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So I asked the admin about this one and was pointed to this thread.
I have a dog. Her name is Chelsea (yes, I know but my Dad used to cheer for the team that was best at the moment. Imagine me having a dog called Internazionale. I'd cut my tongue off).
A little bit of background - Chelsea was my Dad's dog and basically the last "thing" that connects me to him after his death. She's 15yo but she still acts like a puppy.
Anywho, we have this hoodlum, pathological scum leaving the next block with this dog.
A while back Chelsea and I were on our way to the park and while passing by this hoodlum the dog attacked her. Tried to rip her throat, and managed to break her paw in half. It all happened in like 2-3 seconds. If I wouldn't kick the dog in the jaw, well, she would be dead.
I had to pay a ton of money for the surgery and had to pick - pay my rent or pay for my dog. The answer was pretty damn simple which didn't land well with my landlord. Getting any money from the hoodlum is impossible, we're talking an alcoholic piece of shit.
No money there.
So anywho, my fundraiser is ending in seven days. I'm not asking for money but rather for info if any of yous know where I could post the link to the fundraiser to raise some awareness. Because, you know, I find it fucking amazing when it comes to paying my apartment's rent and not being homeless.
ADMINS: if that post is way too much then kill it without any hesitation.
Go fucking full Allegri.
Kill.
I have a dog. Her name is Chelsea (yes, I know but my Dad used to cheer for the team that was best at the moment. Imagine me having a dog called Internazionale. I'd cut my tongue off).
A little bit of background - Chelsea was my Dad's dog and basically the last "thing" that connects me to him after his death. She's 15yo but she still acts like a puppy.
Anywho, we have this hoodlum, pathological scum leaving the next block with this dog.
A while back Chelsea and I were on our way to the park and while passing by this hoodlum the dog attacked her. Tried to rip her throat, and managed to break her paw in half. It all happened in like 2-3 seconds. If I wouldn't kick the dog in the jaw, well, she would be dead.
I had to pay a ton of money for the surgery and had to pick - pay my rent or pay for my dog. The answer was pretty damn simple which didn't land well with my landlord. Getting any money from the hoodlum is impossible, we're talking an alcoholic piece of shit.
No money there.
So anywho, my fundraiser is ending in seven days. I'm not asking for money but rather for info if any of yous know where I could post the link to the fundraiser to raise some awareness. Because, you know, I find it fucking amazing when it comes to paying my apartment's rent and not being homeless.
ADMINS: if that post is way too much then kill it without any hesitation.
Go fucking full Allegri.
Kill.
You could have chosen violence on three occasions. You could have shot the hoodlum. You could have shot your dog. You could have shot your landlord.
Each time you refused violence, things got exponentially worse.
Some people never learn.
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I gain nothing from it. It's only an absolute cost.
I don't want kids, I've spent thousands of dollars to not.
I'm not going to entwine my assets and finances with anyone, ever, for any reason.
I only want sex from the opposite sex, I rarely want to spend time with them or go "hiking" or do other fucking bullshit activities. "Oh! Did you hear we have to go see Chelsea's new son Braden, he's such a beautiful child." More than likely, that dumb kid looks like every other child, some scrunch-faced freak amalgam of two grown people.
"Oh, he looks like you, Devin!"
No fucking way, they share 50% of the same DNA!
Any relationship where I've been asked to do something I don't want to do, my response is typically, "do you want to do this?"
"Yes! I'd love to go to X and take pictures at Y and blah blah."
"Okay, then you go do that. I'm going to go to the bar, watch the match, get some drinks in, and play video games the rest of the night and smoke cigs in my house.....because I own it. If you don't like that level of independence, then I encourage you to leave me alone."
Women initially love me because they think they can "fix" the autism I have or the asocial, laissez-faire approach I have to our spinning endlessly on a rock into absolute pure, proven destruction. In reality, everyone dies, no one is special, do what you want, be happy, don't be a cunt (where unnecessary).
Pumpkin-Spice Lattes don't like hearing facts and living in reality.
They care about white cowboy boots and how big your ring is and where you travelled (and took pictures to brag to people and post on Social Media) and not eating animals.
No, I don't want to meet your friends, no, I don't want to meet your parents.
Why? Because I'm fine now and haven't ever know them and I'll be fine dying not knowing any of them as they cannot add to my life, only distract from it.
All hate, no new friends.
I don't want kids, I've spent thousands of dollars to not.
I'm not going to entwine my assets and finances with anyone, ever, for any reason.
I only want sex from the opposite sex, I rarely want to spend time with them or go "hiking" or do other fucking bullshit activities. "Oh! Did you hear we have to go see Chelsea's new son Braden, he's such a beautiful child." More than likely, that dumb kid looks like every other child, some scrunch-faced freak amalgam of two grown people.
"Oh, he looks like you, Devin!"
No fucking way, they share 50% of the same DNA!
Any relationship where I've been asked to do something I don't want to do, my response is typically, "do you want to do this?"
"Yes! I'd love to go to X and take pictures at Y and blah blah."
"Okay, then you go do that. I'm going to go to the bar, watch the match, get some drinks in, and play video games the rest of the night and smoke cigs in my house.....because I own it. If you don't like that level of independence, then I encourage you to leave me alone."
Women initially love me because they think they can "fix" the autism I have or the asocial, laissez-faire approach I have to our spinning endlessly on a rock into absolute pure, proven destruction. In reality, everyone dies, no one is special, do what you want, be happy, don't be a cunt (where unnecessary).
Pumpkin-Spice Lattes don't like hearing facts and living in reality.
They care about white cowboy boots and how big your ring is and where you travelled (and took pictures to brag to people and post on Social Media) and not eating animals.
No, I don't want to meet your friends, no, I don't want to meet your parents.
Why? Because I'm fine now and haven't ever know them and I'll be fine dying not knowing any of them as they cannot add to my life, only distract from it.
All hate, no new friends.
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