but, beith warrned thaout shoutld be banned if ye be not worthy
oh saith the scribe of sibe, and snacks of anioch
fore foretherth shalt the be banned.
Thoust the unbanned one shalt be modded.
magic runes on the sword are not for p0rns
that zebra is hella thicc.
Don't do it, Godzilla! You're Japanese, your family will NEVER accept this jungle nigger!
imagine literally being fat
Wow, I'm 16 again.
It really perturbs me that I might have had cybersex with someone like that person, knowing that the details were revealed to me and being the scattered brain that I am neglected to assume the world would and actually sort of, bottle neck into circumstances, that I would haphazardly choose to fuck something of all the details I've omitted, being this abomination of multiple-self induced personality. His avi is so cute, maybe I am delusional. Would it be this a fact, fate itself threading against all my intellectually based egoism and bargaining to find; something so readily availiable other than myself.
The avi with a 2-bit backstory, manifest from the spur of chance encounter, most of them follow the same formula for me, always…gaslighting my selections in gay or subpar fem modeling. Zero real relationships. Being inclined for connection I would go so far as to "fabricate" compatibility. This is what the fandom does to each other. If you are not outlandish you must possess some attentive quality outside of being outright sparkling lewdsome whore trash ("my apoligies to the lewd trash I have basically examined intimately while in -rehearsed and preprogrammed postures-.") I am superficial and only enriched by design, barely even art.
I just simply like to uphold my avi as some non-instance person (as much as the next one-night stand.) But that is usually the formula I've been dealt. This time…so it was too good to be true. Addressing strangers as fully fledged identities. Then one just like me, almost like me…maybe a doppleganger, some midnight garbage-cliche half-cultured drama-festered strung-out error-prone conversation piece, with a tendancy for a thematic excuse to take matters privately.
It was all too perfect until days later I wonder…oh my fucking god what if it was really him. How could this fucking happen. I almost want to kill myself.
Wtf negroid. U mean steam?
Owo. the idea of fucking manchild o_0.
When a dog-sized Psittacosaurus was living out its days on Earth, it was probably concerned with mating, eating, and not being killed by other dinosaurs. It would never even have crossed its mind that, 120 million or so years later, scientists would be peering intensely up its clacker.https://www.sciencealert.com/scientists-described-a-dinosaur-s-butthole-in-exquisite-detail
This has been a SCIENCE ALERT!