I'll offer the contract up to the stormcucks then.
It's inalienable. It's yours. And in fact, since you have complained about divorce laws being lax, maybe that should be changed as well - so you won't be able to get out of it easily when you condemn others for it.
There's no such thing, unless you own a time machine. And even then it's blissful ignorance rather than real joy.
Real joy is complaining about women on the internet 24/7?
I'll offer the contract up to the stormcucks then.
There's no such thing, unless you own a time machine. And even then it's blissful ignorance rather than real joy.
If you agree to go away I think storm"literal opposite of cucks" would be more than happy to send a wife pic or censored cert your way.
Nobody wants to see the land whale they married.
Imp I think your birth was God's way of taking the concept of irony and giving it a physical form for us to witness.
I'm not arguing. You didn't even understand what I was saying.
I said the contract to kill me if I get deluded enough to consider marriage could be passed to the pathetic simps.
It's inalienable. It's yours. And in fact, since you have complained about divorce laws being lax, maybe that should be changed as well - so you won't be able to get out of it easily when you condemn others for it.
Real joy is complaining about women on the internet 24/7?
I meant the contract for killing me if I ever think about marriage seriously.
What I mean is that going back to the 50s would just be enveloping yourself in a delusion.
You will one day marry.
Certainly not the 50s, unless you mean the 1750s.
God no. I'd sooner slit my wrists, and I mean that.
Ehh, most of the cucks love the 1950s.