Instale o Steam
iniciar sessão
|
idioma
简体中文 (Chinês simplificado)
繁體中文 (Chinês tradicional)
日本語 (Japonês)
한국어 (Coreano)
ไทย (Tailandês)
Български (Búlgaro)
Čeština (Tcheco)
Dansk (Dinamarquês)
Deutsch (Alemão)
English (Inglês)
Español-España (Espanhol — Espanha)
Español-Latinoamérica (Espanhol — América Latina)
Ελληνικά (Grego)
Français (Francês)
Italiano (Italiano)
Bahasa Indonesia (Indonésio)
Magyar (Húngaro)
Nederlands (Holandês)
Norsk (Norueguês)
Polski (Polonês)
Português (Portugal)
Română (Romeno)
Русский (Russo)
Suomi (Finlandês)
Svenska (Sueco)
Türkçe (Turco)
Tiếng Việt (Vietnamita)
Українська (Ucraniano)
Relatar um problema com a tradução
This should be self-explanatory but apparently, I have to justify myself.
There's nothing more feminine than using a product on your body. Makeup is 100% feminine and by the same logic, so is wiping your ass. I haven't wiped my ass in about 4 years, and I've NEVER had any issues. My digestive system is in the top 1% in terms of regularity, functionality, and performance, and I've never once felt the need to "clean up" after myself.
If you ♥♥♥♥, and you need to wipe, you've got an emasculated GI tract and that's your own issue. Man up and get your ♥♥♥♥ (literally) together.
A gap between the thighs, emptiness. A blank space where there should be something to fill the void, but there's nothing.
Then a slit as if someone snipped the flesh with scissors. This gooey mess once it's widened just a little bit. It looks painful and infected, flesh rubbing on flesh, a mouth without teeth.
I don't understand it but something deep in me desires it and wants nothing more than to taste and touch it with every sensory instrument I own.
brb= better redistribute bread
lol= let's overthrow landlords
smh= seize means of production, hurry!
tbh= take back housing
stfu= support the factory union
tfw= tyranny-free workplaces
rofl= revolution's on for later?
idc= international democratic confederalism
btw= bourgeoisie trample workers