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(11 People Likes) What drives a person to choose to marry an inanimate object (sex doll) over a real human being?

damental part of love is doing work to help the other person grow on their terms.
Do they take steps to steer your communal path towards a better future for you both? Do they give something up that they like so you can flourish? Do they get excited for you when you achieve a goal? These are all indications of love.
Otherwise it’s just a pleasant attitude.
I recommend reading All About Love by bell hooks for another perspective.
At the end of the day, if yo

(69 People Likes) Could a massive spread of "real dolls" extinguish mankind?

mans (and a lot of other species). However, it might not mean to 4 year old son love lol dolls al extinction. Just a major reduction in the population, and then regroup. Here’s a good video about that from a guy who has spent a lot of time studying why civilizations collapse.
Why do societies collapse?
Here are two excellent books on the topic if you’re like to educate yourself more on the matter:
Collapse
This Changes Everyt

(74 People Likes) What were the weird things you did when extremely bored while serving in the military?

straight out of AIT and was wrenching on Blackhawks in-country just a few months after finishing training.
About 6 weeks after we arrived we made a trip outside the wire to a local gravel pit for Small Arms Practice. Shortly after finishing our first firing iteration and settling in for an MRE lunch we were overrun with Gypsy kids. Not to reinforce stereotypes but they are thieving little bastards and damn good at it.
In the commotion, my Kevlar helmet was stolen along with several other items from our gear pile because the PFC guarding it had gotten distracted.
We returned to base and I filed the paperwork for a field loss with my squad leader as I was supposed to, and forgot about it. A month or so later we had an equipment inventory and my Kevlar was missing.
Enter my Platoon Sergeant who was a self-centered space cadet and a first-rate scumbag.
He had forgotten to file my field loss paperwork and now had nothing to blame the missing equipment on. Rather than copping to his mistake he threw me under the bus and claimed I never informed him and must have "lost" my $1,000 helmet. My squad leader was pissed because he had personally given him my field loss paperwork.
As a result, I was given a summary grade article 15, forced to pay $1000 for a helmet, and given a month of guard duty. The latter would turn out to be a serious mistake on his part.
Deployment is usually hyper boring. I took all that bottled up boredom and made it my mission in life to get revenge on this guy for screwing me out of a thousand dollars.
I fucked with him in numerous ways, two of which are most worth retelling.
I may have gone slightly overboard.
I am an INFOSEC professional and was prior to entering the military. So I enlisted a friend with a set of 2-way radios and started to screw with him using NETSEND messaging. (This was early 2000 and rules were looser) He had a habit of viewing pornography on his government computer while eating donuts in his CONEX. I had my friend spy on him with some binocs and relay his behavior to me over the radio so I could contextualize my messages.
It would start something like:
"Warning viewing of pornography is against DoD policies and will be prosecuted if uncovered... Etc."
My friend would relay "He just blew it off and grabbed another donut."
Next message:
"Hey fatass, don't blow me off, put down the donut, wipe the sugar off your uniform, and click out of Playboy. Don't make me turn you in."
It continued in this vein for several weeks until he was searching his CONEX for hidden cameras and calling base Ops to confess to his pornography viewing habits. He ended up being hospitalized in Germany for an anxiety attack due to concerns over him displaying symptoms of "paranoia". Wayne Newton visited him, he made the base newspaper at Ramstein AFB.
However, I was still not satisfied as he screwed our entire platoon in a number of ways in the interim.
When I went to Hungary on pass I visited the nastiest sex shop I could find (way nastier than I expected, Hungarians are apparently very freaky) with a diabolical and well-fantasized plan hatched on my month of unearned guard duty. A mind tends to wander when staring at a pitch black tree line for 10+ hours. Unfortunately for him, he had given me a good reason for it to wander in a productive direction, his direction.
You see the base defense guys were special forces and had a sick sense of humor. I had also become good friends with most of them during my extra duty. As a result, I was able to enlist them in my revenge fantasy come to life, with their participation becoming somewhat enthusiastic as I laid out my plan. Sick senses of humor often find common cause in the Service.
While I was in that sex shop I purchased "Granny Tranny" (the actual title) magazine, a bottle of lidocaine infused lube, and a purple tinted clear double ended jelly dildo longer and girth(ier) than my arm. These items were properly secured in the bottom of my duffle which I knew would not be searched, because the searchers were in on it.
They did search my bag in private when we got back to base to make sure we followed the rules. No rules against dildos but it would have ruined the surprise if I got "caught" in public during a random bag check. There was a lot of praise for my choice of weapons.
I stored that shit in the BDOC locker until right before we redeployed back to the states. My time on guard duty was clench in the execution of my plan, my PSG had been the architect of his own demise. I knew the routine and so after everyone packed their shit and left it in their Barracks room for the detail to load I let myself into the PSGs room with a key sourced from a disgruntled roommate (my squad leader).
I proceeded to stash the half-full bottle of lube, magazine which I had splashed with water/lube to make it look well used, and rather scuffed double ended monster in one of his bags. (There may have been a dildo sword fight or three with it by bored BDOC staff on the night shift, one of which may or may not have involved the dildo->face version of a slap fight between two bored SF e-6’s, rendering one of them unconscious…)
I then misted the outside of his bags with chow hall gravy diluted in water to make sure the drug dogs alerted.
You see all our stuff was set out for us, an entire battalion worth, as we stood at parade rest in front of our departure aircraft while the base defense team ran dogs over our bags prior to loading the aircraft. Anything that was found resulted in the culprit being called out in front of the entire battalion while their shit was dumped all over the ground and searched.
When they got to the PSG’s bags the dogs alerted strongly as food (chow hall gravy) is not allowed. I swear Karma was in on the joke because he could not have played into it any better had it been rehearsed.
The first bag they dumped wasn't the money shot, but unsurprisingly he had tried to skirt the rules on his own and had local coffee and crackers in his bag. He was high strung and talking rapidly in a nervous tone that they really didn't need to go through his other bags because that was all he had.
He essentially jumped right in front of the oncoming phallus bus by acting for all the world like he was desperate for them not to search his other bags.
As one of my friends was explaining to him that it didn't work like that my other friend piped up at the top of his lungs with a drill instructors voice:
"Holy fuck, Top, what the fuck is this?!?!"
Being in on the joke he made sure to dramatically whip the meter plus double ender out of his duffel and hold it over his head like he was unsheathing Excalibur from the stone.
It took a second for the battalion to realize what it was as it gyrated over my SF friends head, but when they did the result was a total battalion-wide loss of all military discipline. People were sitting on the ground because they were laughing so hard they couldn't stand. When my battalion commander recovered he had an obvious pee stain on his BDUs and he was not alone.
To top it off my base defense friends were really getting into an improv comedy routine riffing on the best material they had after months of pranking each other with that dildo.
Timing it so as soon as people started to recover they would pull another item from the duffel and double down on the misery/hilarity.
"What the fuck Top, why does this lube have lidocaine?"
"Dude look at that monster dildo. You would need it."
“What I want to know is why is it double ended? Who is your battle buddy Top?”
*retching*
”GRANNY TRANNY? Seriously?!?! What the fuck?!?!"
*more vigorous retching*
“Eww, dude the fucking pages are stuck together.”
My platoon Sergeant was reduced to stuttering incoherently along the lines of “I swear I don't know where that came from, it's not mine.” has turned the color of a well cooked Maine lobster.
When we got back to the states he dropped his retirement package instead of the promotion he had talked about. Served him right, no NCO worth a shit throws their soldiers under the bus to cover their ass.
That's what officers are for.
That prank became legend for a time in our unit.
I never copped to it and officially nobody “knew” who did it.
However, for as long as I remained at that unit, every time we had an inspection, someone managed to sneak a dildo in my duffel. I suspect that it was my squad leader who shook his head at me in a strange

(27 People Likes) What would happen if I sent my friend in Boot Camp a blow up doll?

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A. You shouldn’t f*** with the Marine Corps, or one of our recruits. Especially not with some half-assed stunt like that. A dumb question like yours is immature, not funny in the least, and shit like that may result in a knock on your door from some dude that is not much amused at your pee-wee Herman brain-fart.
B. Making Marines is a very serious business ! Making civilian assholes laugh is not on our list. Signs and placards to announce most everything your thick, hollow, work resistant skulls could possibly dislike, can and will be used to beat you to the ground with.
With 144 years in our refinement of skills to rid ourselves of our enemies, the Marine Corps has proven, time and again :
fucking with Marines is indicative of the facts that you are brain dead;
your other parts will soon follow;
or you shall be incarcerated pending charges:
for violation of several statutes concerned with postal abuse/misuse
as well as any other chickenshit that our administrative support group can jot down.
Childish questions, such as this question you posted - “What if” blah blah blah … don’t amuse the Corps, our recruits, or those Drill Instructors who are training them to eliminate our enemies world wide.
I strongly suggest that you cease any thoughts about “what if” scenarios;
I strongly suggest that you cease further discussions;
about sending porno of any type onto a military installation;
these strong suggestions include your rubber-doll girlfriend,
I very strongly recommend that you do so — IMMEDIATELY !
Put your eyeballs up close and read the following, and use your sponge to absorb it.
C. Official lists of what to bring and what not to bring to the recruit depot can be found in the MPPM and in The Making of a Marine handout, located in the poolee Welcome Aboard package. You obviously do not have one so continue reading :
Some of the obvious CONTRABAND TO AVOID BRINGING or shipping to a Marine Recruit
Knives, guns, brass knuckles or anything that may be used as a personal weapon
Dice, playing cards or anything that may be used to gamble
Magazines, books, crossword puzzles or any other media that is not of a religious nature
Cigarettes, chewing tobacco, lighters or any other tobacco products
Large photo albums (a few photos are permitted but space is limited)
Material that is pornographic or can be considered questionable
Any over-the-counter medications to include vitamins and supplements
Aerosol sprays of any kind (hairspray, deodorant, starch)
Things a Marine Recruit SHOULD bring to boot camp:
Recruiter’s business card
Picture identification of the recruit reporting to MCRD
Social Security card of the recruit reporting to MCRD
Proof of college completion, if any, of the recruit reporting to MCRD
Bible or religious material
A few appropriate pictures
Small address book, or better yet, a sheet of paper with addresses
Book of stamps
No more than $10 in cash
D. Marine Recruits En-route to MCRD San Diego or MCRD Paris Island
As you travel to Marine Boot Camp
You are expected to be dressed appropriately, clean neat appearing.
You are expected to arrive sober and with minimal personal items.
Wear shoes socks, underwear, trousers with a belt and a shirt tucked in.
An t-shirt (of any type or style) is not considered appropriate wear for travel in the public. Do not show up in your underwear.
If you arrive in incorrect attire, you will be taken aside for individual counsel and privately explained any Marine Corps policy and instruction that you do not understand. You will quickly understand how to correct your misunderstanding of our expected decorum.
LESS is better than more ! …. and recruits won’t be needing baseball caps, cowboy hats or a suitcase full of clothing. What you are wearing will be enough civilian clothing, and that will not be needed for very long.
——————————- Recruits Friends Family - NOTICE ————————————-
There is nothing anyone need to send to a recruit undergoing MCRD training.
You are encouraged to send let Silicone Sex Doll ers to your Marine Recruit. You will be sent a letter which will contain his/her mailing address when it is assigned. Do not enclose anything with your letters, with the

(87 People Likes) What did you do for fun today?

ternoon...
No, this is not our department chair. I mean, the picture (which is being abused for a despicable purpose) belongs to our department chair. But the sender of the email is not the chair, but someone who is impersonating him. Something like that happened last spring as well, so I was prepared for this - and I decided to set aside my work and have some fun. (Because everyone deserves it every now and then, even me.)
So I replied:
Needless to say, the sca Realistic Sex Doll mer was delighted to receive a response.
And it is a summer day, but Boston isn’t the best place to live in summer. So I let my imagination run wild. Let’s imagine going to Honolulu!
And of course, I had to be super-enthusiastic about helping my department chair, too!
But I couldn’t let him get what he wanted so easily. I was determined to play with this guy like a cat plays with a mouse.
And I could as well pave the way for an elaborate story that would help me have fun…
Buying Super Mario games for your grad students is obviously the most natural thing to do.
I needed him to confirm the Super Mario thing. If I am gonna buy cards for him, I need to know what it’s gonna be used for! Also, I have to insist on buying coconuts. For research, of course!
At this point he seemed to be figuring out some things. I didn’t want my game to end prematurely, so I backed off with modesty.
For a while.
Then I arrived at Target!
Too bad, Forever 21 would have been a good choice. But he doesn't like that.
Yup, excuse my typos here. I was just too damn excited about the coconuts.
And I even forgot to attach the pics.
And then came the epic response.
And I continued.
He smelled money, so he was getting restless.
So I decided to bore him to death with arithmetics.
And of course there had to be more coconut water involved, because I am in Honolulu according to this story. Remember?
And then he asked for the pictures. I did as he asked me to, I don’t know why he was upset.
But I guess he wanted something else.
S 4 year old son love lol dolls he was trying to establish trust, and I just played along.
And I had to make a fuss about missing the conference presentation, too! It was important!
But he wanted his cards so badly…
Playing the fool…
And then I had to be an annoying linguist who has trouble with reference resolution…
Yes, he actually had to tell me to scratch it with my fingernails.
And then I gave him the good news!
Ta-da!
I am obviously censoring the final word, but everyone knows what it is!
Needless to say, he was bitter about it. (Sorry buddy, you asked for it. Also, I don’t have a job I can lose, so jokes on you! Haha!)
Yes, the life of a grad student can be boring, but as you see, every

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