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Bossroach said: 

Xadem said: 

Bossroach said: 

scarlett95 said: 

spite said: 

I'm the only one grossed out by the fact she squished a rodents insides out between her bare toes? Ok

No, you're not the only one. Jim also seems to think I like to literally crush tiny animals to feel powerful, and that I'm a sadistic psycho like my rapist ex claims. Although Jim didn't claim to be grossed out by it so maybe you are the only one. But you're not alone Spite, we're here for you if you wanna talk about it.

 You spun that against spite very well, good job. You def not look like an animal crushing psycho now.

 It's alright Jim. You fell for it, big whoop. We all let our guard down sometimes 

 I think scar already likes you, you don't have to do all this. Just get her tiger

 Lol stfu you lovable rascal 

i killed a mouse once too

scarlett95 said: 

spite said: 

I'm the only one grossed out by the fact she squished a rodents insides out between her bare toes? Ok

No, you're not the only one. Jim also seems to think I like to literally crush tiny animals to feel powerful, and that I'm a sadistic psycho like my rapist ex claims. Although Jim didn't claim to be grossed out by it so maybe you are the only one. But you're not alone Spite, we're here for you if you wanna talk about it.

 Fine. I always thought grape stomping for wine was disgusting, as a child just the thought nauseated me. I hated playing in the dirt, the mud, the sand, I hated finger painting, I hated touching anything I deemed "messy." I have always hated messes. Now imagine for a second, it's the evening after a hot summer afternoon in Italy.. you roll up your Italian work jeans to your knees and remove your shoes in order to thoroughly crush that vat filled with ripe grapes. Imagine now, the feeling of the pulpy slop forced between your toss with every stomp, the pungent smell, the stains everywhere, the squelching sound, the mess.. now replace the grapes with mice.

spite said: 

scarlett95 said: 

spite said: 

I'm the only one grossed out by the fact she squished a rodents insides out between her bare toes? Ok

No, you're not the only one. Jim also seems to think I like to literally crush tiny animals to feel powerful, and that I'm a sadistic psycho like my rapist ex claims. Although Jim didn't claim to be grossed out by it so maybe you are the only one. But you're not alone Spite, we're here for you if you wanna talk about it.

 Fine. I always thought grape stomping for wine was disgusting, as a child just the thought nauseated me. I hated playing in the dirt, the mud, the sand, I hated finger painting, I hated touching anything I deemed "messy." I have always hated messes. Now imagine for a second, it's the evening after a hot summer afternoon in Italy.. you roll up your Italian work jeans to your knees and remove your shoes in order to thoroughly crush that vat filled with ripe grapes. Imagine now, the feeling of the pulpy slop forced between your toss with every stomp, the pungent smell, the stains everywhere, the squelching sound, the mess.. now replace the grapes with mice.

  And then you became the one thing you hated most the most ya fucken mess.

Edit: lol wait, scar did you actually kill the mouse tho.

bongripper420 said: 

There's an expectation of humans by other humans to be better than other animals.

Cats toy with and kill mice all the time, but they're not judged because "they're a cat." They're known to be different and that their minds don't work the same, but isn't that the case for psychopaths too? They're not the same as other humans, so why are they judged the same?

spite said: 

scarlett95 said: 

spite said: 

I'm the only one grossed out by the fact she squished a rodents insides out between her bare toes? Ok

No, you're not the only one. Jim also seems to think I like to literally crush tiny animals to feel powerful, and that I'm a sadistic psycho like my rapist ex claims. Although Jim didn't claim to be grossed out by it so maybe you are the only one. But you're not alone Spite, we're here for you if you wanna talk about it.

 Fine. I always thought grape stomping for wine was disgusting, as a child just the thought nauseated me. I hated playing in the dirt, the mud, the sand, I hated finger painting, I hated touching anything I deemed "messy." I have always hated messes. Now imagine for a second, it's the evening after a hot summer afternoon in Italy.. you roll up your Italian work jeans to your knees and remove your shoes in order to thoroughly crush that vat filled with ripe grapes. Imagine now, the feeling of the pulpy slop forced between your toss with every stomp, the pungent smell, the stains everywhere, the squelching sound, the mess... 

You get me. 

Lena said: 

spite said: 

scarlett95 said: 

spite said: 

I'm the only one grossed out by the fact she squished a rodents insides out between her bare toes? Ok

No, you're not the only one. Jim also seems to think I like to literally crush tiny animals to feel powerful, and that I'm a sadistic psycho like my rapist ex claims. Although Jim didn't claim to be grossed out by it so maybe you are the only one. But you're not alone Spite, we're here for you if you wanna talk about it.

 Fine. I always thought grape stomping for wine was disgusting, as a child just the thought nauseated me. I hated playing in the dirt, the mud, the sand, I hated finger painting, I hated touching anything I deemed "messy." I have always hated messes. Now imagine for a second, it's the evening after a hot summer afternoon in Italy.. you roll up your Italian work jeans to your knees and remove your shoes in order to thoroughly crush that vat filled with ripe grapes. Imagine now, the feeling of the pulpy slop forced between your toss with every stomp, the pungent smell, the stains everywhere, the squelching sound, the mess.. now replace the grapes with mice.

  And then you became the one thing you hated most the most ya fucken mess.

 

Edit: lol wait, scar did you actually kill the mouse tho.

Alena calling anyone else a mess.. 

spite said: 

 

Lena said: 

spite said: 

scarlett95 said: 

spite said: 

I'm the only one grossed out by the fact she squished a rodents insides out between her bare toes? Ok

No, you're not the only one. Jim also seems to think I like to literally crush tiny animals to feel powerful, and that I'm a sadistic psycho like my rapist ex claims. Although Jim didn't claim to be grossed out by it so maybe you are the only one. But you're not alone Spite, we're here for you if you wanna talk about it.

 Fine. I always thought grape stomping for wine was disgusting, as a child just the thought nauseated me. I hated playing in the dirt, the mud, the sand, I hated finger painting, I hated touching anything I deemed "messy." I have always hated messes. Now imagine for a second, it's the evening after a hot summer afternoon in Italy.. you roll up your Italian work jeans to your knees and remove your shoes in order to thoroughly crush that vat filled with ripe grapes. Imagine now, the feeling of the pulpy slop forced between your toss with every stomp, the pungent smell, the stains everywhere, the squelching sound, the mess.. now replace the grapes with mice.

  And then you became the one thing you hated most the most ya fucken mess.

 

Edit: lol wait, scar did you actually kill the mouse tho.

Alena calling anyone else a mess.. 

 My glass house shattered long ago, flinging rocks is all I do now.

spite said: 

scarlett95 said: 

spite said: 

I'm the only one grossed out by the fact she squished a rodents insides out between her bare toes? Ok

No, you're not the only one. Jim also seems to think I like to literally crush tiny animals to feel powerful, and that I'm a sadistic psycho like my rapist ex claims. Although Jim didn't claim to be grossed out by it so maybe you are the only one. But you're not alone Spite, we're here for you if you wanna talk about it.

 Fine. I always thought grape stomping for wine was disgusting, as a child just the thought nauseated me. I hated playing in the dirt, the mud, the sand, I hated finger painting, I hated touching anything I deemed "messy." I have always hated messes. Now imagine for a second, it's the evening after a hot summer afternoon in Italy.. you roll up your Italian work jeans to your knees and remove your shoes in order to thoroughly crush that vat filled with ripe grapes. Imagine now, the feeling of the pulpy slop forced between your toss with every stomp, the pungent smell, the stains everywhere, the squelching sound, the mess.. now replace the grapes with mice.