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What did prev mean by this?
The cashier shoves the reader toward me, whorishly. He's chewing bubble gum, like a faggot. It's a hot July afternoon and everything is sweaty; the card reader exudes yonic energy. I am immediately reminded of this post. The voice in my head that usually tells me to kill myself now suddenly jolts awake. "Remember", it says in the voice of a ragged old wise man, "don't be a pussy". I take out my wallet, hands shaking, knees weak. I fumble it around a bit. The folds open, assaulting me once again with its yonic presence, will i ever be free from the matriarchy. I lick my fingers and moistly slide them into the wallet, reaching for my debit card. Drops of sweat roll down my temples, my heart is pumping. Finally the penis of my payment is released from it's waletussy prison, the vagina dentata of capitalism. Teeth and ass clenched, i move the card toward the reader, slowly, contemplating how its life is just a road from hole to hole. I fumble, missing the hole, my shaky hands cannot fit the card into the tight slot. I grab the card reader with a sweaty hand; my finger brushes the soft, smooth hand of the cashier. He's still chewing his gum, like a faggot. I line up the card and the reader and with a steady thrust and a wet moan connect the two elements. As soon as i hear the familiar click, i am gripped by the sensation of oncoming climax, like sudden diarrhea. "You gotta type in the pin, man" says the cashier as i struggle for my life. I reach out with my finger, wet with sweat and shame, the rubber buttons edge me mercilessly with their nipply form. I somehow survive typing in the four digits. The transaction declines and i cum at the same time as i burst into tears, "tears make for great lube" says the wise man living in my head. I yank out my debit card; it is completely soggy, much like my demeanor. The cashier looks at me indifferently with his wet, yonic eyes, chewing his wet fucking yonic gum.
