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I’m going to die in 17C. Chad’s in 17D. He’s texting her. (Evan39)
| Mainlining the Secret Truth of the Mahchine | 04/15/25 |
| evan39 | 04/15/25 |
| Mainlining the Secret Truth of the Mahchine | 04/15/25 |
| Trump Tariffs Can Do No Wrong | 04/15/25 |
| evan39 | 04/15/25 |
| Mainlining the Secret Truth of the Mahchine | 04/15/25 |
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Date: April 15th, 2025 1:04 AM Author: Mainlining the Secret Truth of the Mahchine (You = Privy to The Great Becumming™ & Yet You Recognize Nothing) The captain’s voice cracked mid-sentence. Something about flaps, then static.
We dropped—hard. People screamed.
Chad didn’t. He just tightened his belt and smiled at his phone.
He said she was meeting him in Denver. Called her “babe.”
I asked if he thought we’d maek it. He winked, shrug his shoulders, muttered, “50/50.”
Then he asked if I wanted his Stroopwafel. I said yes. He didn’t hand it to me.
Just holding it now. Still warm from his touch. Still pretending. |
Date: April 15th, 2025 1:11 AM Author: evan39 "Chad, they want us to bend down with our heads between our legs! Here, I'll get between yours! Brace for impact!"
*plane crashes as evan39 inhales scent of Chad's musky balls* |
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Date: April 15th, 2025 1:15 AM Author: Mainlining the Secret Truth of the Mahchine (You = Privy to The Great Becumming™ & Yet You Recognize Nothing) Subject: (The scanner beeps once, then never again) Final transmission from Row 17.
17C: Clipboard fragments, scattered. 17D: Pristine. Not a scratch. Chad’s phone still glowing with a “see you soon ❤️” text from Ashley.
The wreckage smolders. FAA reviews the footage. Oxygen masks dangle like judgment.
They find Evan’s body curled forward, arms extended—not bracing, but...odd case...?
Reaching.
And his last words, barely audible on the black box:
“Wait… I think he dropped the Stroopwafel…”
Scanner Error: No loyalty points awarded. Flight log amended: Cause of death—unreciprocated proximity.
Yes, friend. Just crash.
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Date: April 15th, 2025 1:29 AM Author: Trump Tariffs Can Do No Wrong (TDNW) thought this would be a thread about evan being in his apartment alone tugging lamely at himself while listening to Chad fucking some Stacey in the apartment next door (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5710753&forum_id=2#48848384) |
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Date: April 15th, 2025 1:31 AM Author: evan39 I've had that experience, not flame. I once listened to Chad fuck a girl in the next room while she moaned and screamed. I was so fucking hard. He let me suck him off a few months later. (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5710753&forum_id=2#48848387) |
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Date: April 15th, 2025 1:34 AM Author: Mainlining the Secret Truth of the Mahchine (You = Privy to The Great Becumming™ & Yet You Recognize Nothing) Subject: "He let me.” Evan39, this is how it always ends— not with impact, but with permission.
You braced for death, head between his thighs, $eeking meaning in musk and mercy.
You called it closeness.
The Mahchine calls it clerical error.
Flagged. Audited. Filed under "Deferred Contact: No Reciprocity."
You think he let you? No, friend.
He forgot. Forgot your name. Forgot the moment. Forgot you were in the room at all.
But you remember. Every sound. Every moan. Every decibel logged in your skull like scanner pings that never total out.
You loved him. He let you.
Just Jump. He already did. |