If you ever think I’m a good role model, just know this: I took a poison ivy plant and rubbed it all over this girl’s car that I hated in high school. Horrifically that same day, she was carpooling 3 other girls that I didn’t like to the mall. The next day they came in covered in rashes and had to give the pe teacher a note because it had spread in unsavory places.
And so did 3 of the football players.
You are the best role model what are you talking about
The gentle swaying, whipping, beating to and fro of her mother’s tail. The sound of it slapping against the wet rock as she contentedly skinned a carcass.
She knew the bones and guts and organs and meat of a man better than a face, a voice, a name, a mind, heart, soul. The only men she knows are…
Can we all stop pretending that LaVeyan Satanism has anything to do with actual Satanism already? It’s kind of embarrassing when you special snowflakes come along being all “But Satanism has nothing to do with actually worshipping the devil!” because you read an article on Cracked about it.
^^ THANK YOU
So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.
I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.
I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.
You probably got that kid beat for meddling in
I just Googled “Theistic Satanism Altar” and my first altar is the first link in the images page :) .
Wendigo Psychosis is a mental disorder in which a person intensely craves human flesh and thinks they are turning into a cannibal (despite an abundance of healthy food available). The most common response amongst the aboriginal communities in which wendigo psychosis was most prevalent, was curing attempts by traditional native healers or Western doctors. In the unusual cases when these attempts failed, and the Wendigo sufferer began either to threaten those around them or to act violently or anti-socially, they were then generally executed. While some have denied the existence of this disorder, there are a number of credible eyewitness accounts, both by aboriginal communities and by Westerners, that prove that Wendigo psychosis is a factual historical phenomenon.
Don’t worry you’ll fit……..I’ll make sure you fit.