Does he strike you as the kind of person to even know what that sentence means? I'm amazed he was even actually able to set up his streaming computer and streaming software. If you said the word "gain" to him, he would think you were talking about his "sick gains bro".

The funny part is, he's not even that muscular. It's that superficial kind of gym sculpted muscle that makes him look strong, but the closer you look at his arms they are actually pretty small and not impressive at all and he wears wifebeaters all the time to show them off like he's proud of them. My arms are half the size of his, but I bet I could easily beat him in an arm wrestling contest because I actually train for strength and health instead of just trying to make myself LOOK muscular. He could probably beat me in an actual wrestling match because he is so short and his center of gravity is so low and he was a football player, but that's about it. Has he ever said what his actual workout routine looks like, because the half the muscles he does have just look like water weight, which a lot of "body-building" supplements cause, especially Creatine to make your muscles actually look bigger than they are even though there is no muscle or physical strength there, it's literally just water trapped in the muscles like a balloon filled with air.

I'd love to see him actually pick a fight with someone in real life and get the shit kicked out of him and realize his water weight muscles are actually useless when it come to actual physical strength

I used to masturbate onto birds at a local park. Not a thing that I'm particularly proud of but I became quite good at it. I was taking zinc supplements so I was shooting massive loads and it became something of a sport to me. For anyone interested here is your best strategy. first, you need to find an isolated spot so you don't become a sex offender. I found a short kind of channel area where I saw the pigeons would congregate. Next, you arouse yourself. I was usually content with envisioning the occasional jogging lady coming over and taking a shit on my chest and that was enough to fuel the fire but if you're not as sexually charged as me just take some porn on the go.

After you're good an horny, you get some bread. My pigeons preferred white bread but healthier birds might have a taste for honey wheat or maybe even multigrain. Fat, unhealthy birds are slower and easier to hit so remember that. Once you are seated on the bench and ready to do the deed, whip your roosevelt out and scatter bread out within a few feet of you. use your judgement based on how far you know you can cum. I was a lonely and depraved soul who could hit targets the size of a thimble at distances up to 4 feet. You wait for the pigeons to begin eating and to get comfortable with your presence. At this point, you want to coo gently and talk sensually to them to gain their trust. Now you're finally ready to cum on your bird. This is a tough part because the rapid motion of masturbation is very frightening to the birds, so you have to be subtle. Once you master a technique, you simply wind it up and let it go, aiming depending on your past cumming experiences. I always came high so I would aim for the neck of the bird and catch it right in the face. It's an extremely satisfying and erotic feeling, seeing those birds reel around covered in cum and maybe even transporting it to other places in the city. Either way I haven't done it in years but every now and then I catch myself gazing wistfully at a flock of birds, cock throbbing and waiting for them to land close to me.

Are you married? You have kids, or at least a pregnant woman? I do. Exactly how "battle ready" are you in real life? I have a black belt in TaeKwonDo, a blue belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, get shooting and subsistence camping lessons from my cop brother in law and former Marine top sniper dad, I curl 55lbs and sprint 14 miles per hour. I'm also a regular writer at a respected body building website. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you looked like a scrawny Asian college freshman in your profile photo. What exactly have you done for the movement and just what exactly are you prepared for in real life?

you all douchebags, yea i'm talking to those who disliked that video, first, suck my cock, secondely, grossgore is doing a nose job soon because of your scornerys, and if he's in depression, it's because of you too, calling him nosegore , i'm pretty sure you're 10x uglier than him, u all fat cumbuckets , GROSSGORE , don't listen at them just do what you want to be happy, keep doing videos and ignore the dislikes and the lil virgin kids who thinks it's funny to jib someone well known behind their screens. thank you for listening me. kys scrubs.

I'm just a genius who lurks the web. I have quite a few nicknames and you can call me by any of them: "Hawking", "Einstien", or, sometimes, "Musk".

I collect ancient Japanese swords as a hobby, but don't worry I'm not a weeaboo, I actually respect the folded steel from the land of the rising sun. I'm also a self-taught mathematician and funnily enough I discovered almost all of proofs for the higher level stuff I never went to school for myself.

I wouldn't be surprised if you hear of my academic exploits in the future. I currently don't have a girlfriend, but it's because that's of my own choice. I'd rather have a deep and intriguing conversation about parallels of economic depression in our lifetime to those of Ayn Rand's "Atlas Shrugged" as opposed to stupid Instagram pictures.

As for programming, I picked it up when at the age of four as I wanted to a way to generate the hardest Sudoku's possible since anything else I found was far too easy. From there is just took off and now I'm sitting here with my own custom OS.

Programming languages I know:

C+

dll

binary (what I wrote my OS in)

html

Shut the fuck up PP, you fucking English "bloke". Only a fucking "bloke" would use the word arse for ass. God I fucking hate you stupid English dumb fucking assholes. Fucking "blokes"

What the ook did you just oouoouahh about me, you beta male? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my tree in the Cincinnati zoo, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the banana locker, and I have over 300 confirmed chest pounds. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top alpha male in the entire Cincinnati zoo. You are nothing to me but just another little black kid in my exhibit. I will throw you like the pound of shit you are with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this zoo, Uuooooahhhhh. You think you can get away with throwing your kid in my exhibit? Uuoouooahhhhh again, fucker. As we Uuouuooahhh I am contacting my secret network of silverback gorillas across every zoo in america, and your poor parenting habits are being traced right now so you better prepare for the alpha male, beta. The alpha male that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your child. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be in any zoo, any tree, anywhere, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in tire swing combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the of rope swings and over sized basketballs and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “child” was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking childs hand. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, beta.

I sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of soaring over the oilfields dropping hot sticky loads on disgusting foreigners. People say to me that a person being a helicopter is Impossible and I'm fucking retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon install rotary blades, 30 mm cannons and AMG-114 Hellfire missiles on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "Apache" and respect my right to kill from above and kill needlessly. If you can't accept me you're a heliphobe and need to check your vehicle privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.

STFU I'm not gay! All i wanted was some cute boy to penetrate my orifices with his delicious throbbing cock, and some faggots on tumblr are like: "oh wow u came out #sobrave" and i'm like bruh i'm no homo i'm not a fag i just want some of that dick bruh u know what i'm sayin

What? You think i'm a motherfucking troll? Seriously? Me? Kid, you can't be so fucking dumb. I'm serious. What on earth has the dumb mind of thinking that of ME? I, for one, fuck more bitches that you blink in a fucking lifetime. Yes, I am the tough guy on the fucking internet, i'm not a basement dweller that spents his whole day in his computer. I'm the type of guy that ACTS. I run 100 miles every single motherfucking day. I work out for 169 hours a week. You cant even understand kid, but there's someone here that are a member of the fucking motherfucking russian mafia. Don't you guessed it already? Yeah, that's ME. And if you try to talk shit to me, or any of the members of the mafia, you're going to have bad consequences. Huh? You're sorry? Bitch please, if I had never told you this shit you were going to type another shitpost. You and your little friends are all dumb. I am the guy who gets money to fuck bitches. You? You are a loser. You spend all your fucking time on your little nerdy computer. I am just doing my work; protecting my d33p w3b of little normies like you. Come on man, you don't have to cry. Just stare at my 70 pound biceps while I walk with my side bitch. Next time, think about this consequence. Alas, you are a little tough. Talking shit to a motherfucking mafia member ain't that easy. But if you reply to this shit, i'm going to wipe your will to live in this world, because this world is MINE. Do you hear me? MINE. Yes, I run the streets, the industries, EVERYTHING. Are you scared? Are you afraid? Haha, just don't talk shit to any other person and you will be fine kid.

America doesn't need a ban on guns. It needs gun safety classes. Many people I've talked to don't understand how to fight off an attacker with a semi automatic handgun. The best way is to grab the top as hard as you can to prevent it from cycling and ejecting the empty casing. This will buy you time and you'll only be shot once at most since the bad guy has to rack the slide to shoot you again. This is the kind of information that saves lives and should be taught in schools.

As I said, the erosion of human and civil rights is not progressive, it is the antithesis.
The term, like feminism, has been co-opted by people who could more accurately be described as authoritarians, fascists or Stalinists and want to capitalize on the good will formerly associated with those terms.

Hey my grandmother died at around 61 and my grandfather is 81 now so yeah not all women live longer than men. It just kinda pisses me off that you decided to categorize every women that they live longer. I mean you don't know that now do you. What if a woman have cancer and she have about just a few months to live? I'm just saying. Oh and I support feminism cause hey, suppressed women exists too okay.

Look, nobody isn't taking your guns away. The logic behind gun restriction laws is meant to make it really hard for people with mental problems to own a weapon with which he could harm or kill dozens of people within minutes. The fastest of those weapons he shows had a magazine for 6 bullets, not magazine with 30. That's the whole point.

Take away the dangerous ones like assault rifles etc., allow them only in designated shooting areas like shooting range and establish a regulation laws which will include mandatory annual psychological tests, also include training for the safety. You think liberals want to take all the guns? No. We just want the regulation to not be afraid going to school. To not be afraid to walk on the street. To not be afraid when we reach to the pocket for a wallet and get shot by an "afraid cop"

The first two real sentences made me stop reading. You truly don't understand what's being talked about, which is astonishing because I've been repeating myself a lot thinking that if you kept reading what I was writing you would start to comprehend. I was very wrong.

I sincerely hope you've been trolling, or are really baked like I was and am about to be again.

well then you better stop calling yourself a progressive because you are fucking yourself.

You're going to go on to live a happy life, you will settle down, get married and have two beautiful children. You will see countless wonders in your life and they'll be the pride of your life. You'll look back in old age and feel nothing but happiness about the life you lived. Right there, as you pass on from this world, I my face will gaze down upon you with an inhuman hatred. You will quake in fear as the world around you erodes into nothing, leaving you stranded in a dark abyss. Sudden, a blinding light: You are back playing this match of Overwatch. Decades of your life will have been undone and all that happiness will never be reclaimed. As you are filled with this horrifying revelation I will then say: "don't do it again."

You know, people look at the internet and see everyone talking about harambe and some just don't understand... Why does everyone love this gorilla? No one knew who he was before he was brutally murdered. You know why I loved harambe so much and I still do to this day? Let me tell you.

I live near the Cincinnati zoo and i've gone there many, many times. The first time I could remember going was when I was a wee lad, about the age of 5. We arrived at the zoo and saw some animals, many creatures. Snakes, Sloths, Birds, Lions, Tigers, Giraffes, Elephants etc. Then we saw him... the gorilla, harambe. As a little kid I remember gazing on him and thinking "wow, look at that gorilla... he's beautiful.". And then he turned around and faced me... and that's when I saw it... his giant, mega sized big black helmet. I was breathless... I desired it. I needed it.

Skip forward a year, I am now 6 and we go back to the zoo. All day i'm yelling at my family to hurry up cause I want to see harambe. They didn't quite understand why I wanted to see him so bad but I knew they just wouldn't understand, so I wouldn't tell them. It was around 4:00 PM and the sun was beating down on us, it was so hot. We finally reached harambes home and I was just staring at him. He looked at me and I was so happy... then something crazy happened... his giant big black helmet got bigger and harder, it was amazing. I couldn't believe my eyes and what I was witnessing. I started to drool and I didn't understand why, but when he looked at me I knew we connected somehow.

I am now 11 and we visited the zoo again and we eventually got to the exhibit and I just couldn't wait to see him and his big black helmet. I saw him and he saw me, we glanced at each other once more and there it started to grow. He ran towards me but hit the glass, then he started to try and sensationally touch the wall, thinking of me. I was honored. I couldn't believe I had been so lucky to have harambe love me and desire me. I wanted to pleasure him, but I didn't know how.

I never saw harambe after that day, but I thought about him every night. And then it happened. That black night owl kid did what I wish I could have... jumped into his cage. I can only imagine what that kid experienced and how happy he was.

What happened next.... I can't even type without crying.

harambe was playing with the child and having a good time, but because of the kids black fatass mother they opened fire on harambae! WHY?! harambe DID NOTHING WRONG! harambe was then protecting the child from the gunshots! Harambe died saving the childs life! They killed the love of my life, my idol, my everything...

harambe was so attractive and had the nicest helmet, I only wish I saw him more...

I miss him so much. Out of respect for what he did for me, and what he showed me when I was 5.... dicks out for harambe

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there really isn't. even astronauts do not film reentry into atmosphere. why is this? think about it. why not? why don't they film exit and reentry from earth?

and how can the rover transmit images from mars in real time? the technology magically works with no problems 33 million miles away?

mars is apparently 33 MILLION miles away.

do you fathom that?

we perfected technology that can work on mars on the first try? how did they test is?

its absurd. they landed a rover on mars 33 million miles away in real time? think about this. really. think.

I hate black people. Why do people keep saying that I'm racist? Racist means believing that one race is superior to another. I don't think black people are inferior, I just hate those fucking monkey niggers. They're violent criminals and should be exterminated. But just because I think that, doesn't make me racist, because I don't think they're inferior. Also I like mexicans, so that makes me even less racist. And no, I don't support Donald Trump, stop asking.

So yesterday I was at my cousin’s house and he said he had to show me something important. We went to his room so he could show me and I waited while he looked for it in his closet. He showed me his old underwear and whispered proudly, “When you’re older, give this to your son.” He threw it at me and ran away.

Then, waking up this morning I walked out of my bedroom as normal and headed for the bathroom, I removed my boxers and stood on the toilet seat to let my 43 inch mega hammer of a penis slap into the toilet bowl then spray powerful jets of warm yellow electrojuice everywhere. Once I had wrapped my penis around my leg and sheathed the great beast I went downstairs for breakfast.

Grabbing the wheatabix from the cupboard I noticed something strange, on the cardboard box, instead of the wheaty breakfast snack there was instead a picture of a bear. I was sure it was normal wheatabix that morning, but I put a few pieces of wheatabix in a bowl and went about my breakfast as normal. When I poured milk on the wheatabix though, something incredible happened. The wheatbix grew in to bears, full grown bears!

I felt increasingly intimidated by the wheatabears, until the largest bear squared up to me and said ‘You have freed us from our wheaty prison, we are forever grateful to you’ the bears then disappeared magically in to a mist. Extremely bewildered and hungry I jumped up on to my elephant and rode to work (Oh yeah, I have an elephant, get on my level ******)

At work I noticed a new woman, she was beautiful. Her gorgeous blonde hair and green eyes deeper than the most penetrative Jenna Haze anal video you could imagine, were only matched by her gigantic nipples hanging out of her shirt, more akin to an elephant’s trunk than to juicy milk cannons. She walked up to me, gently took me by the hand and whispered in my ear… ‘You want I make banana cry?’

Smiling, I leaned back and muttered a few simple words ‘Karah Coo Chakala’ I rammed my fist through her stomach, watching her breakfast of cornflakes (Which hadn’t turned in to animals, lucky *****) fly across the room and hit the disabled security guard in the colostomy bag. I mustered an eighteen hit combo to the face and flung her across the room. She stood up smiling, wiping blood from her pendulous nipples and screamed in a shrill tone ‘BANANA CRY NOW’ she transformed in to a giraffe and began wrapping her huge yellow and brown neck around me, that ****.

Knowing I couldn’t escape from her clutches I did the only thing I could, I let loose my secret weapon. I unfastened my belt and let my divine rod of justice flop from my pants, I used my incredible cock muscle to wrap my slappy wing wong around the giraffe monster’s neck and began choking her back.

Before I could taste victory she morphed again, this time in to the form of a downs syndrome child, I couldn’t hit her now, the devious *****, I knew I would get a court case if I hit a spastic. She stood and laughed at me, pulling out an ivory gun and pointing it at my face ‘YOU WANT I MAKE POTATO CRY’ the little spazzy boom bazzy spluttered out, an entire corn on the cop flying out of her fat disgusting retard mouth, hitting me in the eye. Suddenly a huge growl could be heard from behind her.

A group of bears appeared in a mist, ripping the Downy to shreds in front of me, **** and spaghetti flying all over the room. Nearby women cried and shoved tampons inside their vaginas to handle the internal vaginal haemorrhaging the sight was causing, I leant back in my office chair and watched hardcore midget porn, whilst just thinking to myself… while just thinking…

Nah, banana don’t cry today, *****.

The attack on Pearl Harbor, also known as the Battle of Pearl Harbor, the Hawaii Operation or Operation AI by the Japanese Imperial General Headquarters, and Operation Z during planning, was a surprise military strike by the Imperial Japanese Navy against the United States naval base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii Territory, on the morning of December 7, 1941. The attack led to the United States' entry into World War II.

After I went vegan my teeth became stronger, whiter and I never get that stinky breath feeling anymore. I have to remind myself to brush my teeth, and when I eat apples it feels like I just brushed my teeth. I didn't expect this at all. Also, the size of my fucking boners has increased also. My shit is smooth as hell now too, it's like that one cool guy that shows up to a party and everyone pauses for a second to appreciate his coolness, that's how smooth and cool my shits are now. Vegan for 6 months btw.

I have a very serious problem. I'm fucking crying because of how stupid I am. Okay, so my girlfriend was supposed to come over to my house today because I was going to go take her to a movie. She lives about 20 minutes away, and the movie we were supposed to see started at 4:15, which was in about 40 minutes. I figured "cool, I'll just play Pokemon while I wait". So I'm playing Pokemon, and having a pretty damn good time. Anyway, she finally does show up, except she's crying as she walks into my room. Instead of doing the right thing by comforting her, I half-focus on my game and her. She starts telling me her cat died, and just as she was getting into it, I get into a random encounter in my game. A shiny pidgey. Holy shit. (For those of you who don't know/care, shiny Pokemon have less than a 1/1,000 chance of appearing: 1/8192 to be exact.). I stare into my screen in amazement, yelling "holy shit, YES", interrupting her mid-story. She sobs more, and she starts to yell "You don't even fucking care! YOU JUST WANT TO PLAY YOUR FUCKING GAME!" I'm still looking at my screen, still focusing on catching my shiny Pidgey, when she walks over, and tosses the game against the wall. I run over and pick up my DS hoping that nothing has changed on screen, and quickly noticed that she broke it. My system and my shiny Pidgey, gone forever. I start screaming every obscenity I know, and started flailing my arms around. I didn't know she was behind me, and apparently I backhanded her in the face while I was being a dumbass and swinging my fists around. She yells out "FUCK YOU", and runs out of my house in tears. What have I done? I've fucked up so badly, and I need to know how to approach her. I don't want a game of Pokemon to be responsible for ruining my best relationship ever.

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There's literally nothing wrong with this, we've got to be more accepting man, it's 2016 for Hillary's sake. I would suggest not being so ignorant and xenophobic, this unwarranted vile nature is an absolute pitiful display of zealous and pedantic racism against people who have done nothing wrong are were a major stepping stone in the history of mankind, they are the past, Egyptians, Colonials, adventurers and now they're the future Americans.

Our time is up, you have blood on your hands, all of us white Americans do, it's time to correct the record and let the true master race have their time. Your pathetic and desperate attempts to cling to your mediums is laughable, DICE have done the correct thing and pandered to the TRUE demographic of intelligent gamers. It's like what they say, life has a liberal bias. Now get informed, I'm a moderator at r/Racism and r/Gamerghazi and welcome you with open arms.

One day while Andy was masturbating, Woody got wood. He could no longer help himself! He watched as Andy stroked his juicy kawaii cock. He approached Andy which startled him and make him pee everywhere on the floor and on Woody too. Being drenched in his urine made him harder than ever! Woody: "Andy Senpai! I'm alive and I want to be INSIDE OF YOU." Andy: "Oh Woody Chan! I always knew you were alive! I want to stuff you up my kawaii ass!" Woody grabbed a bunch of flavored lube and rubbed it all over his head Woody: "Oh my! It's cherry flavored lube! Cherry is my favorite! Woody then stuffed his head up into Andy's tight ass! The other toys around the room watched intently as Woody shoved his head back and forth into Andy's nice ass, continuously making a squishy wet noise. The other toys also became aroused and they all gathered around Woody and Andy and started to urinate all over them, and then they started to masturbate. Andy: "Oh my goodness, Woody Chan! You are churning my insides up so well! Your nose is stimulating my prostate! OH YES! All the other toys became so aroused by this, that they could not help themselves anymore! They pushed Woody completely inside, and they all went inside. All of them wanted to be inside Andy's nice round ass. Andy: "No wait guys! My ass cannot hold this much! I'm getting so full! All the toys went inside of poor squirming Andy and pretty much, he was beyond full, and died from having his insides completely damaged. The mother came inside and found Andy, dead with a huge ass hemorrhage on his anus, with a HUGE belly full of toys.

I don't understand why a person could think that another man deserves death because he loves men. Who cares if he likes to take it up the ass? Who cares who he kisses? It honestly doesn't matter, it's just love. Love is love. You can't control what you love. Who honestly gives a shit that he sticks his penis in a male butthole?

The amount of homophobia in the comments is alarming. We need to educate those who believe that sexual orientation is something you can & should control and teach them that actually, it isn't.

Your religion is just that; yours. A gay persons life is just that; theirs. No one else's. No one has the right to tell anyone how they should live their life because it isn't anyone elses business.

How would you feel if someone told you that having the eye colour you have is disgusting and that you should change it? I'm pretty sure you would feel frustrated given that changing ones eye colour is an impossible task.

It's time for people to understand that sexual orientation is something that people cannot choose (nor should they have to), just like eye colour.

Accepting people in all walks of life with love, acceptance and respect does not mean that you are any less of a Christian. It means that you are able to open your heart with empathy and love, which is basic human nature.

Whether you agree with gay pride or not, at least try to show the lgbt community the love and respect they deserve as human beings.Try to understand how scary it must have been for these people to come out in a world in which their community is treated like a disease. Understand the courage it must have taken these people to accept and love who they are when they are constantly having to deal with people telling them that they should hate what they naturally are.

All you need to know is that they are human beings with rights and feelings. You do not get to tell them how to live their lives.

We are equal.

My mother was a well-known prostitute back in her prime, but she quit when she found out she was pregnant with me. I hold her in extremely high regard and I believe she sets the standard for mothers everywhere. The only thing she was reluctant to give me was information about my father – a topic she absolutely refused to comment on. As a high-profile hooker, she had been rolling with quite a few influential people – and for a long time I fantasized myself a child of an oil merchant or a Fortune 500 CEO who would drive by our flat one day in his Porsche and take us away for a fancy meal or weekend or something before dumping us back where we belonged because from a young age I’ve been a realist and I knew that it was impossible for any sane rich person to care about the poor. When I was in middle school, and just starting to learn about sex, my mother suddenly became very comfortable with nudity around the house, and she would often strut around our flat wearing nothing but a pair of socks. I think this is because she had some suspicions that I was a closeted homosexual (as a devout Christian she obviously viewed this as an unnatural abomination) and so she tried very hard to invoke some sort of interest for the female body in me (which is a very noble, self-sacrificing act). But the first time I saw her in the nude I was so stricken with fear that I sprung a boner (which always happens when I become terrified) and collapsed on the floor, where I began to convulse.

At the time my social studies class was covering a unit on the Holocaust, and in a bit of zealous interest (which is rare for me) I had researched quite a bit on the Fuhrer – and read a few articles on how he was not, in fact, dead, but was instead gallivanting all over America (where he had successfully escaped to). Thus when I saw his iconic moustache branded on my mothers crotch my little mind broke. After all, Higgins sounds remarkably like an Anglicized bastardization of Hitler, so it did not take much more evidence to convince myself that he had fathered me. It took me many years of therapy and counseling to rid myself of my panic attacks, and this was not helped by the fact that my mother never told me I was wrong in my conviction.

I'm too smart. People call me an insufferable know-it-all but I'm just too smart. I'm smarter than everyone on this board and I failed Grade Three twice because society hates smart people like me. How do I get less smart so I can conform and finally finish highschool. I'm 20 and I'm still in fucking grade nine. I know I'm smart but I pretend not to be so I can impress ladies when they see how smart I am. I'm too damn smart and I don't know what to do.

Years ago there was a story I read. In it, Harry was teaching at Hogwarts as an adult, years after Voldemort's defeat. Now this before the seventh book even came out, so you can guess how long ago this wasm but I have no clue when it was actually uploaded. I cannot find ANYTHING about it.