One person on Goodreads rated all his (your?) books 5 stars. Everyone else who read this one gave it two stars or fewer.

Nobody (other than your 5 star fan) on Goodreads has read the others.

I think the 5 star reviewer is a relative, friend, or the author's sock puppet. Either way it's pretty sleazy, and if you have to go to those lengths to get anyone at all to read your book it can't be very good. So I'll take a hard pass on this one.

I find it difficult to believe people are willing to give this argument 45 minutes....I did not watch it, so I won't vote.

My opinion, if you knowingly surprise your partner during sex with what genitals you possess after doing everything possible to hide the fact that they don't match your outward appearance, you are trying to trick them and you are a trap....and I hope that label is distressing and insulting to you because you are a deceiver and a liar.

Be who you want to be, but be honest about it.
If you're a chick with a dick, wear a codpiece when you go out picking up dudes, not tape. You wouldn't be happy if that sexy buff dude you took home turns out to be a butch lesbian with a rolled up sock in their pants and a taped chest and you certainly wouldn't just go ahead and have sex with them even though you like dudes and penises....why would someone ever think that's ok?

Edit: and I think the answer to the question is obvious, if your sex organs are homogeneous with the sex organs of the partners you prefer, you are homosexual.

Seriously,
Google
"eden hazard socks after the game"

Don't talk to me about abortion you dumb prick. Laws preventing abortion in my state are keeping me from having a family.

That's right. If my wife and I could have abortions, our family would be bigger now.

Some people need to be able to have abortions. It's not murder any more than me jerking off and my wife having a period. Laws against fatricide are wrong. You don't get a fertilization certificate, you get a birth certificate.

It's like I'm talking to a Putin sock puppet.

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Yeah, that is a lazy dad invention right there.

I once put rattle socks on my son's hands, and after about 5 minutes he almost funned himself to death.

I visited a sports store during my last visit to the states. Their rifle section was about 15-feet from their basketballs. Weapons that can be used to kill a deer, or a child dear to you, are just a few feet away from section that sells jump-rope and sports socks with bunnies.

As long as firearms are normalized by being sold in the same store and non-bullet sports, I don't see things changing.

Of course, this is just my view as an outsider who can't escape American media.

My goodness, you are impatient! Only a Sifter for four days and already sad at it taking time!

Why in my day, it could take weeks.

Post good videos. That is the best advice I can give.

I looked at the only one you have posted, and it didn't speak to me at all. Doesn't mean it isn't a good video. Just that it wasn't one that I even finished watching.

I am wondering, also, if you might be a sock puppet. Wacker? Is that how your name is pronounced?

Doesn't matter. Even sock puppets have to post videos that people like.

Welcome to the Sift -- or welcome back to the Sift, as the case may be.

Most sensible thing I've seen you say.

My dong needs socks too.

I would choose green or 5 day shipping 90% + of the time.

He is right I dong need socks next day

Pretty sure that's his penises and he pushes them out his butt where they had been residing, scrunched up like a pair of old socks, until he puffs them up and they spring forth for a dick pic.

Damn it, do I need to like bob knight now? I get so confused when puddles is sifted and rocks my fucking socks off.

Sporting black socks. Must be an older gent.

Godsmack is how the wind feels
On the face of Mike Winfield
On his way home from the bar where he works
Nights - the worst nights, don't nobody tip right
And between the marriage offers and the fist fights
And if another mother fucker touch his wrist trying to pull him in to whisper
He ain't making it to midnight
Don't they know he got a lighter in his pocket
A matchbook in his sock and a block full of charred skeletons closeted begging to get out
He paused cause he's scared of airing out the thoughts
He can taste it in his mouth the sulfur and bitter carbon
Hearing all the burning bodies shout but no
That was a full lifetime ago and nobody ever has to know
He has never told well except Ronald
But that don't count he was sweet and exactly what he needed him to be at the time
Wine and candlelight and nice texts at lunchtime
Why had he not called Ron back
Guess there just wasn't a spark, ha!
No, no, musn't joke about these things
Wouldn't want to disappoint Doc Clark
So many hours on the couch
So many buried memories that take so many tears to get them out
Water hadn't never been a friend
Hold up - where had he seen that car before
Blue Acura dent on the left rear fender
Back again the sense of
Deja Vu
Strange things you
Never shake when you wake up in recovery
But suddenly noticing ash is covering his head cause it's raining from the sky
Dials home on his cell phone and gets no reply
What the fuck?
Where is the babysitter that he overpays
Body takes over and brain becomes disengaged
Michael is running his house is three blocks away
Adrenaline compensating for change in age
Since the last time that he ran it god dammit
Mike knows he gotta get home fast as he can
Looks up in the sky, glow's familiar
Knows those families died with similar
Awnings and on and on he keeps going
Hits the corner just as he hears the explosion
Screams come from the house, "Did you get them out?"
Mike asking the crowd that has gathered 'round
Tears running down his face
There's that familiar taste
He wishes it would take him to another place
Son and his baby girl in his home and he can't believe that it's gone in a cloud of smoke
And he's choking and running forward and hoping against hope that he might find them alive and well
When he knows the results too well and he knows that fooled himself
And he keeps walking towards the house rather what house is still left
No intention of stopping letting the smoke take his breath
Some strong arm rocks him aside Mike falls to the ground and cries
Why won't you just let me die
Why won't you just let me die

That's pretty sick *promote