So I'm eating dinner outside with my parents earlier today. We were on our back porch because my dad grilled some hotdogs and hamburgers. During our chitchat my parents start talking about our neighbors. There's a post-divorce single mom in the house behind ours in a suburban neighborhood. She has two kids in their low teens. Across the street, there is a post-divorcee man (I'll call Brad), also with two kids; young children.
I mention at one point that I have noticed Brad crossing the street, circumventing around our rather large yard, to the back of the roastie's house behind ours—while I've been reading or on my laptop on our side patio. My father gives me this snarky ass grin. He pauses long enough for me to react "What, are they fuckin or something?" He goes, "Yeah of course! He's been going over for a while now."
I'm thinking to myself what the fuck, how did these fucks even get to know each other, let alone start fucking? They live around the block of the neighborhood from us, with our house in between. They didn't know each other before, either they met while out walking in the neighborhood, or Brad knocked on the front door and was like ay bitch timma smash. It's infuriating how these cunts can just go from 0 to 100 somehow when I've tried considering a girl's interests and whatever back in my bluepilled days with no results. Shit just doesn't make sense to my touch-starved brain. Maybe that thread about the secret sex society is legit.
And it was even more enraging that my dad was acting like it was so obvious, as if I should have some fucky fuck degenerate-time radar in my brain. He knows my situation.
I oughta set somethin up next time Brad crosses MY FUCKING LAWN TO GO GET HIS DICK WET
Now that Im baked an chilled out I made a diagram to process this and show you boyos
I mention at one point that I have noticed Brad crossing the street, circumventing around our rather large yard, to the back of the roastie's house behind ours—while I've been reading or on my laptop on our side patio. My father gives me this snarky ass grin. He pauses long enough for me to react "What, are they fuckin or something?" He goes, "Yeah of course! He's been going over for a while now."
I'm thinking to myself what the fuck, how did these fucks even get to know each other, let alone start fucking? They live around the block of the neighborhood from us, with our house in between. They didn't know each other before, either they met while out walking in the neighborhood, or Brad knocked on the front door and was like ay bitch timma smash. It's infuriating how these cunts can just go from 0 to 100 somehow when I've tried considering a girl's interests and whatever back in my bluepilled days with no results. Shit just doesn't make sense to my touch-starved brain. Maybe that thread about the secret sex society is legit.
And it was even more enraging that my dad was acting like it was so obvious, as if I should have some fucky fuck degenerate-time radar in my brain. He knows my situation.
I oughta set somethin up next time Brad crosses MY FUCKING LAWN TO GO GET HIS DICK WET
Now that Im baked an chilled out I made a diagram to process this and show you boyos
