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I love Kevin just blissfully waiting for things to resolve themselves. He doesn't know if he has a doctor's appointment or if he's being double-charged, and he won't call anyone to sort it out.
To be real, I'd rather pay the fuckers at Hulu an extra $10 a month than spend an hour on the phone with some pajeet who is calling me "sir."
 
Good grief can you imagine?
You carry your organ doner card with pride hoping you can help someone else to live after your death, then some mental fucking pubebeard ends up hawking it flaccidly around every bath house in Cisco.
Your pride and joy in a hundred tranny mouths!
Only until it rots off
 
Oh no, at this point I see the documentary like kids view Santa Claus. Everyone pretends it’s real but it doesn’t exist, nor will it ever (even tho this probably is not the case and a shitty documentary devoid of entertaining values probably does exist).

A small part of me just wants to see Kevin sheepishly showing us around his various porn dungeons in a cartoon island.
I've been holding out hope for that documentary for months. I can easily see the release of the first long-form study of Gibesology being a major event, with a showing here on the forum and everything. Of course, the fact that 50%+ of the audience for this exclusive Tranch content would probably be Kiwis or Kiwi-adjacent viewers isn't exactly going to speed up its release.
 
One of Kevin's orbiters who wrote erotic fiction inspired by Kevin earned himself a thread
As I pointed out in the Kindness/Paul thread, Kevin truly is the Judas Cow. He has lead to threads on The Tranch (albeit the thread was inevitable), Kindness, Mode_View, Ripley, That Dani guy (iirc) and now this fat bastard. Even in his own thread he has Wedge as a sideshow.
 
I'm not saying anyone should do it, but I wonder if they'd drop him if someone showed them his tweets and the timeline of not taking care of his amhole and even going on record saying you don't have to dilate?

No, one most certainly shouldn't do that. Kevin's cancelled surgery would lead to a few months bitter complaining, at best. Kevin's experimental tunnelbore surgery on the other hand will give at least two years worth of hilarious hilarity as he tries to explain how he still can't get laid in his vag which, by now, is not just hurting like the willies but is also leaking urine.
 
You ever feel like maybe the Japs won the war after all?
The atom bomb may have left generational scars on the Japanese and slowly killed others but the cancer they've inflicted on American males is worse than the entire worlds nuclear arsenal combined. We should have just said fuck it after Pearl Harbor, but how could we have known? Maybe if General MacArthur was Gen Z he'd have been a troon too....
 
Maybe if General MacArthur was Gen Z he'd have been a troon too....
"Coom, Groom, Consoom" — those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying point to build validation when validation seems to fail, to regain gender euphoria when there seems to be little cause for gender euphoria, to create hope when the noose beckons... In my dreams I hear again the squelching of dilators, the buzzing of Hitachi Wands, the strange, mournful mutter of VRChat ERP. But in the evening of my memory always I come back to Twitter. Always there echoes and re-echoes: Coom, Groom, Consoom. Today marks my final roll call with you. But I want you to know that when I cross the river, my last conscious thoughts will be of the Korps, and the Korps, and the Korps. I bid you farewell.
 
"Coom, Groom, Consoom" — those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying point to build validation when validation seems to fail, to regain gender euphoria when there seems to be little cause for gender euphoria, to create hope when the noose beckons... In my dreams I hear again the squelching of dilators, the buzzing of Hitachi Wands, the strange, mournful mutter of VRChat ERP. But in the evening of my memory always I come back to Twitter. Always there echoes and re-echoes: Coom, Groom, Consoom. Today marks my final roll call with you. But I want you to know that when I cross the river, my last conscious thoughts will be of the Korps, and the Korps, and the Korps. I bid you farewell.
Holy shit
 
The thought of Kevin being ordered down the mine or being gulaged is almost enough to make a communist takeover worthwhile.
The reaction of Kev-Kev, his orbiters, the Tranch, Korps, and other pro-commie degenerates if they got forced down a mine or on a factory floor would be hysterical. They legitimately think that they'll be able to do nothing but play video games, draw furry art, and watch porn in a communist society instead of actually having to work.
I love Kevin just blissfully waiting for things to resolve themselves. He doesn't know if he has a doctor's appointment or if he's being double-charged, and he won't call anyone to sort it out.
He really has 0 traits of a functional adult. In his late 30's he has 0 desire to do anything by himself or act independently. There's nothing uglier than an old infant.
 
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