@ponyPal — #nsfw
You, at a coffee shop: I hope I can get a black coffee today. Guy directly in front of you in line: Let me go ahead and tell you my life story. My wife is fuckin' the mailtroll and the only thing that can help me cope is addin' 12 shots of caramel to a non-biodegradable cup of bullshit. Dude behind you: I'm gonna blow up the bathroom right before someone else needs to use it, I've been saving this toe curler since last night. Guy behind the counter: This cock cage is turning my shit purple.
Alright, so, crash course on Chittr culture and what it means to be a numbers-obsessed energy vampire. Episode 1, chapter 1: Plato's allegoony of the cave. The users of Chittr are aroused not by the presence of actual contact, but by the illusion of it. (See pictured: the ignorant dipshit manhandles himself to the implication of someone else's pleasure, despite no evidence that a second person is legitimately engaging in any kind of fondle exercises.) Really makes you think, right?
