No one else has a prayer on Farmville 3!

Damn, forgot my PornHare password again.

Bunnyhub.com went out of business when no users stayed on the website for more than 10 seconds.

A lucky WHAT? Lucky for who?

silly rabbit, clicks are for kids

Reminds me of saturday morning cartoons. Winner!

nothing quite like the stare of a black lab

Early in his research on evolution, Darwin came up with some unconventional tests

Bobo The Monkey challenging all comers to play heads up 4 rollerskates.

my apologies for neglecting the thread
krunic, yer up

As the morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the room, the atmosphere felt both tender and fragile. The clinking of dishes and the distant hum of life outside seemed to underscore the weight of the moment.

Her focus shifted away from the untouched croissant on her plate, her thoughts drifting towards the figure behind her. The man who had once been her confidant, her partner in laughter and shared dreams. But now, he sat just beyond her reach, his form blurry and indistinct, mirroring the state of their relationship.

With each sip of orange juice, a mix of sweetness and bitterness danced on her palate, much like the memories that flooded her mind. Her finger traced the rim of her glass absentmindedly, the cool touch a counterpoint to the complex swirl of emotions within her.

In his hand, he held a phone – a device that had gradually grown into a barrier, a divide between them. The conversations that used to flow seamlessly between them were now replaced with the distractions of the digital world. Long gone were the days when their eyes met and words flowed freely, unburdened by screens and notifications.

The croissant sat neglected, a symbol of the intimacy that had slipped away. The moments of connection and laughter they once shared had devolved into awkward silences and unspoken grievances. She found herself looking back often, as if hoping to catch a fleeting glimpse of the man she had fallen so deeply for, but he seemed to be fading, his edges blurring into obscurity.

As her gaze traveled over her shoulder, a mixture of longing and resignation settled in her chest. The conflicting emotions swirled like the patterns in her glass of orange juice – a tangle of what had been and what might never be again. She yearned for a resurgence of the passion that had once burned so brightly between them, a rekindling of the flame.

Yet, deep down, she understood that it was time to release the blurred figure of the man who no longer truly stood beside her. The decision was painful, but it was a necessary step towards self-preservation, an act of reclaiming her own identity.

Amidst the breakfast that had become a tableau of unspoken emotions, her inner monologue whispered, a blend of sadness and newfound strength: "I deserve a love that is clear, present, and unwavering. A love unclouded by distractions. A love that echoes the sunlight pouring through this window. It's time to turn away from the fading memories and step into the brightness of my own path."

Its a caption contest, not short story!

I know. It's interesting what ChatGPT will come up with when you describe the photo and ask it what the woman is thinking if this is a scene in a drama.

For an actual caption, how about: "I wonder if I can stab him to death with a croissant"

Let's be honest here, you copied that from Literotica.

Her thinking: "I bet he's looking at porn star sluts on Onlyfans. He's probably wishing he could leave me for some 22 year old whore from Orlando"

His thinking: "OMG, these YouTube shorts of people getting hit in the nuts are hilarious! I'm going to send this link to my bros."

So chatGPT wins? I guess Boomer can pick the next one.

ahoy matey, i hear she found your chocolate chips
it's lowball, next let's see how this cookie responds to the house toll
put 'em all on the felt and keep her levels by firing bullets straight until the cows come home
although seeing 'em in a glass might make you wish you milked your last bet instead of the bull

Fat Guy... One Cup...

Everything that hasn’t killed me yet

No, I said I wanted you to bring some MILFs to poker night!

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Chuck was determined to make his new game of Five Cookie Draw a success. First he would try to entice people with the perfect accompaniment: a cold glass of milk. But if that didn't work, there were more forceful ways.