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Let's make a sub for positive, uplifting news. I get depression every day after reading only negative news here. I think many here feel like me.

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Malignant parenting 'working mothers' condemn their children to a life as societal cancers, having absorbed all that is toxic from their environment as they mature, they themselves becoming toxic as they grow up only to realize too late that they are toxic, and so toxic, that they can't even lay blame where it's deserved.

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This is a lie that whoremongers tell. You don't enjoy the company of women, you like how their holes feel.

No one enjoys the company of women. They are almost all dumb as fuck and exceedingly shallow thinkers.

Not even women enjoy the company of women they just enjoy having an audience and hearing gossip then bad mouth each other as soon as they leave.

....maybe I shouldn't be this immature and advertise about having such a great time tonight, particularly with a drop dead gorgeous female...BUT...I got sucked in.

Got in about an hour ago from something I haven't had in a long long time, a date, a night of really enjoying the companionship of, in no short terms, (because I could go on and on), a female worthy of divine status...she, with no exceptions, is the only dame that could cause me personal abasement, she fucking has this mystic that weakens me and I couldn't help it, she totally owned me tonight. I don't want anyone here to right away get the impression that I'm a slimeball guilty of infidelity, this is different, there was a hypnosis of some type.

Her eyes are more than just a window to her soul, I'm in a hypnotic gaze with this bitch and she's as casual as royalty at a Monte Carlo casino. And she knows how to make one feel like they're special, all of her attention is focused on her date....she has a way of sending the message that I am all that matters, and in such an affectionate way, even a lover's moon would be jealous if it was out...I fact, she left her place at the table, and with such class and sway, strolls over to me and sits right at my feet leaning into my leg and not once did we lose eye contact...and it was almost spiritual, then, as she's staring right through me, she places her PAW on my thigh and then rests her big smelly head onto my lap and she's drooling saliva all over me because she just pigged out on 10lbs of peanuts, a box of maple cookies, a box of butterscotch jello pudding and a container of Betty Crocker chocolate icing.

There was something special about tonight, it was a date that I will never forget, this is one of the 3 bears that we've had and raised from a cub, Brutus and Baba are the others, this one is Lashes (named after Elizabeth Taylor's eyelashes) she lost all 3 of her cubs last year, her first brood, and I think it has some type of an effect on her behavior.

SHE JUST SEEMED SO PERSONAL TONIGHT, I'D LIKE TO STATE THAT TONIGHT'S EXPERIENCE RESTORED MY FAITH IN HUMANITY...BUT I WAS IN THE COMPANY OF MY BEAR AND SHE'S MORE HUMAN THAN HUMANITY ITSELF.

...and for this I asked that nobody right away get the impression that I was a slimeball...at least "not yet...not yet"