, sighing as he went. He reached up and gave the man’s balls a squeeze, which elicited a soft cry of pain from Nick. David didn’t stop to check if he was alright – he just carried on bobbing against his friend’s privates.
His efforts were cut short by his dear friend violently ejaculating into his mouth with a loud scream. David swallowed every last drop of his friend’s cum, pulling faces as he did so. He didn’t like the taste of it – it tasted funny compared to vaginal fluids, but he’d put himself up to the challenge of having sex with a man so he had to swallow Nick’s sperm regardless of taste. Nick sat on David’s desk, his bare arse cheeks parting slightly to let out a small fart which rattled on the wooden table. David looked at the other man and grimaced, before removing his own trousers and underpants. His large cock was immensely stiff, and it leapt out of his pants like an excited child.
“Cleggy, get off the desk please!” bellowed David as he ran a hand over his dick. Clegg did as he was told, hauling himself off the desk and standing in front of the beautiful man that had just fellated him.
“Good boy. Now bend over, arse in the air.”
Again, Nick did as he was told, bending over the PM’s desk, his buttocks spread wide and ready for the taking. David grabbed one of his friend’s butt cheeks and gave it a little squeeze, grinning all the while.
“This may hurt a little bit, Cleggy-weggy, but I know you’ll be able to handle it. You’re a powerful, strong man, with nice, firm buttocks. You can do this. WE can do this.”
“I’d do anything for you, sir,” replied Nick. “Please, fuck me already. I need you Davey!”
David spat on the palms of his hands and rubbed up and down his length. Slowly and carefully, he inserted his erection into his partner’s anus, gripping Nick’s pale shoulders as he did so. Nick screamed out in agony, but David was a little bit oblivious to this fact. He thrust against his friend’s rear end, gripping hold of him so tightly he left marks in his shoulders.
“Oh god, Davey!” moaned Nick Clegg, gripping the desk and biting his lip. “More! Harder!”
“Oh Cleggy-wegg,” he cried out, thrusting deeper into his partner’s anus. Nick responded to David’s erratic thrusting by slamming his buttocks backwards into the other man’s crotch, eliciting a pained groan which made him all the more horny.
“Davey,” squealed Nick, gripping the edge of the desk. “Please just touch me already”.
David reached a trembling hand round and began to tug on Mr Clegg’s cock, his own still shoving into the other man’s arse. Why the hell was he enjoying this as much as he was? He wasn’t gay at all. He had a wife and kids for crying out loud. If his kids found out about their father’s exploits with his friend, they would most likely be bullied and teased about it at school. David was too caught up in bumfucking Nick Clegg to actually give a shit about his beloved family though. Here he was, bumming the Deputy Prime Minister and tossing him off at the same time. It was glorious. So glorious, in fact, that he felt close to orgasm. By the sounds of things, so did Nick.
“Oh shit Dave, I’m going to cum!” screamed Nick, digging his nails into the desk and gritting his teeth as he jizzed all over David’s hand. David pulled his cum-soaked hand away and placed it on the deputy’s shoulder. David gave one final thrust before spilling his load inside his friend, then collapsing against him and kissing his soft back.
“That was fucking epic, Cleggy-wegg,” sighed David, slowly easing his way out of his friend’s anus. “Really epic.”
“Thanks Davey,” said Nick, smiling. He’d really enjoyed what himself and his friend had got up to.
“D’you fancy a pint?”
“Of course I would, Davey. Of course I would.”
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Written for a uni friend apparently, her mom also apparently knows about this.. masterpiece.
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- 29 Gru 2015
Caught up. Wow.
If I recall correctly, a mod had to literally cull 20 pages of "me me me" in the Assigned Male thread.
Between Goony and others making lots of stupid, unfounded statements, no screencaps, not to mention the 100% lack of archiving of any of LaBill's posts, the only thing I could look forward to in that thread is @CWCissey 's and @Adamska 's edits.
If I recall correctly, a mod had to literally cull 20 pages of "me me me" in the Assigned Male thread.
Between Goony and others making lots of stupid, unfounded statements, no screencaps, not to mention the 100% lack of archiving of any of LaBill's posts, the only thing I could look forward to in that thread is @CWCissey 's and @Adamska 's edits.
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- 13 Cze 2016
I'm about 70% sure I've read that before. Back in about 2010 it ended up in my e-mail inbox after David Cameron said that he'd recently got into bed with an ardent Europhile.
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- 25 Lut 2013
Description under it: "No, I am not trying to smear or slander anyone. I am merely trying to get myself out of turmoil. I know this is fairly catty of me doing this, but I honestly need to save myself because I am literally afraid that one day I may hurt someone, or I may end up in more emotional turmoil than I was in previously.
Had to cut some people's names and facebook icons out of this for security purposes.
NO, this is not edited, this is a screenshot of a conversation my boyfriend took on his iPhone."
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I can't really make sense of this but perhaps someone here can/maybe its something mildly amusing (probably not bc autism).
Seems a friend was sleeping with someone else and it's about his girlfriend not knowing yet. More sad than anything.
I think we have a winner for grossest fan-fic of all time. The fucking Con-Dem Coalition? Ugh.
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- 3 Wrz 2014
Honestly give more kudos to @CWCissey than me; Billy's comics are just so boring nowadays I often can't be arsed to make edits, even with his intentional effort to make his faces look like body horror. The material is just stale.
Anyways since we're talking about this Attention Whore and clear Cluster B headcase, I actually do have a small convo for y'all to see:
She is so narcissistic and paranoid she thought my barb was specifically aimed at her, and not just the thread as a whole... or in this case more at the guy I censored in my post, which was done only because he himself does not have a halal thread yet.
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- 26 Sie 2018
People who post erotic fanfic involving British politicians should be forced to fight beasts in the arena for the amusement of the mob until the beasts win.
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- 27 Sty 2014
The last time I saw people so divided about a halalcow was when @Smutley made a thread about Nick Bate's "wife" & longtime stalking victim, @Ancani. At first, people were upset, since she was a good girl who dindu nuffin, but as the thread progressed it came to light that she was a dramawhore who actually encouraged Nick's delusions in the first place.
I'm not sure if the public outcry has to do with them being female per se, but because they come off as poor little victims of lolcow harrassment. Labelle isn't exactly the nicest person, & Sick Nick needs no introduction, so it's easy to sympathize with their "victims." @LagoonaBlue & @Ancani both kind of exude this sheer patheticness & helplessness that tugs at your heartstrings. & contrary to what the internet at large thinks, Kiwis are normal people with hearts instead of ruthless cyberbullies.
That's my take, anyway.
I'm not sure if the public outcry has to do with them being female per se, but because they come off as poor little victims of lolcow harrassment. Labelle isn't exactly the nicest person, & Sick Nick needs no introduction, so it's easy to sympathize with their "victims." @LagoonaBlue & @Ancani both kind of exude this sheer patheticness & helplessness that tugs at your heartstrings. & contrary to what the internet at large thinks, Kiwis are normal people with hearts instead of ruthless cyberbullies.
That's my take, anyway.
. . .holy shit, that's fucking savage.
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- 26 Lis 2014
What’s so strange about all this is that by every standard, she should be friends with exactly the kind of people she makes fun of. She should have a niche but supportive friend group on Twitter comprised of greasy hypersexual troons like Eden Belmont and Chris himself, other people who can’t regulate the appropriateness of what they put out onto the Internet, and a Discord where they all happily sperg together about their masturbation habits and MLP. In an alternate universe where things went as planned, they’d play Minecraft together and spam likes on each other’s furry art.
Don’t turn your nose up at these people, Lagoona. If anyone will accept and tolerate your fetishes, your obsession with JonTron, your constant need to turn all conversation back to yourself, it’s going to be them - not Kiwi Farms.
Don’t turn your nose up at these people, Lagoona. If anyone will accept and tolerate your fetishes, your obsession with JonTron, your constant need to turn all conversation back to yourself, it’s going to be them - not Kiwi Farms.
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- 1 Gru 2016
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's letters to his spouse were equally, shall we say, 'uncompromising'.
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- 20 Lut 2018
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I mean, at least she has standards, I guess?
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- 20 Lut 2018
All the while stroking her girldick...
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- 1 Gru 2016
I'll do my best not to reveal my power level, but Harriet's behaviour, appearance, backstory, demeanour and just about everything else remind me of a girl from my secondary school who clearly had mental health problems (and that's putting it mildly) but who somehow managed to remain in mainstream education without being shunted off to a special needs school, or even the notorious 'room in the basement' where all the slow learners were cooped up - real Sling Blade stuff that, "they didn't want me up there in the house with the rest of 'em", or Chris being shunted off to this inner spergtum with his toys while Bob and Barb try to lead a reasonably peaceful existence downstairs.
Anyway, this girl (who we'll call Tanya) had so many similarities to Harriet it's uncanny, looking back. Making lists of celebrities and pop stars she wanted to shag, obsessing over certain bands and TV shows, bedroom full of creepy dolls, looked way older than her years (even as a fifteen year old in school uniform she looked at least thirty-five), the TRUE AND HONEST content of her stunted, rambling conversation (revealing she ate lard sandwiches for her breakfast was a particularly bad move as people took the piss out of her for months over that), the hypersexuality (always going after lads who were so far out of her league they may as well have been Hollywood A-list celebrities, and telling them charming things like 'when I think about you it makes my gusset wet'), the awful art work, the self-delusional ego (she joined all the after-school art, drama, poetry etc groups and failed to reveal a single jot of ability in any of them, despite bragging about her 'hidden talents' all the time), the 'bad girl' posturing (pretending to be stoned / drunk / strung out or whatever just to get attention), the bullshit stories of parental abuse (she told me on one occasion that she'd been self-harming since she was ten, then rolled up her sleeve to reveal some cat scratches)...
Since I wasn't exactly Mr Popularity myself (being fat with big glasses and shit hair - some things haven't changed) I took pity on her because she just seemed to be this goofy fat girl who didn't have many friends and was being unfairly ostracised. I found out the hard way that there was a reason for that. To cut a long story short, she ended up stalking me, hand-delivering letters and doodles to my front door on an almost daily basis, hanging around my house and phoning me every night. I told her to knock it off because it was fucking embarrassing to say the least, but you know how it is with autists. You might as well be talking to a brick wall. Eventually I had to employ the services of a solicitor which cost plenty but it did the trick and forced her lazy-arsed parents to actually do some parenting and keep her the fuck away from me.
I hadn't planned to go into this much detail but she really was a fucking nightmare of a person who I foolishly thought was some kind of one-off cruel mistake of God, but back then I obviously knew jack shit about autism or neurological disorders. This whole story has demonstrated to me the depressing truth about so many autists - for all their sperging about being unique and special little snowflakes who should be handled with kid gloves, the vast majority of them are utterly predictable and depressingly similar.
Thanks for reading.
Anyway, this girl (who we'll call Tanya) had so many similarities to Harriet it's uncanny, looking back. Making lists of celebrities and pop stars she wanted to shag, obsessing over certain bands and TV shows, bedroom full of creepy dolls, looked way older than her years (even as a fifteen year old in school uniform she looked at least thirty-five), the TRUE AND HONEST content of her stunted, rambling conversation (revealing she ate lard sandwiches for her breakfast was a particularly bad move as people took the piss out of her for months over that), the hypersexuality (always going after lads who were so far out of her league they may as well have been Hollywood A-list celebrities, and telling them charming things like 'when I think about you it makes my gusset wet'), the awful art work, the self-delusional ego (she joined all the after-school art, drama, poetry etc groups and failed to reveal a single jot of ability in any of them, despite bragging about her 'hidden talents' all the time), the 'bad girl' posturing (pretending to be stoned / drunk / strung out or whatever just to get attention), the bullshit stories of parental abuse (she told me on one occasion that she'd been self-harming since she was ten, then rolled up her sleeve to reveal some cat scratches)...
Since I wasn't exactly Mr Popularity myself (being fat with big glasses and shit hair - some things haven't changed) I took pity on her because she just seemed to be this goofy fat girl who didn't have many friends and was being unfairly ostracised. I found out the hard way that there was a reason for that. To cut a long story short, she ended up stalking me, hand-delivering letters and doodles to my front door on an almost daily basis, hanging around my house and phoning me every night. I told her to knock it off because it was fucking embarrassing to say the least, but you know how it is with autists. You might as well be talking to a brick wall. Eventually I had to employ the services of a solicitor which cost plenty but it did the trick and forced her lazy-arsed parents to actually do some parenting and keep her the fuck away from me.
I hadn't planned to go into this much detail but she really was a fucking nightmare of a person who I foolishly thought was some kind of one-off cruel mistake of God, but back then I obviously knew jack shit about autism or neurological disorders. This whole story has demonstrated to me the depressing truth about so many autists - for all their sperging about being unique and special little snowflakes who should be handled with kid gloves, the vast majority of them are utterly predictable and depressingly similar.
Thanks for reading.
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- 19 Mar 2016
So, I've caught up and changed my mind. It actually is this bad.
At least she's not in a position where it would compromise a career or anything.
Still, the level of hypocrisy is apalling.
Everything I saw her accuse Labelle to do, she also did, like contacting someone's mother.
She has all the autistic troon behaviors.
Some tweets are directly contradicting each other, like when she doesn't want to be treated like a special needs, but then sics her mother to her lecturer.
Her autistic obssession with the subject of her obssession is waaay too extreme for an adult.
She's completely unhinged.
Her only grace is that her nudes don't actually show anything - at least she 1/4 of a drop of self respect.
Still doesn't warrant kiling yourself but yeah the shame is warranted.
As for the Assigned Male thread...
Lagoona's posts always struck me as weird and off topic. Also the avatars. But I didn't want to be the kind of autist that picks a fight with another autist being autistic, so I just scratched it up to someone being retarded. But what a pile of gold we were sitting on.
I've seen autists become normal, it's decided at 21 or below, past 21 you're either a troon or you're not, but you can't change.
At least she's not in a position where it would compromise a career or anything.
Still, the level of hypocrisy is apalling.
Everything I saw her accuse Labelle to do, she also did, like contacting someone's mother.
She has all the autistic troon behaviors.
Some tweets are directly contradicting each other, like when she doesn't want to be treated like a special needs, but then sics her mother to her lecturer.
Her autistic obssession with the subject of her obssession is waaay too extreme for an adult.
She's completely unhinged.
Her only grace is that her nudes don't actually show anything - at least she 1/4 of a drop of self respect.
Still doesn't warrant kiling yourself but yeah the shame is warranted.
As for the Assigned Male thread...
Lagoona's posts always struck me as weird and off topic. Also the avatars. But I didn't want to be the kind of autist that picks a fight with another autist being autistic, so I just scratched it up to someone being retarded. But what a pile of gold we were sitting on.
I've seen autists become normal, it's decided at 21 or below, past 21 you're either a troon or you're not, but you can't change.
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I dealt with mine without the use of solicitors. I emotionally destroyed her in front of her parents (who were also sick of her shit) then left.
She hasn't contacted me in 8 years.
I had a big Mac afterwards.