To provide the best experiences, we use technologies like cookies to store and/or access device information. Consenting to these technologies will allow us to process data such as browsing behavior or unique IDs on this site. Not consenting or withdrawing consent, may adversely affect certain features and functions.
The technical storage or access is strictly necessary for the legitimate purpose of enabling the use of a specific service explicitly requested by the subscriber or user, or for the sole purpose of carrying out the transmission of a communication over an electronic communications network.
The technical storage or access is necessary for the legitimate purpose of storing preferences that are not requested by the subscriber or user.
The technical storage or access that is used exclusively for statistical purposes.
The technical storage or access that is used exclusively for anonymous statistical purposes. Without a subpoena, voluntary compliance on the part of your Internet Service Provider, or additional records from a third party, information stored or retrieved for this purpose alone cannot usually be used to identify you.
The technical storage or access is required to create user profiles to send advertising, or to track the user on a website or across several websites for similar marketing purposes.
I hate to break it to you, but that is actually a photo of someone locking their tark up like an asshole.
Soul Night at Rotture actually looks like a bunch of hipsters dancing to music.
I thought this was some kind of art installation entitled, “Two minutes before Kiala tells the hooligans to get off her goddamn lawn.”
I don’t have a lawn though. It’s a METAPHOR.
I’m going to go listen to TacocaT’s “Bike Party” now and feel better about myself.
Yeah, that’s about right.
where are the people exchanging stds?