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Plenty of girls I know gripe about their boyfriends not washing the sheets enough. Seems to be a bit of a stereotype that blokes don't change their sheets.
So our three ladies to a bed must be regularly changing the sheets, right? Especially with three people who work outside on a ranch, right? (:_(
 
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Imagine going out of town for a funeral and having to worry that someone is dilating in your bed while you're gone...
(Bonnie and husband after a grueling trip to bury a family member, get missed gendered left and right whiles trying to explain to your Alzheimer’s riddled grandmother that her husband is dead and that her grandson is now her granddaughter. Bonnie just wants to climb in his bed. )

Bonnie: “Why is my bed damp? And why does it smell of cheese stuffed fish?”

Kevvie: “I think you ment to say, why does our bed smell, comrade.” ;)
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I mean bonnies Twitter handle does say that he’s an anarchist, realistically isn’t that permitted on the ranch? Is there such thing as private property on a commune? For the greater good, if your not using it you’re someone else use it. Perhaps that’s where some of anxiety of leaving comes from.

I remember watching a YouTube video around the Slab city and that there permanent residences can’t leave because if they do their shit will just get taken.
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Imagine him shrieking this while flapping his arms, surrounded by toys and terrified animals in his upstairs nest. A slimy vibrator buzzing uselessly on the floor. The smell of bacon coalescing with the smells of animal filth and the eternal AmHole. Outside, another alpaca keels over on barren soil, asking God what it did to deserve such suffering. Merry fucking Christmas.
One day, in my darkest moments, as my life slowly ebbs out of my body I will remember nothing but this, and I will thank whatever fucked God might be out there that I can die knowing I'll never have that mental image again.
I'm honestly at a loss how anyone could stand to be so damned unhygienic, I'm not a neat freak by any stretch but there's no way in hell I'd let my house or body get to the point where you're more likely to drink am hole lube than tap water when you turn on the faucet.
 
I mean bonnies Twitter handle does say that he’s an anarchist, realistically isn’t that permitted on the ranch?
As usual, they're anarchists as long as they are allowed to bear arms, point them at passers-by or neighbours, and they're getting FREE MONEY. I have met many people who claimed to be anarchists. I've met even more who only liked the anarchist sign. Actual anarchists, trying to bring the system down and working on their promised utopia of sudden and perfect voluntary organization that could often be described as mutualism?

Zero, nihil, nada, nichts, niente, ничего, nic, and that's enough languages for today.
 
kevin put a vibrator in amhole, and now it hurts.

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I can't think of a more dainty feminine Christmas meal than steak with bacon and bacon wrapped asparagus.

Totally something a ditzy sizequeen tweenage pretty, pretty princess would make for her bicurious sleepover party to eat while they talk about the monstercocks they've been taking in their fuckholes.
 
They'd probably come out ahead picking up a basic immersion circulator. They could save up the money for pet speuters and more toys to throw down the K-hole pretty quick buying cheaper cuts, and you can get a really robust model suitable for a large household/small restaurant at an ultra-affordable price, if you keep an eye on government surplus. Doesn't do well with bacon wrapping, but I've always thought that was massive overcompensation for being shit at the basic task.

It is painfully obvious that not a single person on the entire Tranch has any idea how you handle ANY side of ranching, but their incompetence has a decidedly male feel all the same. I don't think they have so much as a single female FRIEND, but sure, they're true and honest rilly reel laydees.
 
their incompetence has a decidedly male feel all the same. I don't think they have so much as a single female FRIEND, but sure, they're true and honest rilly reel laydees.
I'm convinced the only real women they know in their lives are the few relatives they've not been able to cut out of their lives yet.

The festering sausage-fest of a troon Twitter they all live in, their boiling hatred for their mothers, the daily condemnations of cis women as inferior, seeing womanhood as nothing more than being mindless breedingstock ...

Everything about them screams incel. If Elliot Rodger hadn't killed himself, he would've trooned out and joined them.
 
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Everything about them screams incel. If Elliot Rodger hadn't killed himself, he would've trooned out and joined them.

You have a solid point. ER had everything going for him- good looking guy, rich dad, enough brains. I've seen way schlubbier dudes pull the hot sorority girl of ER's dreams, and charm is a learned skill.

I think the disconnect is that charm requires either an EXCELLENT memory, or genuine interest in other people. People will forgive you for being Hank Hill awkward if you ACTUALLY GIVE A DAMN.
 
I don't know if it's been posted already but
1° Apparently Bonnie's brother-in-law is selling his house, and some of that money will be going to him/the tranch. I don't know whether he'll also be getting an inheritance from his grandpa's death, but I'd assume he'd get something.
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2° They'll apparently be installing solar panels on the farm within a month or so, I speculate with Bonnie's pseudoinheritance money, then once that's done they'll be getting windmills on the farm as well.
Of course the first thing that comes to Kev's mind is how he can now play WoW literally all night now
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Last but not least, they've got nine fucking dogs in the house.
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I hope it's the in-laws money and not the recently passed on relative. Given, ya know. How much of a turbo twat he was about that entire thing.

9 fucking dogs though... Jesus Christ they must use the hoover at least twic- oh, who are we kidding, none of these skanks clean. The main house isn't even that big from what I gleaned looking over the real estate photos. Not "9 dogs sized" that's for sure.
 
"For better or for worse my father seems to be improving" makes Bonnie sound like a fucking vulture. "The old man isn't dying anymore so I won't get his money that I'm entitled to! Hope he croaks so I can buy more steaks and an epilator but definitely not dog food!"

Also way to dream of self-sufficiency while relying on your cis het white male relatives who make their money through property ownership. Troons can't even pretend to live up to their own warped ideals.

I hope his in-laws don't give him a cent. It's just throwing money into a bottomless (am) hole.
 
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