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is that how you differentiate yourself from the others

you are a terrible, sinful person

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you are a terrible, sinful person

That's honestly the best joke ever.

We all are.

Note to self: do NOT post in this kind of topic ever again. Then I will see how low the human race can stoop

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Dude, masturbation of itself is victimless, unless it makes you feel bad. There's some evidence that done roughly once a day, 5 days a week, it reduces male risk of genital cancer by something crazy like over 50%, and it relieves stress. I understand if you're annoyed when people say "people who don't masturbate are [nonexistent/liars/crazy]," but it's not something that has to produce shame for you either way.

Are you of a denomination that sees pleasure itself as sinful, or something? Because, though this is just my assumption, I'd think that Jesus would be okay with you avoiding cancer, even if it's an exception to a rule.

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I masturbate by dragging myself across the floor, thus generating friction while my brother watches.

Come at me Parrhesia. I blocked you.

there is nothing i can say about you more damning than what you say about yourself

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By now, my pink velvet sausage wallet was trickling like a George Foreman grill. If I don't buff the muff to get my beige slime oozing from my ladytown, his all-beef thermometer is going to leave my vertical smile resembling Pete Burns' lips. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his flesh gordon plunged deeper into my cocoa channel. There was man fat frothing from his battering ram and I was wetter than an Italian cruise ship. We were ready for more. My quim was trembling like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator.

With my open-faced ham sandwich now much like a stuntman's knee, he thought it was time to start stuffing my mud flap. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cop a footlong fudge bullet, I wondered? After having my spunk dungeon fucked, he then proceeded to plow my rusty bullet hole. The plowing of my brown mile was so vigorous, he soon found his wrecking balls joining his love lollipop deep in my brown mile. He pinched off a giant toilet twinkie on my tatas just so he could devour it up like a hungry hungry hippo. He munched on my meaty hangers, even though I'd been walking the red carpet for the best part of a week.

With his long-dong silver raiding deep into my ground zero grotto, the sensation of his spunk-filled spam rocket smashing my cervix made me quiver like Vanessa Feltz's diesel-powered vibrator. My mouth was so full of jebend and cock custard, the cock snot was haemorrhaging down my chin and onto my cans. Hours of pounding like this would leave any girl's flappy meal looking like a sand blasted tomato, and I was no different! The thrusting of my cocoa channel was so vigorous, he soon found his trouser conkors joining his love muscle deep in my tradesman's entrance. He pitched a giant colon cobra on my boobage just so he could consume it up like a pig at a trough.

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Dude, masturbation of itself is victimless, unless it makes you feel bad. There's some evidence that done roughly once a day, 5 days a week, it reduces male risk of genital cancer by something crazy like over 50%, and it relieves stress. I understand if you're annoyed when people say "people who don't masturbate are [nonexistent/liars/crazy]," but it's not something that has to produce shame for you either way.

Are you of a denomination that sees pleasure itself as sinful, or something? Because, though this is just my assumption, I'd think that Jesus would be okay with you avoiding cancer, even if it's an exception to a rule.

Hm, interesting. Masturbation being sinful was only mentioned indirectly under the umbrella of "selfish pleasure" anyway, and never mentioned directly at all. I guess if it's for health reasons, it'll be fine. But I'd never do it five days a week, I'll probably do it on Saturdays.

P.S. I'm trying to stop bible thumping, but still follow Scripture. Then I'll stop getting on others' nerves.

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chrischins wouldn't be wasting time on SINFUL FORUMS

you liar

you know what they say about liars?

their pants are on fire

IN HELL

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there is nothing i can say about you more damning than what you say about yourself

u block par? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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