She shattered my world the day I dropped to one knee for her.

There I was, heart pounding, palms sweaty, clutching a ring and a bouquet of roses, ready to give her my everything. And what did I get? Silence. Two agonizing hours later, a cold, gut-punching text: "We’re done. I don’t love you anymore." Later, I found out the brutal truth—she’d run off to some bastard that very day. Didn’t need a ring, didn’t need promises; he just took what he wanted, fucked her, and tossed her aside. But me? I’m scarred with every damn detail. Forever burned into my soul.
#heartbreak #betrayal #pain #revenge

Backdoor Blunder: A Rude Awakening

I swore off porn the second I dared to dive into the world of anal escapades. On screen, it’s all smooth sailing—pure ecstasy, effortless thrusts, and everyone’s grinning like it’s a goddamn breeze. Reality, though? A brutal slap in the face. First, I nearly shat myself from the searing pain as my guy went to town, and then, oh hell, I actually did—crapped right on the damn bed. What a shitty disaster!
#epicfail #awkward #RealityCheck #ohshit

**Backdoor Innocence**

Back when I was pure and dating this slick bastard, he spun me a wild tale. He claimed that to ditch my virginity without a shred of pain, I needed to dive into the deep end—anal first. The more I took it, the smoother the ride would be later, or so he swore. Yeah, he sweet-talked me straight into backdoor action. We went at it hardcore for about three months until we crashed and burned. Lost my real cherry to another guy later on. Holy hell, the pain was unreal! Now, I don’t trust a damn word from any guy’s mouth.
#firsttime #betrayal #lessonslearned #trustissues

I fucked up big time and cheated on my wife.

She found out, packed her shit, and left me in the dust, blocking me on every damn platform. And then it hit me like a punch to the gut—there’s no one in this world closer to me than her. I’m lost, clueless about how to win her back, what words to spew, or what moves to make. She and our son—they’re my whole damn universe. The fling? I’m over that chick, couldn’t care less. But she’s all sweetness and sympathy, clinging on, eagerly waiting for me to commit to something serious with her. Hell no, I don’t want her—I want my family back! I thought about drowning myself in booze and bad decisions, saying screw it, she’s gone, let’s live wild. Tried it, but it’s all hollow, pure garbage. Nothing numbs the pain, nothing stops my mind from circling back to my wife, my family. How do I prove to her she’s my everything, that I screwed up royally? How do I drag her back into my life? How do I save what’s left of us? I’m standing at ground zero, no clue where to even start…
#cheatingregret #familycrisis #lostlove #secondchance

D20. So, here’s the wild tale of how I lost my first cherry, and guess what? It was through the back door. Yeah, I figured my pussy was screaming too loud in pain, so I thought, "Hell, if my ass can push out some hefty pythons, surely taking a dick there won’t be such a brutal ordeal!" And damn, somehow it didn’t feel as savage as I expected. I can’t even wrap my head around doing that now, but fuck, I’m itching to relive that thrill with my current guy. 🥺

🤣 - Bet that dude was packing a tiny pickle if I barely felt a thing!
👍 - Gonna pitch some spicy new moves to my man and see if he’s game!
#wildtimes #firsts #spicyadventures #nsfw

Last night, I decided to spice things up with my girl and try a wild, unfamiliar position that I’d never dared before. Damn, it hit me hard—I got lost in the heat, thrusting fast and rough as hell. Then, out of nowhere, I see tears streaming down her face. But get this—she’s begging me not to stop, even through the sobs.

Once we were done, I gently pulled her close and asked what the fuck was up—was it pain, a cramp like before, or what? She wiped her eyes, took a shaky breath, and dropped a bombshell: those tears were for her ex. Turns out, this was *his* favorite position, and it hit her right in the feels.
#intense #bedroomdrama #unexpected #rawemotion

Picture this: I was in 8th or 9th grade, stuck at school way past the bell, sweating it out in the gym with my crew, pushing our limits. By nightfall, the place was a ghost town—just a lone security guard chilling downstairs. No cameras back then, no tight leash, just pure, unfiltered freedom.

And then, two absolute legends—or total idiots, depending on your view—cooked up a plan so wild it could only come from teenage chaos. Why trek home to take a leak when you’ve got a whole damn school as your playground? The first genius struts into the bathroom, handles his business, and doesn’t even bother flushing. Nah, he takes it up a notch—wraps his masterpiece in a plastic bag and sets out on a personal vendetta. His target? The physics teacher’s door. Smears that nasty payload all over it like he’s painting a grudge in pure filth.

The second dude? He doesn’t even make it to the bathroom. He picks the grand lobby, zeroing in on a massive flower pot that once brightened the hallway. Now, it’s just a sad witness to a crime against decency, soaked in his “contribution.”

Come morning, the stench from that pot was a weapon of mass destruction. People didn’t just speed-walk past it—they held their breath like they were diving underwater, praying to survive the assault on their senses.

As for the door-smearing artist, well, karma’s a bitch. Someone snitched, or maybe he couldn’t keep his trap shut—either way, he got busted. Punishment? Scrubbing his own disgusting artwork off that door with his bare hands. Maybe it gave him a moment to reflect on life’s deeper meaning. But let’s be real—probably not.
#teenagechaos #schoolshenanigans #wtf #epicfail

Just before September 1st, I figured I’d pamper myself with a manicure. There’s this new dirt-cheap salon that popped up right downstairs in my building, practically still smelling of fresh paint. I thought, hell, why not? It’s a bargain, and the technician seemed decent enough. She nicked my finger a bit, no biggie, and honestly, the job was pretty clean otherwise.

But today, as I’m strolling by, I see this fucking bombshell of a notice plastered on their door:
"Attention: Anyone who got a manicure between August 25th and 31st, get tested for HIV ASAP. The technician has been diagnosed with the virus."

I’m standing there, jaw on the floor, reading this shit, and my brain just refuses to process it. Is this even fucking real?
What the actual fuck?! Holy shit! What the hell am I supposed to do now?!
#wtf #healthscare #manicurefail #fucked

Here's the wild tale of some eighth-grade troublemakers, the kind of girls who strutted around with makeup slapped on like war paint and outfits screaming for attention. They’d shamelessly flirt and pester everyone in sight, but that’s not even the main event. One day, the principal lost her damn mind, roared at them to scrub off their clown faces. Water didn’t do jack, and guess what? No tissues in sight (and asking for help? Nah, too dumb for that). So, these geniuses decided to wipe their smug little mugs with a filthy floor rag, still dripping wet from mopping up God-knows-what.

Fast forward to the school assembly, and they got roasted in front of everyone. But the kicker? Later, we found out my classmate had pissed all over that exact rag. Absolute chaos! 🤣
#schoolscandal #epicfail #grossout #wtf

Alright, so I’m 21, not some hideous troll, got a decent figure, everything’s in place, and my rep is squeaky clean.

But today, holy shit, it hit me like a brick—I’m straight-up repelling guys, and I’ve got no damn clue why. Let me paint the picture for you. We’re chilling with a crew, vibes are casual, and somehow my friend and I end up crashing on a bed where this dude’s already sprawled out. Later, he dips to sleep in another room, but then comes back and slides in next to me. So, we’re just lying there, right? Then my friend strolls in, aiming to squeeze by the wall, but nope, she plops right in the middle. Next thing I know, this guy’s got his arms around her, and they’re out cold, cuddling like I’m invisible. I’m just lying there, feeling like a third wheel, until the mattress starts shaking and the bed creaks like a haunted house. Yeah, I got the hint—I’m the odd one out. So, I dragged my ass to another room to sleep off the humiliation.
#awkward #thirdwheel #rejection #fml

I’m crashing in this badass beach town, and I ended up vibing with this chick. So, we’re strolling along, and I’m like, “Yo, let’s chill for a sec.” She hits me with, “What, you didn’t grab a blanket or some shit?” I’m like, “Nah, didn’t think of it, but we can snag a bench or whatever.” She’s all, “I wanna be by the ocean, but I ain’t parking my ass on these rocks—throw down your shirt.”

I’m thinking, “Are you fucking kidding me?” and say, “You’re outta your mind.” She’s like, “What’s the big deal, it’s fine.” I shoot back, “Then use your own damn shirt.” She comes at me with, “Ugh, you’re not even a real man.” At that point, the convo just died, and I was like, fuck this, I’m out—bailed straight back to my place.

Just to clear the air, this wasn’t some snotty little teen; chick’s 25, supposedly a grown-ass woman (I’m 26). So, what’s the verdict, fam? Am I the asshole here?

😐 - Should’ve laid down the shirt, bro, be a damn knight
👍 - Screw her, what a entitled pain in the ass
#beachdrama #toxicvibes #wtf #relationships

Shame? Oh, let me paint you a picture of pure humiliation. Back in my childhood, my own mother would blow up condoms—yes, freaking condoms—and hand them over to me as makeshift balloons to parade around the neighborhood. Can you even imagine the kind of nickname I was slapped with until 9th grade? Take a wild, dirty guess! 😢
#humiliation #childhoodtrauma #wtf #cringe

So, we’ve got a couple of absolute jokers in our hood who thought it’d be a riot to spray-paint stray dogs and cats. Yeah, just for shits and giggles, as they put it. And get this—these brain-dead idiots had the nerve to record it, giggling like morons while dousing those poor animals in paint.

Anyway, me and the boys tracked these punks down. Turns out, they’re just a pair of 17-year-old dipshits. We gave ‘em a choice: one gets dunked in the filthy-ass river, the other takes a golden shower. One picked the piss—fine, got it straight to the face, no mercy. The other took a swim in the stink, then dragged his sorry, soaked ass home in nothing but his skivvies.

😐 - Too far, not cool by street code
👍 - Nah, they deserved it, don’t fuck with helpless animals
#streetjustice #animalcruelty #payback #nofilter

I must’ve been around 6 years old, just a little runt, when I overheard some older punks in the courtyard tossing around the word "гандон." Man, I thought it was the funniest damn thing I’d ever heard, couldn’t stop giggling over it. Later at home, my old man was cracking some hilarious story, and I couldn’t hold back. I busted out laughing, slapped him on the shoulder, and blurted, “Hahaha, Dad, you’re such a гандон!”

Well, you can guess how that ended—my face met a world of pain. 🤕
#childhood #epicfail #badidea #familydrama

A wild tale about my ex-boyfriend, the self-proclaimed sex god. When we first started dating, he couldn’t shut up about how amazing he was in bed, bragging about banging two chicks like it was some kind of trophy. Everyone around was like, "Only two? Dude, why not a whole harem?" He’d strut around claiming he made every girl scream with pleasure, painting himself as some stud legend. But oh boy, when the day came for our first romp, I was left utterly underwhelmed. He thrust like four pathetic times, finished, and had the audacity to say, “Let me finish you off with my hands.” Another time, while fumbling to even get it in, he blew his load prematurely—talk about epic fail! Compare that to another ex, where we were each other’s firsts, and damn, the sex was pure fire, even though he had zero experience before me.

The lesson here, fellas? If you talk a big game, you better bring the heat, ‘cause all that boasting means jack shit if you can’t deliver. Stop acting like you’re the Tolstoy of the bedroom when in reality, you’re just a basic dick with no skills. Drop the fake bravado, boys! 😏
#sexstories #BraggingFails #RealityCheck # BedroomBlunders

So, I went under the knife for varicocele—yep, right on the ol’ family jewels. For two weeks before the surgery, I swore off jerking off and banging, just to keep the test results clean. Fast forward, surgery’s done, it’s been four days, and I’m laid up in agony. Every damn thing hurts. Then, there’s this chick wandering around the house, and wouldn’t you know it, I get a raging hard-on despite the pain. She notices, gives me a sly grin, and carefully goes down on me, working her magic with caution.

When I’m right on the edge, she kneels down, waiting for the money shot. I take over, stroking slow and steady, and boom—I unload like a freaking porn star, blasting my own face with jizz. Yeah, you read that right, my face got the full treatment. We burst out laughing, couldn’t help it, it was absurd as hell.

Admin note: Then it hits me—there was no chick. I’ve been hallucinating this whole damn time. 😂
#wildtimes #surgerygonewrong #wtfmoment #nsfw

My girl sometimes sleeps over, but lately she's been hiding her phone more and more.Last night her phone kept buzzing with messages from some "Mike - dentist 😊"I opened it. Read everything. Crystal **** clear.Sat there reading and couldn't decide - dump her **** right now or play games to make her feel the pain.Now she's sleeping next to me like nothing happened. And my head's on fire.#cheating #betrayal #relationshipfail #caught #trustissues #heartbreak #shameconfessions

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How to use Git rebase

So you heard about git rebase.
You thought: “I’m ready to level up.”

Now your branch is a war crime and git log looks like abstract art.

Here’s the lore:
git fetch origin
git rebase origin/main

That’s the good kind.
Now here’s the dark kind:
git rebase -i HEAD~5

This opens a portal to a cursed realm where “pick” becomes “squash” and your past commits beg for mercy.

Pro tip: Never rebase a shared branch. Unless you like pain. Or have tenure.