The Chickens Want to Run Away
The Running of the Chickens is a 2000 animated film that takes place on a farm in England, where the chickens are forced to produce eggs under the threat of being turned into chicken pies if they fail. The story follows Ginger, a chicken determined to escape this cruel fate. After several failed attempts, hope is reborn when Rocky, an American rooster that supposedly can fly, appears on the farm. Together, they plan a great escape to save all the chickens on the farm. However, there is a very serious problem, the average chicken can fly between 12 and 15 meters. The distance a chicken can cover in flight depends very much on the breed and size.
Their profile is that of housewives, mothers, and liberal professionals who are bored with their daily domestic and professional lives and dream of being eagles and flying high. But eagles are known for their impressive flying skills. They can reach heights of up to 10,000 to 15,000 feet (about 3,000 to 4,500 meters) and, in some cases, even higher. During migration, some species can cover distances of up to 250 miles (about 400 km) in a single day. And as everyone knows it is impossible to turn chickens into eagles, as a result most play submissive for a week, sometimes two, and soon get tired because they have no strength in their wings to soar high. Even more so when this relationship is basically virtual, where anonymity is possible and the same distance makes things possible, many of them are a lie. However, people all over the world can forget that and we will always deceive them into realizing that the truth is worse than that lie.
It's easy to want to be tied up, humiliated, fucked hard, wear leather costumes and accessories. Any sex shop sells this type of product. Remember that in the world of imagination everything is allowed, there is a vast menu of options in the ARBNB of sex.
In the world of fairy tales all the pockets and cushions are open and ready to be broken by the huge dicks of the eaters, the alpha males, the unbreakable Bolsonaristas <unk> could not miss the joke that recalls the shameful September 7, 2020, the centenary of the Independence of Brazil. In this world of horned husbands and open relationships, <unk>pero no mucho<unk>, everything is fascinating. In fiction the chickens run away, form even an Independent Republic, but in reality they hold the broom cleaning the house and dream that they are charming witches who perform enchantments with their mouths, pockets and magical cushions. In the parallel reality of the internet they are cinderellas, nurses, prostitutes, prostitutes and full of pleasure. Delos are magnificent wild assholes, capable of always springing up 30 cm long sticks in their pockets for good sex, and for lack of a satisfactory context, and even with their bad taste, it is highly unpleasant and unpleasant.
When we talk about BDSM then, they are all characters from the books of E.L. James. The Anastasias and the Dorian Greys are there in all their exuberance and richness. They are all on a journey of self-knowledge, exploring taboos, seeking to understand the complexity of relationships, understanding the dynamics of power and knowing all about their limits and consents. They speak of sadism and masochism without ever having opened books like The 120 Days of Sodom, Justine, Juliette, The Philosophy of Alcova or Donatien Alphonse François de Sade. In this parallel world, housewives believe that they have used BDSM in a therapeutic way by dressing themselves as submissive or dominating women to fulfill their frivolous desires and to be fucked by their loved ones, to be hung up during the lunch break, and to discover the most intimate moments of their imagination, during the most confusing moments of their life, to discover the most intimate moments of their imagination.
Contrary to what some may be thinking, although it is an acidic text, it has a very clear purpose: to remind the chickens that they cannot fly with eagles, even because if they fly they must be aware that at some point they will become the afternoon snack. Eagles, for a natural matter, see the chickens as mere food and do not feel any remorse in literally eating them. But there is an interesting book, it is the story of the eagle and the chickens, popularized by Leonardo Boff, it is a metaphor about the human condition. The fable tells about a peasant who finds a chick of eagles and raises it together with the chickens. The eagle grows up believing that it is a chicken, flies and lives like the other chickens. One day, a naturalist visits the eagle, and sees the eagle, and insists that it is always a chicken and does not feel any remorse in literally eating it. But this is an interesting book, it is the story of the eagle and the chickens, popularized by Leonardo Boff, it is a metaphor about a peasant who finds a chicken and raises it with the chickens. The eagle grows up believing that it is a chicken, and living like the other chickens. One day, the naturalist visits the eagle, and insists that they can live like the chickens.
Well, I'm this naturalist and I've developed my methods as I've reported in previous stories. I'm not Rocky the Rooster and I don't want to have a harem of chickens to eat them for dinner or a weekend of intense sex. I'm here to show the eagles the vastness of the sky, even if to do so I have to throw them into the darkness of the precipice. So if you're thinking of communicating with me, feel free, but first read all my stories, I said all of them. Then make an analysis about your true intentions for yourself and finally be clear that I'm not Grey, I'm the Marquis de Sade. A libertarian above all. Gratitude for the existence of the chickens, because without them we wouldn't be nourished.
Their profile is that of housewives, mothers, and liberal professionals who are bored with their daily domestic and professional lives and dream of being eagles and flying high. But eagles are known for their impressive flying skills. They can reach heights of up to 10,000 to 15,000 feet (about 3,000 to 4,500 meters) and, in some cases, even higher. During migration, some species can cover distances of up to 250 miles (about 400 km) in a single day. And as everyone knows it is impossible to turn chickens into eagles, as a result most play submissive for a week, sometimes two, and soon get tired because they have no strength in their wings to soar high. Even more so when this relationship is basically virtual, where anonymity is possible and the same distance makes things possible, many of them are a lie. However, people all over the world can forget that and we will always deceive them into realizing that the truth is worse than that lie.
It's easy to want to be tied up, humiliated, fucked hard, wear leather costumes and accessories. Any sex shop sells this type of product. Remember that in the world of imagination everything is allowed, there is a vast menu of options in the ARBNB of sex.
In the world of fairy tales all the pockets and cushions are open and ready to be broken by the huge dicks of the eaters, the alpha males, the unbreakable Bolsonaristas <unk> could not miss the joke that recalls the shameful September 7, 2020, the centenary of the Independence of Brazil. In this world of horned husbands and open relationships, <unk>pero no mucho<unk>, everything is fascinating. In fiction the chickens run away, form even an Independent Republic, but in reality they hold the broom cleaning the house and dream that they are charming witches who perform enchantments with their mouths, pockets and magical cushions. In the parallel reality of the internet they are cinderellas, nurses, prostitutes, prostitutes and full of pleasure. Delos are magnificent wild assholes, capable of always springing up 30 cm long sticks in their pockets for good sex, and for lack of a satisfactory context, and even with their bad taste, it is highly unpleasant and unpleasant.
When we talk about BDSM then, they are all characters from the books of E.L. James. The Anastasias and the Dorian Greys are there in all their exuberance and richness. They are all on a journey of self-knowledge, exploring taboos, seeking to understand the complexity of relationships, understanding the dynamics of power and knowing all about their limits and consents. They speak of sadism and masochism without ever having opened books like The 120 Days of Sodom, Justine, Juliette, The Philosophy of Alcova or Donatien Alphonse François de Sade. In this parallel world, housewives believe that they have used BDSM in a therapeutic way by dressing themselves as submissive or dominating women to fulfill their frivolous desires and to be fucked by their loved ones, to be hung up during the lunch break, and to discover the most intimate moments of their imagination, during the most confusing moments of their life, to discover the most intimate moments of their imagination.
Contrary to what some may be thinking, although it is an acidic text, it has a very clear purpose: to remind the chickens that they cannot fly with eagles, even because if they fly they must be aware that at some point they will become the afternoon snack. Eagles, for a natural matter, see the chickens as mere food and do not feel any remorse in literally eating them. But there is an interesting book, it is the story of the eagle and the chickens, popularized by Leonardo Boff, it is a metaphor about the human condition. The fable tells about a peasant who finds a chick of eagles and raises it together with the chickens. The eagle grows up believing that it is a chicken, flies and lives like the other chickens. One day, a naturalist visits the eagle, and sees the eagle, and insists that it is always a chicken and does not feel any remorse in literally eating it. But this is an interesting book, it is the story of the eagle and the chickens, popularized by Leonardo Boff, it is a metaphor about a peasant who finds a chicken and raises it with the chickens. The eagle grows up believing that it is a chicken, and living like the other chickens. One day, the naturalist visits the eagle, and insists that they can live like the chickens.
Well, I'm this naturalist and I've developed my methods as I've reported in previous stories. I'm not Rocky the Rooster and I don't want to have a harem of chickens to eat them for dinner or a weekend of intense sex. I'm here to show the eagles the vastness of the sky, even if to do so I have to throw them into the darkness of the precipice. So if you're thinking of communicating with me, feel free, but first read all my stories, I said all of them. Then make an analysis about your true intentions for yourself and finally be clear that I'm not Grey, I'm the Marquis de Sade. A libertarian above all. Gratitude for the existence of the chickens, because without them we wouldn't be nourished.
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