u/CrewBulky9868

I knew it was Griffin.

Kill Tony was in LA and Ben was in line for an entire day. It cut into his 6 hour work week!!

Where Tim spent too much at the SnapOn tools truck and has a ton of debt. He is forced to suck Wilson through the fence along his driveway in order to pay back the SnapOn tools guy.

Hey Guys,

It is me Ben. I decided roleplaying as Redbar wasn't going to work out so I am going to try and copy Tim Dillon now.

Moving forward I won't be publishing the podcast on time anymore. I will phone it in most episodes and no more skits. I will also continue my pursuit of obesity and will finally come out and crack open a twink.

-Benjamin

I couldn't imagine having to be the center of attention for a following on mentally ill people like this. I honestly feel bad for Ben lol but at the same time you are what you attract to some degree.

vanilla extract > the combustion engine

Rimming for President.

Frozen Cuban bowl since I don't have the motivation to actually make anything.

My boyfriend and I had been together for coming on 4 years. We met in highschool, and hit off pretty much instantly. We both played games, loved food, read a bunch, and loved getting out and exploring. We just had fun together, and continued to through a lot of our relationship. I was college-bound to a great school in Canada a timezone away, he had one more year of high school. We decided to try long distance. It was really hard, but we made it work. We had our issues, and a lot of them were around sex. We're both very sexual people, but over long distance it was hard for both of us to get our needs met. He had a frankly terrible home life. He's trans, and his parents weren't accepting of him at all. He dealt with a lot at home, and as such wasn't always very sexually active with me. The longer that it went on, the less he seemed to have any sex drive while I was away. This came to a head in April of this year.

Hindsight being 20/20, we should've broken up. We nearly did. He felt like it was too much, like he couldn't provide what I needed, and that I wasn't there for him in a way that he needed. He felt like I lectured him on how to fix his problems, when he just wanted support from me; I thought I was being supportive. We took a break from each other for a few days, and talked again. In that time, he told all of his friends that we broke up, when we hadn't yet. I pitched the idea of basically resetting our relationship, and trying to rebuild what we had before, with some additional conditions that I'd spend a lot more time improving how I respond to him when he needs my help. He agreed, and it was tense at first, but as we spent more and more time together again, we were genuinely getting better. The only thing was that he hadn't told his friends we were together again. That should've been a red flag in hindsight, but I was just happy to be with him again.

Fast forward to about 3ish weeks ago, we were scrolling through a bunch of these discussion questions for partners on TikTok. A bunch of them were kind of stupid, but one was whether or not we thought the other person could cheat. Something about the look on his eyes, the tone of his voice, it didn't sit right with me, but I thought I was just being paranoid. Jump forward again to this last Sunday, he'd forgotten his phone in my car. He'd just moved out of his parents place, and we were in the middle of getting him set up. We were going to see each other the next day, so I just held onto it and thought I'd give it to him on Monday. Our earlier conversation about cheating came up, and as much as I thought I was wrong, I snooped. I thought maybe his roommates, but I didn't find anything. He'd met a guy, James, playing on a Minecraft server. Personally I wasn't a huge fan of him, but he and my bf were good friends and they had fun roleplaying on this Minecraft server that they'd each made several other friends on. I search my name in their messages, and the first message was about 3 weeks ago, but it wasn't my name. It was about how my boyfriend wanted to Jack him off while he rode his face, along with a nude picture of him. I started to hyperventilate, and my vision got fuzzy and I honestly thought I was going to pass out. I kept digging, and kept finding more and more. He would call James the pet names he used for me, he'd send James all the videos and pictures that I'd wanted from him while I was away but could only rarely get. They'd been doing this since our argument in April, and only stopped after our conversation about cheating a few weeks ago.

I texted my bf when he was going to tell me about James, and he called asking what I was talking about before quietly saying "you found the pictures, didn't you?" I hung up. He was blowing up my phone about how sorry he was, how he was going to tell me eventually, that it was all him and not me. I've been swinging wildly through emotions. I'm still so angry, betrayed, and above all grieving the future I feel I lost. We talked yesterday, and he said that I didn't make him feel like a man in our relationship, that sometimes he doubted that I was attracted to him. He felt like with James he got what he needed sexually. We'd been doing weekly check ins to talk about what was bothering us in our relationship, and this was the first I'd heard any of this.

I'm so upset because I feel like we could've fixed it, like we fixed so many other things. Even now, I still feel like we can fix it. We agreed to talk once a month, and even about getting back together in the future. But I don't know if I should, or even can. The messages he sent James haunt me and keep me awake at night. But fuck, we were so good together. We'd both grown and become better people together, and we had this future that wasn't intimately detailed but it was something we both wanted and he threw away for a man that'll never get to hold him like I did, never love him like I did. I'm such a mess and what I want seems to change every hour. We're on our first few days of no contact until August, and I guess I'm hoping that I'll figure out what I want, or that he'll start changing so that this doesn't happen again. My friends saying that we need to stay broken up are probably right in all this, but there's a small and probably delusional part of me that thinks we can make it work. I don't know, I'm just tired of hurting so much already.