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Cake day: February 4th, 2024

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  • Listen, sport, what you don’t understand is that you can be a great mechanic, but that doesn’t mean that you know SHIT about the race. Fact is, you’re gonna just carefully turn your corners, brake when you should accelerate, and stay in the pit when you could be circling those losers on two broken axles. Yeah, sure, you risk a little spinout once in a while. You just gotta get the car back straight and get in the race again. And yeah, you might crash. That’s why you wear a flame-retardant suit. And yeah, the fiery explosion might kill, maim, and injure all the fans, their children, burn all the small defenceless animals in the vicinity, and the resulting pollutants will likely give cancer to the staff & crew. But that’s what the insurance is for! And yeah, it’s expensive, but y’all got to get together and pool your money, or else people in the racing seat don’t get their trophies for winning, or exorbitant salaries as consolation prizes.















  • I, too, once indulged these scenarios to get the human contact I craved. My mother no longer lavished me with her form of affection - violence - so I had to rely on the only motherly and fatherly figures I had. The prom king and queen to be. It made me feel like the prom prince when they would hold me while making me bob for crapples (swirlies,) get me to join sports like dunking me into a trash can, or even just some good old fashioned cuddles like being choke slammed.

    Unfortunately, nothing good lasts forever, as they moved away for college. I, being too socially inundated by my vast intellect to thrive in such a human interfacing, had to stay behind and pursue my cultural studies (hentai) and strenuous mental conditioning (nofapping.)