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This is the Official 4ct Secrets Thread™.
I like shitposting.
when I bought my house the previous owner did not disclose that they had bedbugs.
Forturnately for me I am not alergic to their bite. My S.O. is. She said she would be woken up a few times a night super itchy and her muscles and bones aching.
We tore out the carpet, the matresses, the couches. Pulled all of our clothes and ran them in the dryer for three cycles and then kept them in sealed garbage bags in the sun for a few days.
Then we sprayed everything. The ducts, the entire floor, completely striped down the dressers and sprayed them inside and out. The bulbs to light fixtures, the electrical sockets. All the kitchen cabinets.We sprayed twice a day for a month. Then sprayed twice a week for six months.
We havn't had them for a little over three years.
It was expensive as hell all things considered and my S.O. said it was like a nightmare trying to sleep.
Our actions have changed. Whenever we camp or stay in a hotel/motel when we get home we strip down to our underwear outside, put the clothes into a bag and take them straight to the way and dump them directly into the washing machine. Nothing else comes in that doesn't get put directly into the wash.
Our camping mat is super dense foam with a plastic wrap.
So yea. It sucks pretty bad. I couldn't image how much worse it would be if we had kids or more bedding etc.
A former staffer who worked in Joe Biden's Senate office said Biden pinned her against a wall and sexually assaulted her in 1993.
We were both 19. I had been trying to get with her for years, but we were always tied up with someone else. She had the biggest tits on the tiniest body that I’d ever seen. Finally we were both single and I asked her to hang out.
I picked her up and we went back to my house to watch a movie. We eventually started cuddling. I kissed her forehead and neck, she did not return the affection. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra to no protest. I suggested she take it off and I’d give her a massage. She said she didn’t feel comfortable taking off her shirt, so I massaged her shoulders anyway.
I slid her bra straps off her shoulders and down her arms, but she wouldn’t bend her arms to allow me to fully remove the straps. I moved my hands to her ribs, then under and on top of her massive titties and squeezed gently over her bra. Still no verbal protest, but her body language was ice cold. After the brief squeeze I ran my hands down her stomach to the bottom of her t-shirt, then under. Up to her bra, then under that, finally grazing the bottom of her full, heavy tits. One hand made it to a nipple before she turned to face me and said she needed to go home. I tried backing off a little, but it was over. I took her home and haven’t talked to her since.
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