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Underwear? This motherfucker is going to move on to whoreskin suits in a few years. But that isn't the point, is it?
No, we're here to talk about the itty bitty tiny little space where it's not any more weird than anything else on TFP.
Sexual deviants, possessive stalker-types, frazzled married people looking for The Truth... they violate privacy.
I gotta wonder if this guy admitted all this stuff for a reason. How he really felt about the things he'd done.
Poor impulse control is one thing. I ate half a bag of Oreos once as a kid and got an awful tummy ache. I get it.
The guy in the OP doesn't scare me with what he'd done but how sodium pentathol honest he was with his partner.
Turns out the CIA wants whatever the hell that guy is smoking. It's like he was compelled by Jesus to 'fess up.
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