(Popularity Rate: 80 ) Can you be arrested for importing certain sex dolls into the USA?

(Popularity Rate: 15 ) What is the saddest thing you’ve ever seen?

stic bag and a roll of film on the counter in front of me.
Inside the plastic bag was a small black camera. The camera was smashed up pretty bad.
“There is a roll of film in this camera that we need to get out and develop if possible. Is this something you can help with?â€?I was about 19 years old at the time, working in a photography store at a mall in rural Southwest Virginia, right on the edge of the Appalachian mountains.
“We have a film lab at the police station but our equipment is broken at the moment. We need to get this film developed as soon as possible. And, we don’t know how to get this out of the camera without ruining the film.â€?Since the camera was broken, the film was stuck in the camera in the middle of the roll. If the camera was working, the film could be wound back into the roll and protected from the light when the back cover of the camera was opened.
If they opened the camera to take out the film as it was, any pictures that were taken would immediately be ruined once the undeveloped film was exposed to the light.
We did have a small black box to use for this exact type of situation. The box was sealed so no light would get inside. I could put the broken camera inside the sealed box, reach my hands through an opening on each side of the box, slip my hands into black gloves that were attached inside, and open the camera to remove the film without any light damaging it before it was developed.
I told him I could help. No problem at all.
“Did you hear about the plane crash this afternoon? We recovered the camera from the crash site. We don’t know what is on the roll of film. Are you okay with developing those pictures for us?â€?I am sure there are people who would say ‘noâ€?to that question. I was not one of those people. Of course I would help. And I was curious to see what was on the roll of film.
“Can you develop this other roll of film as well? These are the pictures we took at the crash site. They are quite gruesome though. The pictures of the crash, before the bodies were taken to the morgue. And there are a few pictures from the morgue as well. It really is okay if you would prefer not to develop these, but we figure it doesn’t hurt to ask.â€?I had been working all day so I hadn’t seen the news. A small private plane crashed just a few miles from the store where I was working. It wasn’t that uncommon for plane crashes like this to happen. The Appalachian mountains were not easy for small planes to fly in and out of.
Since the photo equipment at the police station wasn’t working, if we were not able to help them, they would have to drive over an hour away to the next closest photography store. Or wait however many weeks it would take for them to get their equipment fixed.
I told him I would help. No problem at all.
My coworker offered to help as well. She took the camera out of the plastic bag to start working on removing the roll of film while I grabbed the second roll to start developing the photos from the crash site.
The pictures came through one at a time, each one more horrific than the last.
The plane crashed in the middle of the woods, barreling through layers of trees before it hit the ground. Plane parts were everywhere. There was hardly anything left of the plane itself.
There were pictures of each of the bodies of the four men who were on the plane. Their bodies were large, covered in blood. I could see their limbs disconnected and lying on the ground, far from where the bodies were. The men’s bodies were torn to pieces, just like the plane was. It was surreal.
I checked back on the equipment settings a few times while the pictures were being developed, but I couldn’t look at all of them as they came through the machine.
The last time I checked to see how close the roll was to being finished, I saw the last picture on the roll come through. It was a picture of one of the bodies lying on a table at the morgue.
I packaged up the stack of pictures in an envelope with a huge lump in my throat. All of a sudden I wanted to un-see everything I just saw. But it was too late.
As I handed the envelope to the police officer, my coworker handed me the second roll that she was able to remove from the broken camera.
As I developed the film from the camera, I saw there were only four pictures taken on that roll of film.
The first two were pictures of the four men standing next to their plane. Fishing gear in hand, huge joyful smiles on their faces, arms wrapped around each other for a group photo before taking off for a weekend fishing trip. All four of them looked like they were in their mid- to late-50s.
The third was a photo taken on the plane by one of the men sitting in the front seat of the two men who were sitting in the back seat.
The last photo was of the plane’s control panel. When the plane started to go down, before it crashed, one of the men took a picture of the control panel. He must have taken the photo knowing there may be a chance that the camera would survive the crash, and there would be a small glimpse of what went wrong.
A small piece of evidence to help explain to their loved ones what happened.
I thought about those men for months. I wondered how long they knew each other. How many fishing trips had they been on together? What did they say to each other when they knew the plane was going down? Were they at peace with their lives before everything ended so abruptly?
This was over 15 years ago and I still see each of those pictures so vividly in my mind as I type this.
Those last four photos were by far the saddest thing I have ever seen. I still remember the smiles on their faces. So much joy came through those photos, showing a group of close friends excited to spend the weekend together doing something they love.
But they never made it to their destination, and they never made it back home.
I found myself constantly thinking about those men and the story that was ingrained in my mind from the pictures I saw. I did not know them. But, I did know the

(Popularity Rate: 93 ) What made the affluent single guy decide that purchasing his first $7,000.00 love doll was a far better life choice than playing the dating game?

Because he wanted something he could control, wouldn’t have to xxl butt make an effort with, screw it whenever he wanted and not have to worry about ever getting dumped most likely. Plus if he gets bored he can just stick it in a cupboard and use it as a coat rack.

(Popularity Rate: 22 ) If sex dolls advance to a point where they can completely satisfy men’s sexual desires, how will that change the world?

Most men are already pretty accomplished at taking care of their sexual desires on their own when they feel the need. The larger change will be if artificial intelligence becomes able to fulfill social and emotional needs. That would likely accelerate the breakdown of the nuclear family and further atomize society. It seems likely that virtual girlfriends rather than sex dolls will be the decisive new temptation in the Near Future (if any).

(Popularity Rate: 56 ) Is it illegal to buy sex toys in Michigan?

a rural area, never had a real boyfriend, and didn’t consider herself good looking enough to really ever get one, in a very tiny town in a school she hates. There the story stage is set. Most of her friends are teen moms, or about to become teen moms, she has urges like any other normal girl her age does, but she doesn’t want to just run out and screw up her life by finding the nearest sleeze bag. She dreams of a healthy relationship and true love someday once she moved away from her small town world. Now that girl goes to the mall with her parents, and one of her best friends. She knows what vibrators are, and various things, and considers getting one.
Now her friend covers for her, she walks into a ‘Spencersâ€?at the mall and buys a vibrator like a big girl, the counter person doesn’t really care, because they have a life of their own and don’t give two shits. Now if a five year old tried to buy a vibrator they might ask where the parents are, not a teenaged girl just looking for a safe way to take care of herself.
“It’s a toy honey, not a real penisâ€?Girls friend covers for her and she buys the toy, and slips it into a different shopping bag she already had. When she gets home she keeps it tucked away in a place only she goes into. A year later her mom sees she has it, and doesn’t really care, wanna know why? Because it’s natural and healthy to have a sexuality. Wanna know why it’s okay to own a vibrator as a teen? Because it’s also a way to “NOT GET PREGNANTâ€? Your not sticking another humans dick in you, it’s a safe silicone based battery operated toy. It’s not going to ejaculate and get you knocked up. That girls mother knew about it, and left it where it was. As a parent she was just happy the girl wasn’t having a baby like the Black Sex Dollrest of her friends who had gotten pregnant that year. Not to mention, no one besides you is going to know you have one.
That girl was me. The end.
I wasn’t nervous about buying it, however I did ‘out of respectâ€?want to make sure my father didn’t see it, because it would upset him on a ‘fatherâ€?level. However my mother did know about it and didn’t reveal she knew about it until my little brother had gone into my room for whatever reason and saw it on the bed. Of course my little brother was like 13 and little brothers xxl butt don’t like to think of their own sisters as normal humans, so he threw a fit and my mother calmed him down and talked to him like an adult and explained that it’s perfectly natural and okay to have one at my age.
Now i’m an adult, and when I look back on it, I remember my friends freaking out about owning one, or shopping for one. I was usually the one to encourage them with my story, and letting them know the best excuse to tell their parents should one parent raise a fuss about it. “Would you rather I go out and find a boyfriend to take care of my needs? This is a lot safer and It’s 100% effective in not getting pregnantâ€? . .That worked, and still does. I worked at a Romantix part time for a month when I really was pressed for cash back in my early 20’s. I’m in my late 20s now and I still laugh at the 18 year olds who walked in and were totally afraid of everything they saw, and I actually had to help them realize that sexuality was ‘normalâ€?, ‘privateâ€?and ‘healthyâ€?/p>

(Popularity Rate: 49 ) Why does my mom snoop through my stuff & tells me I’m disgusting for having the sex toys she found that she knows I have? She berates me and claims to have disowned me. She’s always berated me for even taking care of my needs the old fashioned way.

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