Trainwreck Anisa Riyadh Jomha / @anisajomha & iDubbbz / Ian Kane Jomha / Ian Kane Washburn / "Anisa's husband" / "Poo-Pants Swastika Boy" - Anisa posting her bald nudes on OnlyFans even when married to Ian and thirsting over Hasan while her husband iDubbbz the Content Cuck/Simp/THE RAPED/ etc. watches

  • 🔧 At about Midnight EST I am going to completely fuck up the site trying to fix something.

How will Anisa beg for attention next?

  • In a hospital bed with some caption like “I lived bitch"

    Votes: 196 8.2%
  • Announces her psych hospitalization to the world on the podcast

    Votes: 217 9.1%
  • Vagueposting on Twitter about self harm

    Votes: 774 32.5%
  • Announces that it was actually Ian who was going to kill himself, she just wants the sympathy

    Votes: 449 18.8%
  • Divorce from Poo-Pants Swastika Boy

    Votes: 488 20.5%
  • Takes a break from all social media (lol)

    Votes: 258 10.8%

  • Total voters
    2,382
"YOU WILL NEVER BE A REAL COCKROACH"
-Asmongold to Hassan circa 2025
You will never be a roach. You have no dead rat alarm clock, you have no blood on your walls, you have no filth. You are a turkish man twisted by clout and politics into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.

Roaches are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed roaches to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even turks who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a roach. Your physique is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk roach home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your disgusting, Mediterranean dickscent.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with a turkish flag, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a turk is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably turkish.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
 
My face when someone is so repugnant it has me cheering on a sleazy Jewish leftist.

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