I love jumping off roofs. In our city, there's this activity where you jump off roofs with safety ropes. The people who organize it give you a piece of paper before the jump stating that they are not responsible for injuries and all that. Well, a year ago I went there again, and besides me, there was a couple in love; they wanted to jump together. I was standing behind them in line. They were properly harnessed, and given the command that they could jump. They held hands and jumped on the count of three. The girl's rope broke, she fell, and her boyfriend was left hanging. She didn't die immediately; she lay there with a crushed head, looking up at her boyfriend for almost a minute, and he was screaming. I don't jump off roofs anymore. P.S. Nobody else from our group jumps off roofs anymore either.

My friend told me that she periodically cheats on her husband, and I listened without much interest, well, it happens. And yesterday she called me and described in detail how her lover had sex with her in every possible way… I'm shocked, why would I need to know that? And after the conversation, she sends me a picture of his penis… I don't even know why I need so many details? Maybe it's an advertisement?...

We've been together for a year and a half. We live in love, we've gone through a lot of crap together, our sex life is incredibly varied, in terms of positions, anal sex, etc., there are almost no taboos. He's seen me terribly sick, with diarrhea, vomiting, drunk… I know everything about him, we do everything that comes to mind. But he's embarrassed to shave his testicles in front of me and locks himself in the bathroom every time. What kind of secret ritual is this?!

I work in emergency medical services, and it's hard to surprise me. But this spring we examined a corpse in a wooded area, a girl, apparently a suicide or mentally ill. She left home at the end of February, and in April she thawed out in the forest, dressed in a light dress, sneakers and a Panama hat, with a drawing album, several pencils and pens. The album contained two or three pages of drawings — snowdrifts, bare trees, a snow-covered field with a chain of footprints and a sunset. She went into the forest in winter almost without clothes and drew the snow until she froze to death.

It was a long time ago. I became interested in palmistry. And it came easily to me. Reading people's fate from their hands, their past, present and future. Not seeing everything as it is in reality, but let's say, the vector of direction and the possible date of an event with an accuracy of up to a year. So I decided to learn to find signs of death in addition to simple signs. I succeeded, but I didn't attach much importance to it until I looked at my friends' hands one day. Two of them (a guy and a girl) were supposed to die in a car accident, and one was supposed to drown. And all in the near future. I warned them and told them to be more careful. A month later, the couple died in a head-on collision with a truck on the highway. And the guy drowned while drunk that same summer. After that, I quit, and I'm still shaking when I think about it.

Yesterday my mom said she had never watched porn in her life… so she suggested we watch some in the evening, since I'm a grown-up daughter now… I thought my mom had just had too much to drink, but no, she's asking for the same thing again today. What should I do, show her porn?! And what kind?

I was friends with a semen enthusiast. She was so obsessed with its taste that she didn't miss a single, let's say, available drop. She not only gave her boyfriend oral sex, but also squeezed semen out of condoms and ate it. She wasn't a «semen priestess,» meaning she didn't cheat on her boyfriend. However, at every opportunity, at parties and in clubs, she would ask acquaintances for their used condoms with semen. And they often gave them to her, some even for money. I asked her why she needed it, and the answer was: «Semen tastes good, that's all.» Well… to each their own.

When my brother was breaking up with his girlfriend in a big fight, and she was moving out of his apartment, he ejaculated into her shampoo, and she put pubic hair in his loose-leaf tea. It's not surprising that they got back together after a while – you'd have to search far and wide to find two such idiots.

For our 3rd anniversary, I was given socks, SOCKS! The most ordinary, cheap socks! When I opened the «gift» with a suspicious look on my face, something fell out of one of them and rolled under the sofa. Suppressing my righteous anger, I crawled after it, and there, covered in dust, lay a beautiful engagement ring! I crawled out, looked, and this miracle was kneeling with a blissful smile and saying: «Dobby wants to have a master!» It was both funny and sad.

I live with real pigs! My mother has let herself go so much that the hair on her legs is 2 centimeters long! She only showers when she needs to leave the house, which is very rarely. And the most disgusting thing is that she has farted up her bedroom so badly that it's practically impossible to go in there.

My stepfather washes himself once every three weeks. When he walks by, he leaves a trail of sweaty stench. And yet, they complain about why I shower every day, saying it's too often.

My friend is incredibly jealous, constantly checking her husband's phone, calling him from other people's numbers and offering to meet up, always searching his things «hoping» to find condoms or something else. Her latest test was spraying his jacket with my perfume and confronting her husband, wanting to see his reaction and how he would justify himself. But what happened was something she definitely didn't expect – he confessed to cheating. She checked too much...

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