My mom has a similar story from when she was around 16. She got home late from a friend's house and once she got in her bedroom, she saw a man standing right outside her window and jerking off. She said her dad had to point a shotgun at his face before he finally took off. It took about an hour for the cops to get there because (rural area in the 70s) and of course by then they were no help. After that, they installed metal bars in all the windows in the house, and got blackout drapes. And my grandpa always kept a loaded shotgun on top of a cabinet in the living room afterwards.
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Time after time, "I'm anti-LGBT" ends up actually meaning "I'm a pedophile", yet they insist on gaslighting everyone that we're the actual predators. How does anyone keep falling for it???
Zionists will call this a land without a people
Fucking bozo ass full on clown circus running the show
Agreed
Drop the title!
Hey hexbears what's kickin? I've been touching grass and working on myself for a few months but I'm laid up with covid without much to do. At least I have an excuse to not go to the family thanksgiving next week, lmao. Or I should say thanksgivings because in the past few months my extended family completely imploded. Probably because they're all toxic assholes who finally reached the point where they resent each other more than they care about each other, but idk. I'm pretty distant from them already and I've deliberately kept myself out of any drama, a few have tried to drag me in but I told em to fuck off with it. Anything interesting happen around here in the past few months? I popped in around the start of the current Israel shit and got scared off by some questionable takes I saw and only just came back now that I'm running out of thing to occupy my mind with.
Casually doing race science and comparing ADHD to slave owning to own the dastardly whites, fucking hexbear moment
Christianity has been this way for over 1700 years at least
When I was 6, my alcoholic aunt made this pudding spiked with rum. Think pudding shots, but a big bowl of it.
Thanksgiving in my family was always self serve, as in they'd put all the food on a folding table and everyone loads up their plates with what they want, buffet style. I've been told that this is a strange way of doing it, let me know if you think so. Anyway, this big bowl of delicious looking homemade chocolate pudding was not marked as alcoholic, and I had no idea. No one told me about it or said not to eat the pudding. So I ate some. A lot. Like a big fucken bowl of it and then some more.
It was delicious! I didn't recognize the taste of rum, but the astringency of it and my small range of taste experience made me think it was some strange variety of mint, and I loved it.
Soon enough I started to feel a little weird, and thought I ate too much (I did) and went and tearfully told my mom how I ate too much and got a tummy ache. She could smell the alcohol on my breath, and immediately went to check the pudding.
Turns out my aunt didn't tell anyone about the alcohol in the pudding! So that made my mom very angry at my aunt, but I was preoccupied with how I felt. Despite the upset stomach, I was vibing and having a good time, and feeling a lot more social than normal and was living it up with the rest of the kids when before I was eating pudding alone in the corner.
TLDR, I ate a ton of unmarked pudding shots and got wasted for the first time at the age of 6, and enjoyed it.