my father spent nine months on a milking table for the see see pee... for THIS??!
Look I'm all for doing whatever kinks make you happy at no one else's expense but how your dad gets himself off in a POW camp is not a relevant political argument.
Kid walks in on his Vet dad naked in the bathroom with a cord tied around his nuts.
"Dad! WTF!"
The Dad in a panic.
"Uhhhhh, son! This is something the Viet Cong did to me when I was a POW! I'm doing this to process the trauma."
"I thought you said you spend the war in West Germany? You showed me pictures of you at Oktoberfest."
"No! This is totally me processing trauma! Not a weird sex thing. Don't tell your mom!"
in fairness if you were going to pick that habit up anywhere it would be Berlin
Surely this person extends this argument to Israeli flags. Or Ukrainian flags. Or Italian flags outside a pizza restaurant. Surely.
my pop-pop didn't edge for 8 hours a day in Anzio for these goombahs to be hanging their fukin flag in my town!
He was supposed to pinch my leg if he was running short of air!
Well there's your problem, the standard protocol is to ball up your hand into a fist three times. No wonder your subs keep suffocating!
no kink shame, but i salute his commitment to busting.
Hold your fire, I've got to tie my balls to my chin for a sex thing!
McDonalds employee:
I'm sorry sir but we don't carry Frosties. That's Wendys. I can get you a McFlurry instead?
Me:
You mean my dad got his balls mangled and stomped on and tied in a knot like a Christmas bow for nothing?
Me when a telemarketer calls:
Really? You're calling me now? After what my dad's testicles went through in Iraq? My father got his dick blown off by an IED so that you wouldn't have to.
Me eating some spoiled food:
As the son of a POW this sickens me. Did you know my dad lost his dick in Iraq?
smdh I pay good money for this treatment and this mofo was getting it for free at the hanoi hilton.
The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any of the slopes were gonna get their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.
People are different. My dad works at Nintendo AND Microsoft. This guy's dad gets off with CBT in a POW camp.
Wow! I haven't seen this Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) technique before!
