Catchingup.
I have so many friens that I'd have to rent out a large venue to host them all but there are so many that it would be impossible to keep out a stray Kiwi who would come in and tell all my degenerate twitter followers about the degeneracy I post on twitter. Sad!
What the fuck would that convention even look like? Kevin hides behind a stage and tweets out banger tweets while everytroon cheers, then meets all of them to autograph and handshake one to three at a time in a private room so he doesn't get overwhelmed? Video games and magic card duels almost as smelly as a Smash Ultimate meet up? MLP, transformers, and Centaurworld playing on loop?
Most likely, a bunch of ugly people trying to fuck each other but failing.
Can you imagine his security team. A bunch of blokes in frocks screaming hysterically at anyone who doesn't applaud him.
You know, he already has Penny, Jarrod, and Sky. Why can't they train 3-6 more transwomen to be the Faux Force Five?
Can't stand the Queen you wanker. I bet Stebby gonky eyes schooled him on all the things he mustn't like.
I would enter into a tender, loving, lesbian romance with the queen unlike the amhole.
I don’t understand what he means, which borders? Because of Brexit? The Northern Ireland thing? We still have the exact same borders with Europe, no-nuts. It’s just significantly more paperwork to move stuff around now.
At this point I'm imagining that he's stupid enough to want to drain the water around England to properly connect it to Europe again.
What kind of idiots bring goats to a
desert?! They truly are the worst farmers ever. Goats need somewhere to climb, like a mountain

and lots of green grass.
I mean, they do have mountains of turds and green food pellets.
You’d think someone so apparently narcissist would have more respect for thier own individuality?
I recently learned from the farms that it is called
narcissistic mirroring.
I don't think he's true and honest narcissistic, but I do believe he takes on traits of his group as fast as he can as he has a crippling fear of rejection and loneliness. He has unwarranted self importance, but as soon as his group leaves he shits his pants and runs to get them back.