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(58 Likes) Why are people carrying baby Yoda dolls and acting like real babies?
lit – Baby Yoda wins, hands down. But apparently… still Baby Yoda. Porgs are cute, but Baby Yoda is cute on another level. Those circle-sized eyes, X-winged ears, and three-digit gloves are cute enough to melt any heart, even if one of them is hidden behind Beskar.
(56 Likes) So you went out and invested in a luxury silicone sex doll?
Didn’t you go out and invest in a luxury silicone sex doll? Perfect choice! You’ve got off to a strong start and have already completed the first step in this guide. Yet once you have your baby, what can be done to make your experience as realistic and life-like as possible? here how am i
(94 Likes) Are there still people on eBay trying to scam them by selling pictures of something instead of the real thing, or tiny doll furniture as the real deal?
What they hope for is that the transaction is completed before they realize that the payment you initially received from them failed or was returned and the Mini Sex Doll never spent a penny and also the amount you returned to them is safe in a different safe. account and you also have the item on it. This is a win-win for the scammer and a lose-lose for you. I would recommend sending the excess back to them immediately via the refund link on ebay/paypal or using it.
(99 Likes) What were the weird things you did when you were bored when you were in the military?
He came out of AIT and was pushing the Blackhawks domestically just months after finishing training. About 6 weeks after we arrived, we went outside the wires to a local gravel pit for the Small Arms Exercise. Shortly after we finished our first firing iteration and settled on an MRE lunch, we were overrun with Gypsy kids. Not to reinforce stereotypes, but thieves are little bastards and they’re very good at it. In the confusion, my Kevlar helmet was stolen along with a few other items in our gear pile because the PFC protecting it was distracted. We returned to base and I submitted the paperwork for the field loss to my team leader, as it should have been, and I forgot. A month or so later we had an inventory of equipment and my Kevlar was missing. Enter my Team Sergeant, a self-centered space student and first-class scumbag. He had forgotten to file my field loss paperwork, and now he had nothing to blame for the lost equipment. Rather than admit his mistake, he threw me under the bus and claimed that I had never told him and that he must have “lost” my $1,000 helmet. My team leader got angry because he personally handed him my field loss papers. As a result, I was forced to pay $1000 for a helmet and was given a month’s watch duty. Second, it would turn out to be a serious mistake on his part. Distribution is often extremely tedious. I took all this stuffiness and made it my life’s duty to get revenge on this guy for swiping me a thousand dollars. I slept with him in many ways, two of which are worth retelling. I may have overdone it a little. I am an INFOSEC professional and was before I enlisted. So I commissioned a friend who had a 2-way radio set and started fiddling with him using NETSEND messaging. (This was in early 2000 and the rules were more lax) He had a habit of watching pornography on his government computer while eating donuts at his CONEX. I spied on my friend with some binocs and relayed their behavior to me over the radio so I could contextualize their messages. It would start with something like this: “Monitoring pornography is against Department of Defense policies and will be prosecuted if found… Etc.” My friend would say, “He just blew up and got another donut.” Next message: “Hey big head, don’t blow me up, drop the bun, wipe the candy off your uniform and get out of Playboy. Don’t make me report you.” It went on like this for several weeks, until he searched for hidden cameras in his CONEX and called base operations to have him confess to his pornography viewing habits. Eventually, he was hospitalized in Germany for an anxiety attack due to concerns that he was showing signs of “paranoia.” Wayne Newton visited him, did the basic newspaper at Ramstein AFB. However, I was still unsatisfied as he occasionally fucked our entire platoon in various ways. On my way to Hungary, I visited the most disgusting sex shop I could find (much worse than I expected, Hungarians are apparently very strange) during my undeserved sentry duty, devised by a diabolical and well-imagined plan. The mind tends to wander while staring at a pitch dark line of trees for 10+ hours. Unfortunately for him, he had given me a good reason to go in a fruitful direction, his direction. You see, the base defenders were special forces and had a sickly sense of humor. I became good friends with most of them during my extra duty. As a result, when their involvement in laying out my plan became somewhat enthusiastic, I was able to involve them in the realization of my revenge fantasy. A sick sense of humor often finds a common cause in the Ministry. While she was at the sex shop, I bought the magazine “Granny Tranny” (her real name), a bottle of lidocaine-infused lubricant, and a clear double-ended jelly dildo longer than my arm and purple in circumference. These items were neatly secured to the bottom of my gym bag, which I knew wouldn’t be searched because it was in searchers. They privately searched my bag when we got back to base to make sure we were following the rules. There’s no rule against dildos but that would ruin the surprise if I got “caught” in public during a random bag check. My weapon selection has received a lot of praise. I kept this shit in the BDOC locker until we redeployed to the states. My time on watch was tight in the execution of my plan, my PSG was the architect of its own demise. I knew the routine, and so after everyone had packed up and left it in the Barracks room for the details to load, I found myself in the PSG’s room with a key from a disgruntled roommate (my team leader). I continued sex doll black hair Half-filled bottle of oil, magazines that I splashed with water/oil to make it look well-used, and more double-ended beasties in one of your bags. (There may have been one or three dildo sword fights by bored BDOC personnel on the night shift, one of which may or may not have included the dildo->face version of a slap fight between two bored SF e-6s, rendering one of them unconscious…) Later I steamed the outside of their bags with cooking sauce diluted with water to make sure the dope dogs warn them. You see, all our stuff is on its way for us, worth a whole battalion, as we stood in the parade in front of our moving plane, the base defense team crushed our bags before loading the plane. All that was found led to the criminal being called in front of the entire battalion, as their shit was spilled on the ground and searched. On arrival in PSG’s bags the dogs were strongly warned that no food (cooking sauce) was allowed. I swear Karma was in on the joke because she couldn’t have played better if she had been rehearsed. The first bag they threw away wasn’t cash, but unsurprisingly, she had tried to break the rules herself and had local coffee and crackers in her bag. He was nervous and speaking quickly in a nervous tone, they didn’t need to rummage through their other bags because it was all he had. In fact, she jumped in front of the oncoming phallus bus, pretending she was desperate for the whole world so they wouldn’t search for her other bags. While one of my friends was explaining to him that this wasn’t the case, the other friend shouted at the top of his lungs with a drill instructor’s voice: “Oh my God, Top, what is this?!?!” As he was kidding, he made sure to dramatically whip the meter-plus-double-end duffel bag and hold the Excalibur over his head as if he were pulling it out of stone. It took a second for my SF buddies to realize what the battalion was as they swung overhead, but when they did, the result was a complete loss of all battalion-wide military discipline. People were sitting on the floor because they were laughing too hard to stand up. When my battalion commander recovered, his BDUs had an obvious pee stain and he wasn’t alone. On top of that, my core defense buddies, after months of pranking each other with that dildo, were engaging in an impromptu comedy routine describing the best material they had. As soon as people start packing, schedule them to pull another item from their gym bag and double the misery/fun. “What the fuck Top, why is there lidocaine in this oil?” “Dude, look at that monstrous dildo. You’re going to need it.” “What I want to know is why it’s double ended? Who’s your battle buddy Top?” *gagging* “GRANNY TRANNY? Really?!?! What’s going on?!?!” *more violent gag* “Eww, dude, the damn pages are stuck together.” My platoon sergeant began to stammer incoherently at the words, “I swear I don’t know where it came from, it’s not mine.” It was the color of a well-cooked Maine lobster. When we got back to the states, he dropped the retirement package instead of the promotion he mentioned. Served right up to him, no shit worth of petty officers would throw their soldiers under the bus to cover them up. donkey. That’s what officers are for. This joke became a legend in our union for a while. I’ve never succumbed to it, and officially no one “knows” who did it. However, one inspection at a time during my stay in that unit, someone managed to shove a dildo into my gym bag.
(27 Likes) If anyone uses my sex toy robot without my permission, will it be a crime? Have I been attacked?
? Is the robot less valuable? Can’t make cheap Sex Dolls work as intended? Need repair, replacement or cleaning? Have you had to spend money on alternatives due to loss of consortium? Has his reputation been tarnished? If so, it could be a civilian sex doll black hair ace. Depending on where you live and your losses, damage can be criminal, like damage to a car. However, many places have laws regarding the book.
