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You and you girlfriend have been together for 1 year and 1 week up to today. It has gone sexual already and always was very emotional. You both love eachother and love spending time together. But after she made your birthday into your worst day ever, refuses to cuddle or anything if you don't fremch kiss her, after she made you ill by kissing you because she had an illness (Angina) and you unlike her weren't immune so you lost a month of school laying in bed with sincere pain in your thoat, and you now worked for 3 weeks to earn some pocketmoney you are tired all the time and annoied of her ignorant behaviour regarding how much you work every day and question yourself if you still love her. You come to the conclusion that you can't feel no more love and just feel bad and your gut feeling tells you that a decision has to be made now...

1) Pretend you're okay, swallowing all, risking your own mental breakdown

2) Request a break, but knowing there is no future for you both

3) Tell her you don't feel the love anymore but would like to have sex with her instead

4) Accept your fate and be honest and end it because the thought of using her for sex disgusts you

5) Meet her to have sex with her and afterwards tell her you want to break up

So I had grown up in a ghetto little town in Brazil... it was hell. Steep ass roads, criminals always about, dirt everywhere, corrupt police, etc.

Then my family moved to the US when I was 5... it was a ghetto part for US standards, but much better than Brazil. But there, people treated my mom like absolute trash. She could barely speak English, was only 5'02, and was overall very meek and submissive in nature. And we lived in a racist Black neighborhood... there, the Black women, who were physically bigger (taller, more bulk), and more aggressive and violent, constantly beat up my mom. She couldn't even say a "good morning" to them without them saying something like, "Oh hell no! This little white devil foreign Spanish lady with an accent tryin' to talk to me? I'ma beat her ass!" And one day, one of those women beat her up so bad she killed my mom. It was the saddest day of my life. And the women in the neighborhood didn't care.

My dad wasn't exposed to this violence, as he went to work, and rarely got involved with the neighborhood... but my mom was a stay at home mom. So she was fucked.

As a result, I wanted to become as strong, big, and intimidating as I could, just so no one messes with me, and I don't have the same fate as my mom. Big and strong was my idea of power, even when it came to the shows I watched.

By the time I was in high school, I started to exercise and go to the gym literally everyday, for about 5-6 hours each. By the end of my freshman year, I was more chiseled up than I had ever been in my life. And at the start of my sophomore year, no one even dared lay a finger on me. There were only a handful of people with more muscles than me at my school.

I never hurt anyone unless they touched me first, and was usually kind in nature... but I promised I would become big and strong and live on and not let anyone mess with me, which would make my mom proud.

So the deal's simple: If #ShaveAbd gets more votes than #SaveAbd @Abdkilani has to clean shave himself and post it on G@G.
Initially the challenge was for me to get 20 people in my favour to have him clean shaved - which was pretty easy. So the renewed challenge was to have a poll and the poll decides the fate of the beard.

Since the challenge was renewed on abdkilani's request, I have a personal request: If the polls go in favour of clean shave Kilani will have to shave one side of his face and post a 'How Do I Look' question. (personal request... Think of it as a request from the bday boy 😛)





I leave the clean shaved face to your imagination 😈
No doubt the beard looks great on him, but I want him clean 😂😈