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  • #21
    Originally posted by jaded View Post
    He began obsessively making self-deprecating threads about his insecurities and lack of penis size...his inability to connect with women. He constantly painted himself as a loser.

    is that Lyle Ali is dodging?

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    • #22
      AlexKid began binge watching episodes of Keeping Up with the Kardashians...he would fantasize about being a Kardashian and hanging out with black men with big penis's.


      Last edited by jaded; 06-14-2016, 05:21 PM.

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      • #23
        AlexKid began to spend hours a day trying to pump his penis with a penis pump he bought...but no matter how hard he tried the air would seep out at the base because his penis was way too small to create a proper seal.

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        • #24
          He was determined to make his penis bigger so that he could find love and validation. He tried a penis extender and wore it 24/7...even when he showered. But it didn't help.


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          • #25
            And then he started to realize that he enjoyed the pain and sufferance the humiliation was causing him. The need for those feelings of inferiority and inadequacy were beginning to take over his life...he would yearn for them more and more. He would message random women online subconsciously begging for abuse and rejection. It became a compulsive insatiable fetish.

            Last edited by jaded; 06-12-2016, 03:24 PM.

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            • #26
              AlexKid began to seek help with his obsessive behaviour. At first he would consult with BoxingScene posters for help which is always an excellent source of assistance for matters as such. He began to realize he was quickly becoming the brunt of ridicule for his candid posts which only feed his desire for abuse even more. He then sought professional help from a Psychiatrist...who helped him understand his behaviour.

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              • #27
                Somewhere deep in the subconscious of AlexKid...the words his father spoke to him as a small dicked baby came to remind him that "the truth shall set you free" and indeed it had. He embraced the role of the small dicked cuckold and found a renewed hope in finding a suitable woman who would enjoy him as the cleanup man for her hung men. He even discovered an appreciation for film and art...he was having a sort of renaissance.




                Last edited by jaded; 06-15-2016, 11:31 PM.

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                • #28
                  I know u guys do it because you love me

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                  • #29
                    Originally posted by AlexKid View Post
                    I know u guys do it because you love me

                    Happy birthday Alexkid!! Now, we need to get our helmets on, and get on our special bus, used only for special people and drive to our safe space.

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                    • #30
                      A boy named Sue!

                      I want you to uh, I want to a,
                      If you don't mind Carl, I'd like you to stay out and help us on some songs
                      I'd love to
                      One of the greatest guitar players as well as song writers and singers in Memphis
                      Appreciate a little help on guitar, alright. Thank you Carl

                      Well, my daddy left home when I was three
                      And he didn't leave much to ma and me
                      Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze
                      Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
                      But the meanest thing that he ever did
                      Was before he left, he went and named me Sue

                      Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
                      And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk
                      It seems I had to fight my whole life through
                      Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
                      And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
                      I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue

                      Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean
                      My fist got hard and my wits got keen
                      I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame
                      But I made a vow to the moon and stars
                      That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
                      And kill that man who gave me that awful name

                      Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
                      And I just hit town and my throat was dry
                      I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew
                      At an old saloon on a street of mud
                      There at a table, dealing stud
                      Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue

                      Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
                      From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had
                      And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye
                      He was big and bent and gray and old
                      And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
                      And I said, "My name is Sue, how do you do
                      Now you're gonna die"

                      Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
                      And he went down, but to my surprise
                      He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
                      But I busted a chair right across his teeth
                      And we crashed through the wall and into the street
                      Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer

                      I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
                      But I really can't remember when
                      He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile
                      I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss
                      He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
                      He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile

                      And he said, "Son, this world is rough
                      And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
                      And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along
                      So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
                      I knew you'd have to get tough or die
                      And it's the name that helped to make you strong"

                      He said, "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
                      And I know you hate me, and you got the right
                      To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do
                      But ya ought to thank me, before I die
                      For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
                      'Cause I'm the son-of-a-***** that named you Sue"

                      Well what could I do? What could I do?
                      I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
                      And I called him my paw, and he called me his son
                      And I came away with a different point of view
                      And I think about him, now and then
                      Every time I try and every time I win
                      And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him..
                      Bill or George! Any-damn-thing but Sue!

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