Ligger nerbäddad i sängen och snörvlar och tittar på Efter 10 med Malou.
Dagens program handlar om Bloggande och de negativa effekterna.
Förtal, elakheter, mobbing, kränkningar osv
(hemskt att det finns sånt…)
Jag kan verkligen inte förstå hur man kan gå in på andras bloggar och skriva elaka saker!!!!
Är väl bara att ge F*N att gå in och kolla om man stör sig!!!
Dom bloggarna som jag går in på är för att få inspiration eller för att deras blogg på något annat sätt tilltalar mig.
Dock sträcker sig Yttrande friheten väldigt långt och Polisen måste misstänka Grovt Förtal för att kunna spåra upp varifrån insändarn kommer och göra något åt saken. Bäst vore om de olika Blogg Portalerna (och givetvis gemeneman) tog större ansvar och stänger av de bloggare som skriver allt för elaka inlägg och att alla kommentarer borde gå igenom något slags filter och inte publiceras om det står elakheter…
Nä, jag kan verkligen inte förstå vad det är för typ av människor som gör sådana elakheter!!!
Jag hoppas bara att dom som får eleka kommentarer bara skrattar åt dom
och inte tar åt sig!!
Blää….för att vara sjuk!
Har blivit det två gånger nu under ganska kort tid….hmm….not good!!!
Får nog börja äta Multivitamin igen för att försäkra mig att jag får i mig tillträckligt med vitaminer.
Blir till att ta det superlugnt idag med…BORING!!
Har förvisso en ”gjuttavla” som står och väntar. Tänkte göra varsitt tassavtryck av hundarna på den.
GUlligt va=)
Snörvel på er…..
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Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat. All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.
“But you didn’t though, did you, son?” “That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway.
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“I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom. “But you didn’t though, did you, son?”
“You have not fucked, have you, my son? Have you?” His father asks, as he readjusts the cock covered and swelling in his khaki pants. “I thought as much.”
“I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower.
“What are ya now, by the way?”
“I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.”
“That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway.
His father’s words are what he hears when he erupts. His cum streaming like liquid threads from the pee-hole of his rigid cock.