WHY THE U.S. IS THE DUMBEST SUPERPOWER

[thesidedish]

how did the dumbest people on earth come to dominate the whole world?

cuz the other countries' alpha males got massacred in 2 world wars. let that be a lesson to the beta cucks that I love to make fun of for having 0 leadership skills, u let ur alpha males be in charge or some other country who does will squash u.

[limitles]

how did the dumbest people on earth come to dominate the whole world?

cuz the other countries' alpha males got massacred in 2 world wars. let that be a lesson to the beta cucks that I love to make fun of for having 0 leadership skills, u let ur alpha males be in charge or some other country who does will squash u.

nope you sat it out dumbfuck read a book
a gutless nation

[thesidedish]

cuz the other countries' alpha males got massacred in 2 world wars. let that be a lesson to the beta cucks that I love to make fun of for having 0 leadership skills, u let ur alpha males be in charge or some other country who does will squash u.

nope you sat it out dumbfuck read a book

fkn moron, that's what I said. many of their alpha males died and we got to keep most of ours

[limitles]

nope you sat it out dumbfuck read a book

fkn moron, that's what I said. many of their alpha males died and we got to keep most of ours

this is rare but I apologize

[duped_samaritan]

Nope, not in the U.S. which has never won a war

We've definitely won at least 1.5 wars. (Revolutionary and Civil)

[limitles]

Nope, not in the U.S. which has never won a war

We've definitely won at least 1.5 wars. (Revolutionary and Civil)

yeah yeah yeah


War of 1812

we won so fuck off
The War of 1812 (which lasted from 1812 to 1814) was a military conflict between the United States and Great Britain. As a colony of Great Britain, Canada was swept up in the War of 1812 and was invaded several times by the Americans. The war was fought in Upper Canada, Lower Canada, on the Great Lakes and the Atlantic, and in the United States. The peace treaty of Ghent (1814), which ended the war, largely returned the status quo. However, in Canada, the war contributed to a growing sense of national identity, including the idea that civilian soldiers were largely responsible for repelling the American invaders. In contrast, the First Nations allies of the British and Canadian cause suffered much because of the war; not only had they lost many warriors (including the great Tecumseh), they also lost any hope of halting American expansion in the west, and their contributions were quickly forgotten by their British and Canadian allies (seeFirst Nations and Métis Peoples in the War of 1812).

[Gordman]

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Experimenting To Be With You

"This is, Taz, what is called a stake out," Limitles spoke to his dog, as he sipped from his iced coffee through the straw. "You see," he explained to his pet, "Alex is bound to make a mistake, sooner or later, and we will be able to expose the douchebag to Aron. We're making a great team!"

Now, as he stood behind the wheel of his car, talking to his dog, he didn't feel that convinced that he was making any progress, though. He wasn't exactly the most skillful detective in the universe, and seeing that he was just a beginner, he probably sucked balls. And so far, he had managed to stalk Alex only to beauty salons and fancy restaurants, where probably the guy was just stuffing his face with diet foods. Not once he had managed all week to catch a glimpse of Alex together with Simon.

He had talked to Aron a few times over the phone, and some of the awkwardness of their last get-together still lingered, for some reason he could not fathom. It was like both of them had something to say, but didn't have the guts to start speaking already.

He knew what his problem was. He needed to tell Aron his husband was cheating without sounding like a lunatic slash homophobe decided to destroy his best friend's marriage. Aron had been generous enough to forgive him for his outburst at the wedding, but that didn't mean he was going to believe him, without any proof.

Still busy with sorting his own thoughts, he almost missed Alex exiting the shop he had entered almost one hour ago.

"Sorry, buddy, I need to go on foot for this one,"Limitles told Taz, who seemingly agreed, by the way he looked at his owner, wagging his tail. "Don't worry, I come back if he goes too far."

Alex was surely quick on his feet.Limitles needed to speed up. Ah, damn, where did he go? Limitles felt frustration growing and walked round the corner.

Only to almost bump chests with the guy he was following.

"Are you stalking me, darling?" Alex teased.

"Um, what? Stalking you? What have you been drinking?" Limitles spoke quickly. "I was just happening to be here, because I needed to ..."

Great way to box yourself in, Limitles. You don't even know the name of the street you're on.

He looked around, hoping for providence to show him a sign. Ah, great, there was some kind of parlor across the street.

"I needed to go there," he pointed at the business across from them, although he could not make its name from where he was standing.

Alex looked in the direction limitles was pointing, and his eyes turned back to the other right away.

"Really? You need to have your nails done?" Alex cooed, smiling widely.

Limitles squinted and tried to read the handwritten name of the business. What the hell was it saying? Was that even English?

"Come on, straight boy, just admit it already," Alex got closer, well up in his personal space. "You," he poked Limitles chest with one finger, "like me."

"Like you?!"

Wow, he's even more delusional than you!

You think?

"You certainly struggle a lot to get my attention," Alex said with a small seductive smile. "Even now, following me around ..."

"I told you, I just happen to be here," Limitles said, but his voice sounded as convincing as a male enhancement ad.

"Ah, then you happen to be where I happen to be quite a lot. Yesterday, two days ago, three days ago ..."

"All right," Limitles raised his hands in surrender, trying to ignore Alex's overpowering cologne. Really, too much of a good thing, even if it was some designer fragrance, was too much. "How could you tell?"

"Darling, I've been chased by paparazzi since I was ten. I know when I'm being followed."

"Oh, shit," Limitles mumbled.

Now that was a bummer.

"So, Limitles, how about being a little honest here? And frankly, I thought you were pissed your best friend was gay, when, all this time, you were hot for me?" Alex shook his head slowly. "So the little speech at the wedding was because of me? Ah, how touching! Yet you were rude. You could have just said you liked me, and we could have arranged something," the guy continued. "Or you were like one of those guys who prefer to admire me from afar?"

"Wow, wow, wow," Limitles managed to cut through the guy's speech. "I don't like you. At all."

"Ah. You sure?" Alex batted his eyelashes and burst into laughter. "Too bad. I was thinking about repaying you."

"Repaying me? What for? I thought you were ready to strangle me or poison my drink!" Limitles exclaimed.

Alex seemed taken aback.

"Why on Earth would I do that?" he asked.

Funny thing, the guy sounded sincere. But with someone like Alex, one could never know.

"You know," Limitles said with a small huff. "Because of the ..."

He wasn't going to talk about Aron and how they had sex. So he steered the conversation to something that was probably more important to Alex than the fact that his husband had experienced pleasure in the arms of another dude.

"Because of your Instagram account!" he said quickly.

Alex looked at him, his eyes going a bit unfocused, like the guy was trying to compute, but wasn't managing to get to the end result.

"What about my Instagram account? Are you following me on Insta?" the guy asked, visibly pleased with this conclusion.

"No, I'm not following you on Insta," Limitles replied, now annoyed with the guy's deflections. "Why would I do that?"

"To stare at pictures of me wearing nothing but underwear?" Alex asked, this time smiling and back to his flirty mode.

"Oh," Limitles said slowly.

Something was amiss all right. Like the guy had suddenly no recollection of the body swap.

"You don't remember anything about the ..."

Ah, that was definitely it. He was not allowed to say the words out loud. That meant ... that meant ...

"So you chose to remember the accident instead?" he exclaimed.

Alex frowned, and now he was watching Limitles a bit warily.

"All right. I have no idea how Aron puts up with you. You're really, and I mean really strange," Alex said, taking a small step back. "And what do you mean I chose? Wait, you don't remember the accident?"

"No, I don't," Limitles said. "Ah, but you do, so how about you tell me all about it?"

Alex seemed to ponder for a bit.

"I thought it was a ruse. That you're just pretending you don't remember about what happened. That you don't want Aron to ... you know," Alex said, pursing his lips.

"No, I don't know," Limitles glared. "But I didn't push you," he added quickly.

Alex took another step back, and now he was looking at Limitles with a mix of pity and disdain in his beautiful green eyes.

"You don't have a lot of money, do you?"

Limitles snorted.

"What's that have to do with anything?"

Alex sighed, and then he smiled, but this time it was clear that the smile was directed at himself.

"Then it's all for the best," he grinned. "Stop stalking me, you creep," he added cheerfully, but without the edge needed for that to be an insult.

"Wait, tell me about the accident," Limitles tried to prevent Alex from walking away.

"Nope. Not telling," Alex said with satisfaction. "Ah, if you only had money," he said with a bit of regret, as he touched Limitles chest in passing. "You're passably cute. But sorry, I have standards," he shrugged.

"Come on, you have to tell me," Limitles began walking side by side with Alex.

"No, I don't," Alex said. "As far as everyone knows, I don't remember squat either. Oh, I love me some attention," the guy added. "It's just so good to be back in the saddle. So no detours for me, darling, sorry about that."

"You keep saying sorry, but you're clearly not sorry," Limitles said through his teeth.

"Of course I'm not," Alex shrugged. "Life's too short to spend it being sorry. And really, stop walking next to me. Someone might snap a picture and seriously, the 90s called, they need their clothes back. Or do you still have them since that time? Passed on to you by your papa, or something?"

"My clothes are new ... enough," Limitles said slowly, unsure of how a t-shirt and jeans could be considered as belonging to a different century.

"Whatever, now shoo where you have to be, and somewhere that I'm not. I'm not in the mood for charity cases, and you're way too difficult to deal with."

"I really have no idea what the hell you are talking about," Limitles insisted. "And you say I'm the creepy one."

"Seriously, Limitles, stop following me. I don't want to become unfashionable by association. And if you don't, I'm telling Aron you're bothering me," Alex said, now looking a bit annoyed and distressed.

Okay, the guy knew how to play his hand. Limitles had to give it to him. So he needed to stay put for now.

"All right, don't get your panties in a twist," he mumbled.

Alex sped up and looked over his shoulder one more time at Limitles before waving for a cab, like he was still trying to make sense of something. The look the guy gave him was giving him the shivers a bit. Now what the hell had happened during that accident?

And he had no means to stalk Alex without being seen. The guy had many talents, apparently, and that is why he was probably not so easy to get caught with his lover's dick in his ass. Limitles needed to rethink his strategy.

*** To Be continued...

This really is a good story

[limitles]

[QUOTE=Gordman;825910]

This really is a good story

This sad fuck fed his own dog to his dogs
just not right

so sad that you are illiterate
tough to be illiterate i guess
illiterate
illiterate
illiterate
illiterate

[Gordman]

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Experimenting To Be With You

"This is, Taz, what is called a stake out," Limitles spoke to his dog, as he sipped from his iced coffee through the straw. "You see," he explained to his pet, "Alex is bound to make a mistake, sooner or later, and we will be able to expose the douchebag to Aron. We're making a great team!"

Now, as he stood behind the wheel of his car, talking to his dog, he didn't feel that convinced that he was making any progress, though. He wasn't exactly the most skillful detective in the universe, and seeing that he was just a beginner, he probably sucked balls. And so far, he had managed to stalk Alex only to beauty salons and fancy restaurants, where probably the guy was just stuffing his face with diet foods. Not once he had managed all week to catch a glimpse of Alex together with Simon.

He had talked to Aron a few times over the phone, and some of the awkwardness of their last get-together still lingered, for some reason he could not fathom. It was like both of them had something to say, but didn't have the guts to start speaking already.

He knew what his problem was. He needed to tell Aron his husband was cheating without sounding like a lunatic slash homophobe decided to destroy his best friend's marriage. Aron had been generous enough to forgive him for his outburst at the wedding, but that didn't mean he was going to believe him, without any proof.

Still busy with sorting his own thoughts, he almost missed Alex exiting the shop he had entered almost one hour ago.

"Sorry, buddy, I need to go on foot for this one,"Limitles told Taz, who seemingly agreed, by the way he looked at his owner, wagging his tail. "Don't worry, I come back if he goes too far."

Alex was surely quick on his feet.Limitles needed to speed up. Ah, damn, where did he go? Limitles felt frustration growing and walked round the corner.

Only to almost bump chests with the guy he was following.

"Are you stalking me, darling?" Alex teased.

"Um, what? Stalking you? What have you been drinking?" Limitles spoke quickly. "I was just happening to be here, because I needed to ..."

Great way to box yourself in, Limitles. You don't even know the name of the street you're on.

He looked around, hoping for providence to show him a sign. Ah, great, there was some kind of parlor across the street.

"I needed to go there," he pointed at the business across from them, although he could not make its name from where he was standing.

Alex looked in the direction limitles was pointing, and his eyes turned back to the other right away.

"Really? You need to have your nails done?" Alex cooed, smiling widely.

Limitles squinted and tried to read the handwritten name of the business. What the hell was it saying? Was that even English?

"Come on, straight boy, just admit it already," Alex got closer, well up in his personal space. "You," he poked Limitles chest with one finger, "like me."

"Like you?!"

Wow, he's even more delusional than you!

You think?

"You certainly struggle a lot to get my attention," Alex said with a small seductive smile. "Even now, following me around ..."

"I told you, I just happen to be here," Limitles said, but his voice sounded as convincing as a male enhancement ad.

"Ah, then you happen to be where I happen to be quite a lot. Yesterday, two days ago, three days ago ..."

"All right," Limitles raised his hands in surrender, trying to ignore Alex's overpowering cologne. Really, too much of a good thing, even if it was some designer fragrance, was too much. "How could you tell?"

"Darling, I've been chased by paparazzi since I was ten. I know when I'm being followed."

"Oh, shit," Limitles mumbled.

Now that was a bummer.

"So, Limitles, how about being a little honest here? And frankly, I thought you were pissed your best friend was gay, when, all this time, you were hot for me?" Alex shook his head slowly. "So the little speech at the wedding was because of me? Ah, how touching! Yet you were rude. You could have just said you liked me, and we could have arranged something," the guy continued. "Or you were like one of those guys who prefer to admire me from afar?"

"Wow, wow, wow," Limitles managed to cut through the guy's speech. "I don't like you. At all."

"Ah. You sure?" Alex batted his eyelashes and burst into laughter. "Too bad. I was thinking about repaying you."

"Repaying me? What for? I thought you were ready to strangle me or poison my drink!" Limitles exclaimed.

Alex seemed taken aback.

"Why on Earth would I do that?" he asked.

Funny thing, the guy sounded sincere. But with someone like Alex, one could never know.

"You know," Limitles said with a small huff. "Because of the ..."

He wasn't going to talk about Aron and how they had sex. So he steered the conversation to something that was probably more important to Alex than the fact that his husband had experienced pleasure in the arms of another dude.

"Because of your Instagram account!" he said quickly.

Alex looked at him, his eyes going a bit unfocused, like the guy was trying to compute, but wasn't managing to get to the end result.

"What about my Instagram account? Are you following me on Insta?" the guy asked, visibly pleased with this conclusion.

"No, I'm not following you on Insta," Limitles replied, now annoyed with the guy's deflections. "Why would I do that?"

"To stare at pictures of me wearing nothing but underwear?" Alex asked, this time smiling and back to his flirty mode.

"Oh," Limitles said slowly.

Something was amiss all right. Like the guy had suddenly no recollection of the body swap.

"You don't remember anything about the ..."

Ah, that was definitely it. He was not allowed to say the words out loud. That meant ... that meant ...

"So you chose to remember the accident instead?" he exclaimed.

Alex frowned, and now he was watching Limitles a bit warily.

"All right. I have no idea how Aron puts up with you. You're really, and I mean really strange," Alex said, taking a small step back. "And what do you mean I chose? Wait, you don't remember the accident?"

"No, I don't," Limitles said. "Ah, but you do, so how about you tell me all about it?"

Alex seemed to ponder for a bit.

"I thought it was a ruse. That you're just pretending you don't remember about what happened. That you don't want Aron to ... you know," Alex said, pursing his lips.

"No, I don't know," Limitles glared. "But I didn't push you," he added quickly.

Alex took another step back, and now he was looking at Limitles with a mix of pity and disdain in his beautiful green eyes.

"You don't have a lot of money, do you?"

Limitles snorted.

"What's that have to do with anything?"

Alex sighed, and then he smiled, but this time it was clear that the smile was directed at himself.

"Then it's all for the best," he grinned. "Stop stalking me, you creep," he added cheerfully, but without the edge needed for that to be an insult.

"Wait, tell me about the accident," Limitles tried to prevent Alex from walking away.

"Nope. Not telling," Alex said with satisfaction. "Ah, if you only had money," he said with a bit of regret, as he touched Limitles chest in passing. "You're passably cute. But sorry, I have standards," he shrugged.

"Come on, you have to tell me," Limitles began walking side by side with Alex.

"No, I don't," Alex said. "As far as everyone knows, I don't remember squat either. Oh, I love me some attention," the guy added. "It's just so good to be back in the saddle. So no detours for me, darling, sorry about that."

"You keep saying sorry, but you're clearly not sorry," Limitles said through his teeth.

"Of course I'm not," Alex shrugged. "Life's too short to spend it being sorry. And really, stop walking next to me. Someone might snap a picture and seriously, the 90s called, they need their clothes back. Or do you still have them since that time? Passed on to you by your papa, or something?"

"My clothes are new ... enough," Limitles said slowly, unsure of how a t-shirt and jeans could be considered as belonging to a different century.

"Whatever, now shoo where you have to be, and somewhere that I'm not. I'm not in the mood for charity cases, and you're way too difficult to deal with."

"I really have no idea what the hell you are talking about," Limitles insisted. "And you say I'm the creepy one."

"Seriously, Limitles, stop following me. I don't want to become unfashionable by association. And if you don't, I'm telling Aron you're bothering me," Alex said, now looking a bit annoyed and distressed.

Okay, the guy knew how to play his hand. Limitles had to give it to him. So he needed to stay put for now.

"All right, don't get your panties in a twist," he mumbled.

Alex sped up and looked over his shoulder one more time at Limitles before waving for a cab, like he was still trying to make sense of something. The look the guy gave him was giving him the shivers a bit. Now what the hell had happened during that accident?

And he had no means to stalk Alex without being seen. The guy had many talents, apparently, and that is why he was probably not so easy to get caught with his lover's dick in his ass. Limitles needed to rethink his strategy.

*** To Be continued...

This really is a good story

Jeez i almost forgot about part 2!

Coming up in a moment...

[Gordman]

"So, I suppose you saw it," Aron spoke gloomily, while fiddling with the glass Limitles had filled to the brim with the strongest booze he could find around the house.

"Yeah," Limitles swallowed hard. "What ... what happened? You two seemed ... happy."

It was hard to speak. It hurt to speak. But now was not the moment to focus on his own feelings. Aron was hurting much more.

"Ah, for so long," Aron sighed, "I've just felt like living with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Apparently, the bad guy is winning. For now. And only a few weeks back, we seemed to be well on the mend."

"What did you two fight about?" Limitles continued, carefully.

"What didn't we fight about?" Aron said, his voice edging on sorrow. "Can you believe that we haven't even had proper sex for weeks now? Ever since you woke up from that coma ... Ah, I thought I'd never be able to say I'm sick of oral, but ... Sorry, I'm not supposed to get into so much detail with my straight best friend."

Limitles could feel his heart clenching painfully in his chest and he touched Aron's hand slowly.

"I'm ... trying, you know?" his friend spoke again. "To be a good husband. But I guess that, somehow, I'm still doing something wrong. Alex has, sometimes, the most extravagant requests and I try ..."

"Like expensive cars?" Limitles could not help it.

Aron shrugged.

"If only. He's ... very challenging, emotionally speaking. He needs to be loved, but he doesn't want to be hugged. He wants to be called cute nicknames, but he doesn't want to walk hand in hand in the park. He ..." Aron stopped with a small huff. "And I'm just ... trying to make sense of everything. And I know that, somehow, it's still my fault."

Limitles could not stand this. Not seeing his best friend beating himself up over some fashion addict with a penchant for torturing every living soul in his path.

"It's not your fault," he said with determination, his hands curling into fists, pressed against his thighs.

"Thanks, buddy," Aron took a sip of the strong drink and grimaced, but in a way that told Limitleshe was actually enjoying the burn in his throat. "I appreciate it. But that still doesn't change anything. And I know that it must be my fault. Most of the time, he seems ... just the guy I fell in love with, but then ..."

"Stop it," Limitles said, his voice abrasive and on the point of breaking.

"I've always been perfect to you, haven't I?" Aron chuckled. "You used to tell me that. I did feel flattered. Who doesn't want to hear that? But being the perfect friend does not equal being the perfect husband. And I have a lot of work to do for that."

"No," Limitles said, more sharply this time. "It's not you."

It's Alex. Aka the douchebag.

You can't tell him that. He'll only shut down on you.

"You are perfect," he added.

Aron exhaled and smiled fondly.

"Eh, I suppose I can let you tell me that a few more times. I definitely need the encouragement. And I need to find a way to get Alex back and ..."

No, no, no, no, no! Do something! Now!

What the hell should I do?

Do it! Stop dallying! He's going to say next that he needs to beg that asshole to take him back! Don't allow that! Shut him up!

"Ah, um, ah," he barely managed.

"Are you okay, buddy?" Aron asked, taken aback by his friend's distress. "So sorry. I shouldn't burden you with my problems, I should just head back and ..."

Limitles knew what he had to do, with so much clarity that for a split of a second, he wondered how come he hadn't thought about it. He moved fast, closing the distance between them, grabbing Aron by the shoulders and ...

Kissing him.

Aron's mouth tasted of home. Of strong booze, too, but most than anything, of home. He angled his head, brushing his lips against the other's, sticking out his tongue and licking the beautiful full lips gently.

And that was only meant to make him thirstier, because it was the only right thing right now that he could do, so he pressed more, wanting Aron to open his mouth and kiss him back.

But Aron pulled away. Not brusquely, not in shock, but gently and firmly.

"You're trying to comfort me, right?" he said slowly, putting one hand on Limitles' shoulder.

"I'm trying to kiss you," Limitles shook his head and leaned in for another kiss.

"Wait," Aron mumbled, the squeeze on Limitles' shoulder increasing.

"No," limitles said stubbornly and pressed his lips against Aron's once again.

I'm so done waiting.

Aron's mouth was hesitant, and opened slowly, allowing the kiss, yet still not an active participant. Limitles moved to straddle Aron's lap, trying hard not to break the connection. He must have looked silly, struggling to put one leg over Aron's thighs.

But it was Aron who helped him get into position, so to speak, and soon, two strong hands were on his back, and one very determined tongue, this time around, was in his mouth.

Ah, damn, he loved Aron's kisses. But if you could still recall, when he had worn Alex's fashion model body, Aron had been more restrained, maybe trying to be a bit gentler, probably so that he didn't spook his husband with his unhinged desire.

There was nothing of that restraint left, it seemed, and this time around, Aron's want was honest to the core.

Limitles loved it. Aron was strong, and Limitles could feel that strength by the way the man made aggressive love to his mouth, reaching inside deep, making sure Limitles was opening his mouth wide to take him in.

He had to admit that he had never thought about why kissing was sometimes called 'sucking faces'. Now he knew. Because it was like the two of them were having oral sex, with no dick involved, and it was fucking heaven.

Aron was the first to stop, drawing just a fraction of an inch back, and trying to look into Limitles' eyes.

"Oh god," he murmured. "What's this? I mean, it's not like I'm complaining ..."

"Hush," Limitles put his hand over Aron's mouth gently. "It's ... it's ... um, just me experimenting."

Experimenting to be with you.

Aron's eyes grew wide. Slowly, he put one hand over Limitles wrist and pulled it down, to release his mouth.

"Experimenting? How?"

"Exploring ... my sexuality," Limitles said slowly, measuring every word, like he was quoting some magazine.

Are you trying to kill the mood here? Just tell him.

No, no, no, I can't. He won't believe me, he ...

"Should I be glad to be of help here?" Aron chuckled, as his hands moved lower and grabbed hard Limitles' ass. "Fuck," he whispered.

"Yeah, be glad," Limitles whispered and pulled Aron in for another kiss.

But the guy moved his head enough to avoid him.

"Wait, wait, I mean, Limitles, this is ..."

"Just sex," Limitles interrupted. "It's just sex, nothing else. You need it. I need ..."

You.

"... it."

"I've never cheated on my husband until now," Aron spoke, his voice low and strained. "And maybe I've been tempted, yes. But no one has managed to tempt me like this before. Do you have any idea ..." the man's voice choked.

"I do," Limitles said. "I frigging do."

Now wasn't the time for words. Yet Aron had this weird idea that they should talk.

"Limitles I ... You do realize that I might just take everything you offer right now. I am selfish enough to do it."

"So do it," Limitles whispered, his lips hovering close to Aron's.

"But what is it? What are you offering?" Aron insisted, his hands totally disjointed from his hesitant voice, groping Limitles' ass like they were trying to rip the jeans and get inside.

"Everything you want," Limitles cut him off and this time, ground his crotch hard against Aron's taut body.

"Are you sure?" Aron's voice became a tad urgent and heavy. "I ... This moment, right now, I ..."

"Fuck me," Limitles voiced what Aron didn't have the strength to say. "Fuck me like there's no one else."

That seemed to trigger something inside Aron, because the guy flipped Limitles quickly, pushing him into the sofa. Now they weren't just sucking faces, their bodies were trying to weld together.

And Limitles could feel himself tumbling down, but he knew he wasn't going to fall. Because Aron's strong hands were holding him, and, if that was the case, then he was safe.

"Wait," it was Limitles' turn to stop.


Continued...

[limitles]

illiterate
illiterate
illiterate
illiterate
idiot

War of 1812

we won so fuck off

The War of 1812 (which lasted from 1812 to 1814) was a military conflict between the United States and Great Britain. As a colony of Great Britain, Canada was swept up in the War of 1812 and was invaded several times by the Americans. The war was fought in Upper Canada, Lower Canada, on the Great Lakesand the Atlantic, and in the United States. The peace treaty of Ghent (1814), which ended the war, largely returned the status quo. However, in Canada, the war contributed to a growing sense of national identity, including the idea that civilian soldiers were largely responsible for repelling the American invaders. In contrast, the First Nations allies of the British and Canadian cause suffered much because of the war; not only had they lost many warriors (including the great Tecumseh), they also lost any hope of halting American expansion in the west, and their contributions were quickly forgotten by their British and Canadian allies (seeFirst Nations and Métis Peoples in the War of 1812).

losers

[gauchojake]

You seem like you're doing really well Less.

[PuppyMonkeyBaby]

A: Because the U.S. is fictional
Tennessee can't agree with N.Dakota

That sums it up.....it's not even a country
and they're just dumb
you fat ignorant losers

eat another pound of cheese
take a class on ignorance
and shut the fuck up

it's not just Trump
collectively you're thick
enjoy yourselves

Honestly I've known smarter lichen

there is more.. you're a group of shit states
I don't even want to point it out but you should be ashamed with your WW2 participation

let's sit it out for a couple of YEARS while our allies suffer to the point of annihilation
We're okay....but wait PEARL HARBOUR
fucking joke
you stupid faggots

answer gordman you idiot

gutless nation
nothing has changed

I'm embarrassed to be a neighbour
yellow bitches

you self centred fucks
I do not care for your future
in the least and I am dead serious


GUTLESS is the ultimate word
not saying individuals are gutless but you're country
displays it over and over

This coming from a guy who lives in a country that let one part of it make bullying dictates to the rest of the country as far as make up of the Supreme Court among other things because they are a "separate and distinct society" again if that shit happened in America where a state maybe such as California tried to go away with dictating shit to the other 49 (they definitely do try) they'd be laughed the fuck out of the country.. #FuckTheFrench

[PuppyMonkeyBaby]

We've definitely won at least 1.5 wars. (Revolutionary and Civil)

yeah yeah yeah


War of 1812

we won so fuck off
The War of 1812 (which lasted from 1812 to 1814) was a military conflict between the United States and Great Britain. As a colony of Great Britain, Canada was swept up in the War of 1812 and was invaded several times by the Americans. The war was fought in Upper Canada, Lower Canada, on the Great Lakes and the Atlantic, and in the United States. The peace treaty of Ghent (1814), which ended the war, largely returned the status quo. However, in Canada, the war contributed to a growing sense of national identity, including the idea that civilian soldiers were largely responsible for repelling the American invaders. In contrast, the First Nations allies of the British and Canadian cause suffered much because of the war; not only had they lost many warriors (including the great Tecumseh), they also lost any hope of halting American expansion in the west, and their contributions were quickly forgotten by their British and Canadian allies (seeFirst Nations and Métis Peoples in the War of 1812).

Again Limitles if it wasn't the for the USA you Canuks would be speaking Russian and youd be getting drunk on Vodka because all they would've had to do was walk over their former territory in Alaska and right into Canada. Not gonna lie we did it mostly for our own safety as well.. but well it was a nice side effect for yall

[Zap_the_Fractions_Giraffe]

just realized i hate where the page down button is located on my laptop

[GrenadaRoger]

"WHY THE U.S. IS THE DUMBEST SUPERPOWER"


What is "Shittalkers like LimitLes are to allowed free speech"?


I'll take HodgePodge for $400 Alex