his mind was like an intel i3 but his pussy was like an RTX 4090. his body was an Asus ROG and his ass was like 4gb ddr4 ram. but god help you if he did that thing with his disc drive.
b…..but…i dont think that will fit in my PCIe x4 slot its too small and tight
theres a market for nerd porn and no one is delivering
Neither are you this is some weak shit. Asus ROG *what?* Asus ROG Strix Z790 Gaming Wi-Fi? Also, i3s are efficient yet powerful. You wanna call him a stupid motherfucker you hit ‘em with the Celeron, dawg. “Gracemont lookin’ ass motherfucker. All E-cores up in that passively cooled head of yours.” That said, “his pussy was like an RTX 4090,” is fantastic, even if extremely unintentionally in all likelihood. Because that pussy so fire it makes you melt, unless you’re willing to take him by force, make him yours, thrust nice and deep and make him *feel* your love, feel the connection between you. On that note any cute trans guys hmu if you’re a cool person I now desire you carnally this is my audition for the kinds of things I can make you cum to.
go to this random coordinates generator and say in the tags how you would fare if you were dropped where it generates without warning. i’ll go first i’d be dropped in the middle of the fucking south atlantic ocean and perish
It’s always important to ask kids “what do you mean?” before potentially getting offended. Like the time a kid told me, dramatically, that he was homophobic. When asked what he meant, he told me he couldn’t breathe in crowded places.
Parts of the country where self-service gas pumping is illegal.
I didn’t know about New Jersey’s law so imagine my shock when a pump jockey sprinted at my car and kicked my door shut when I tried to get out to get gas. I rolled down my window and asked him “Is there a law against pumping your own gas or something?” And he looked at me like I’M nuts and just said “…yes?”
okay but imagine this in the reverse. when i left new jersey as a driver for the first time and sat in my car for about ten minutes wondering where the attendant was until a nice man tapped on my window and just said the words “New Jersey?” and when I nodded he told me to get out of the car so he could teach me how to pump gas (and nicely didn’t laugh at me when I shot gas out of the nozzle across the side of my car).
me and the boys (all from new jersey) went on a road trip out of state and had to get gas and it ended up being sort of a Group Puzzle for the gang as we huddled around the gas pump and nozzle and tank and whatnot. just picture five people standing around the gas tank opening like its part of an escape room. it was very silly.
