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This has really big "your super dramatic aunt vague posting on Facebook about how she hates drama unlike SOME PEOPLE" energy.
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Penny's starting to remind me of that sheriff from Preacher. Any second he's going to start shooting at the sky and scream about martian niggers while his exes tell him 4 inches is below average.The fuck is going on over there? It must be something at least semi based in reality if they're going to actually waste money on body armor. Maybe someone parked outside of their neighbor again.
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It means Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, and it's what all of you need seven days a week until you're halfway human again!!!
(I know what it means in this context. I wish I didn't.)
Tranny Jonestown: don't take the hormonesOutside we've got Penny and Bonnie, barely competent, mounting paranoia, sleep deprived. Inside we've got a bunch of gelded useless fools quivering in a heap. We may end up with something more like Tranny Jonestown than Tranny Waco.
Sounds like one of Kevin's totally true uwu sex dreams to me. The horrible transphobes cry with surprise as they grow breasts and cat ears... and realise their bigotry was just jealousy of the way-hotter-than-the-cis tranchers all along... and it all ends in a beautiful sapphic catgirl orgy of cracked eggs (though not the chickens', which are still frozen solid). Kevin finally gets fucked in his vag 2021. The end.explosive HRTs ready
Then the sequel comes: Kevin wakes up after the best sex he's ever had (as he was a virgin up to this point) to face a horrible realization: the HRT worked too well and the evil cis bigots have been transformed into TRUE AND HONEST wahmen! The strange alchemical HRT had combined with the collective amhole fumes and somehow turned the Y chromosome of the cis bigots into another X! And the troons are unaffected! Can Kevin, Bonnie, Jen, Penny, and their new friend Hailey the Overopressed Clown defeat the new TERF army they accidentally created? Or will the alpacas of Tenacious Unicorn Ranch experience the sweet taste of freedom? Find out in our newest serial: HORRORS FROM THE TENACIOUS UNICORN RANCH! Coming to an AMHOLE station near you!Sounds like one of Kevin's totally true uwu sex dreams to me. The horrible transphobes cry with surprise as they grow breasts and cat ears... and realise their bigotry was just jealousy of the way-hotter-than-the-cis tranchers all along... and it all ends in a beautiful sapphic catgirl orgy of cracked eggs (though not the chickens', which are still frozen solid). Kevin finally gets fucked in his vag 2021. The end.
Got the testosterone in an uproar there.They are shaking in their boots.
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The meltdown continue.
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You eat the bacon-wrapped steak and start to feel drowsy, hearing giggling as you lose consciousness and pass out. You wake up six hours later naked in a bathtub with a horse dildo up your ass. You feel something looking at you in the corner of your eye and see THIS peeking at you from the bathroom doorFrankly, I would love to spend a weekend in the mountains with The Boys, rolling around in a beat up pickup, blasting My Neck, My Back, brandishing weaponry, shooting Tannerite, cooking steak in a filthy kitchen, and LARPing as hard as possible.
I mean, anyone could just dress as a delivery driver- those big branded box trucks don't deal with lumpy dirt roads very well, so they probably get packages delivered by unmarked vans or even just random dudes in trucks. If they're using a PO box for packages instead, you could slip a package into their PO box pretty easily, given that all the locals fucking hate them and there are probably a very limited number of places to get a PO box in their local area. They've been thoroughly researched and doxxed, so getting the label right would be trivial, and Kevin doesn't need any encouragement to tear a package open ASAP and get his dopamine rush. Exact postage is a LOT easier in the modern age, cheap plastic crap from China smells weird anyway, and nearly ALL Amazon-type packages these days have weird balance and more tape than necessary.Because of who makes them and how they are made, some package and letter bombs can be recognized as suspicious -- are at least highly unusual. Here are a number of indicators to look for. After each indicator, in parentheses, is speculation as to why bombs often show such obvious indicators.
- No return address, return address is different from location where mailed, or mailed from an unusual or unknown location. (Bomb may be made in one location and then given to a different person to mail it.)
- Incorrect spelling, address is poorly typed, address has an incorrect title or uses only your title and no name. (The people who make and send these bombs often have limited knowledge about you, are poorly educated, or are poor typists.)
- Restrictive markings such as Confidential or Personal. (The goal is to try to get you to open it personally).
- Excessive postage (This happens because the sender is afraid to take the bomb package to the post office to be weighed).
- Unusual odor. (Many explosives used by terrorists smell like shoe polish or almonds.)
- Oily stains on the package, or protruding wires, string, or tin foil. (Sloppy, amateur effort or perhaps made to look like a bomb just to scare and intimidate you.)
- Package has unusual size, shape, weight, or balance of weight in the package. Envelope is rigid or the contents are lopsided or uneven. (Size, shape, and weight are whatever is needed to accommodate the explosive device within.)
- Excessive string or tape to secure the package. (The maker of the bomb has a natural urge to make certain the package doesn't come open accidentally.)