Imagine sweeping through green fields, floating five feet above ground,

sun on your face as you slide by, on track to your destination,

not a care in the world, as you simply lean back.

And before you know it, you're there.

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My name is Mark, and today we're checking out some more ars slash and my the butthole.

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And today's first story, we're starting with Lappacil who says, am I the asshole for my petty response to my boyfriend's purposeful incompetence about chores?

My boyfriend has started pretending to be bad at basic life shit like dishes and laundry like he can't do it so I do it.

I felt pretty frustrated with that and told him straight up that I knew he didn't forget how to

clean since he moved in with me. He was always very competent living alone and I didn't appreciate

him forgetting how to do chores. I said that when I asked him to do dishes and he refused and refused

until he finally did them wrong,

that I was not that stupid.

He said he was trying his best

and I was wrong for saying

he was trying to manipulate me.

And that from his perspective,

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