He’s not famous. He’s a very private person. Naming him would do no good. It would be like naming your next door neighbor. Nobody knows him.
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Eugenia Cooney’s stomach, probably.
I know one person IRL who was a frequenter of Little St John Island, aka Epstein Island. Wealthy man who made that trip regularly. He was not particularly attractive but he was wealthy. This is the place old wealthy men would go to get sexual satisfaction when nobody else will give it to them.
I always try to keep my privacy settings to “full paranoia” too. And livid that with each mandatory software update, Big Brother removes all my privacy settings 😠
His day is already ruined standing there doing nothing while wearing uncomfortable clothes. Go out and live a little!
If this is true, OOP probably had some long unresolved trauma and/or underlying guilt religious indoctrination or obesity, low self-esteem or depression or something similar holding him back for that long. Not sure if this greentext was a word-for-word quoted conversation between a real-life patient & therapist, but if so, that therapist’s credentials need to be revoked. More likely the conversation was an imaginary one from some OOP’s lazy self-deprecating imagination.
Yeah even I’m a beautiful girl and I was just laying here an hour ago thinking how much I want to have sex right now but the problem is when there’s nobody compatible around to have sex with. That’s the problem.
Edit: added the word compatible.
I zoomed in to see Dad more clearly and the first words that came to my mind “Dad’s a choad.” Whatever that means.
Thank you. This is amazing and hilarious. I wonder if the smiling duck was photoshopped into the top photo?
Aw I wanted to zoom in and inspect the little footprints more closely but sad low-res image. Zoom back out for happy duck.








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He’s my friend. I’m not going to doxx him on the internet under the meaningless pressure of some Lemmy stranger. He & I spent a whole year together having fun & biking & yoga & paddle boarding & swimming. The moment you begin to mean more to me than he does, then we’ll talk.