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[White Devil]

A People of Walmart woman is more woman than Kevin will ever be, as disgusting as that is.

 

[Yinci]

Kevin can't even pass for a human, let alone a woman

Are Walmart cunts human?

A People of Walmart woman is more woman than Kevin will ever be, as disgusting as that is.

Guess you guys are right.

 

[Semiprofessional Sperg]

Are Walmart cunts human?

No, they are Walmartians, but my point still stands

 

[Rainbow Frog Army]

There's bi lesbians, he/him lesbians, straight lesbians, pan lesbians, they/them lesbians, asexual lesbians...pretty much [insert random word] lesbian, and boom, instant lesbian.

I...think the he/him lesbians are the stud lesbians, who basically are what you get when a butch lesbian goes even more manly.

The bi, pan, and asexual 'lesbians' would probably be very happy to help Kev dilate with a baseball bat because great job with erasure there, Kev Kev.

I'm going to bet that the ex-fiance was one wrong twitch away from bailing on the dumpster fire. Every so often, somebody who was faking being a tolerable excuse for a human being doesn't wait until after the marriage to drop the pretense, apparently thinking that it's in the bag once they're engaged...

 

[Miss Misery]

I'm self conscious about my forehead wrinkles, and Kevin's dusty klingon dome piece makes me feel better.
Thanks, Kevin.

Same, and I'm 10+ years older than Kevin. I just took a look in a super-magnifying mirror (the one I use to PLUCK MY EYEBROWS) and felt nothing but relief.

P.S. I swear to god I want to send every single troon a pair of Tweezerman angled tweezers so they can do something about their caveman brows, but you know they wouldn't use them.

 

[pog]

content warning: you'll be damned for reading this. Damned.

I was promised a management position in hell so idgaf.

Enjoy!

Spoiler: Slutty Cake

Kevin Gibbs sits in his room. He's wearing a grass skirt bottom and coconut bra. The bra straps sink unexpectedly deeply into his soft, gray and pink flesh. He scratches himself aimlessly under the skirt, the amhole never sleeps. The amhole always itches. The nerves are waking up, you see. Kevin tries to slip a finger into his healing surgical wound. Only his pinky can fit now, and only up to the second knuckle.

"I'm such a bad bitch," he mutters to himself, to no one at all. "Such a naughty, filthy slut."

He scratches his nude thigh, bits and flakes of dead skin chunk off randomly. He doesn't shower regularly and so he's always, perpetually, living cocooned in a fairly deep layer of dead skin.

He grabs his nearby bong and lights it up, sucks the smoke into the chamber, removes the bowl and then clears the chamber of smoke in one deep inhale. All of this is done with the boredom of monotony born from expertise. He holds the smoke in his lungs and points his face at the ceiling, he tries blowing it out into smoke rings, fails miserably, then pretends to himself that he never tried to blow smoke rings in the first place. While leaning back in his computer chair, he sees (upside down) Peni in the doorway.

Kevin smiles, his face upside down.

Peni has a cake on a wheeled cart. "Boo boo," Peni glistens.

"Boo boo," Kevin replies, flapping around.

"Uhhh, unnnn, unnnn" Peni pushes the cart into the filthy room, making noises like some constipated retard trying desperately to push that hard poo poo out.

"Uhhh, unnnn, unnnnnn," Kevin repeats, sounding like Peni but with more enthusiasm, like a constipated retard that's about to get a blow job.

"Unnnnnn, uhhhhh, uggghhhh" they say together as Peni moves closer to Kevin with the cart, Kevin steps out of his chair and stomps the ground with his bare feet with his hands on his knees, imitating sumo wrestlers about touch gunts.

"Hurrr, hurrrrrr," Kevin tears off his grass skirt, revealing his own neutered horror in all its... horror. He gets back into his computer chair. On the desk is a large bowl, just like candy bowl, but this one is full of progesterone pills. $100k was spent in five weeks, what do you expect?

"uhhhrrrr, hurrrrr," Kevin takes a handful of progesterone pills into his grubby, fat-fingered male fist. He scooches his ass all the way forward in the chair, leans forward hard, head between his knees like he's trying to smell his own asshole. He begins stuffing handfuls of little white progesterone pills up his own ass. He holds his feet in the air, his toes flexing at different points as he stuffs his ass with pills.

"uuurrrrrggg, hurrrrrgggg-" He continues to take handfuls of the pills into his yawning anus, displaying a zealotry that would terrify the uninitiated, his flabby hands shaking with anticipation, his actions reaching a fever pitch of desperation. The cockless must coom.


Peni, however, hops from foot to foot, clapping his hands each time he lands on a foot.

"Oh yeah, no one's more woman than you, boo boo," Peni squeals.

"thun muh boo boo!" Kevin hoarsely blathers.

"No one's more woman than you-hoo!" Peni's eyes are wide, demented, an almost religious and manic fervor brewing in them.

"muh boo boo HOOB!" Kevin adds in a very unhealthy way.

"No one, no one's more woman than YOO-HOO!" Peni starts spinning like a ballerina, he never wears a dress though.

"muh boo boo," Kevin was replying hoarsely when a desperate fear suddenly lights his eyes, "HOLY FUCK PHIL, WHERE THE FUCKS THE OVIPOSITOR?! IT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN!"

"FUCKING KEVIN IT'S IN THE DRAWER, YOU BETTER NOT BLOW IT!"

"OOHHH MYYY GODDD PENNIII" Kevin bellows as he slams the drawer open, grabs what looks like a strap-on dildo, he doesn't even try to strap it on, just holds the phallic looking object, his plastic ovipositor's fat end into his asshole. It's a long funnel that's narrow enough it looks almost cylindrically shaped, but it does have one wider end. This end is in Kevin Goob's asshole.

"URGH HURGH-" Kevin grunts trying to hold the load back, jumps up and stuffs the narrow end of the ovipositor into this anonymous, slutty cake that Peni happened to find. Filthy cake doesn't even care who takes it home, doesn't give a fuck and that's so fucking sexy! Lookit dis nasty hoe. Peni quickly positions himself on the opposite side of the cake, putting his face down to the cake's level, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out like the cake's about the money-shot his filthy man-face.

"GRAAAGHHH--!" Kevin hollers as the walls shake, the angels weep, the geo dome resonates the sound, the windows in every building within a mile radius shudder ever so slightly-

"ARRRRRRGGGHHH" Kevin let's out a primal scream as a fast moving stream of white pills begins destroying the cake, much like how an automatic fire BB gun might destroy a cake- bits of cake, frosting and progesterone pills fly into Peni's face, he wiggles his tongue excitedly going, "umm mmm uh mm ummm" enjoying his cake, frosting and progesterone bukkake.

"YAAAAARRRRGGGHHH" Kevin roars as the final pills fly out of his ass, followed immediately by a stinky, wet vapor caused by his colon suddenly clapping shut.

"heee, yheee," Kevin wheezes, stumbles forward and falls face first into the cake.

"Oh no you don't," Peni scolds as he pulls Kevin's face out of the cake. They start rubbing their caked and pilled faces together like the pair of degenerate faggots they are.

Kevin's hand starts stuffing the mess of cake and pills back up his own ass, it does this without Kevin even thinking about it.

"No one's more... woman than.. me.." Kevin mumbles vacantly.

Kevin and Peni fall to their knees, holding each other in their arms, Kevin looks over at the desk and sees his most recent acquisition, Unicron, looking on with a cynical expression.

"Beeee goooood..." Kevin says, imitating ET the Extra Terrestrial as he touches Unicron's nose, leaving a greasy trail of frosting on the doll's face.

The end.

this is haram

 

[Yamamura]

He said he that he was just going to open the box and look at it, then pack it back up because there's no room for it. Troons, once again displaying their egregious lack of forethought.

Nice investment, Kevin.

I can't be the only one pondering what's going to become of all the Transformers collection one day once Kevin departs to the big am hole in the sky, in minecraft. I'm humorously imagining Penny and Bonny lugging the Unicron into the Pawn Stars shop. And Kevin screaming in the afterlife seeing his collection being sold for little to nothing to Chum Lee.

Mode_View grooming.

Well when we eventually meet in person it'll be anything but a nightmare

 

[Comrade Autogynephilia]

That shed they live in is like a barracks, kev must have to lay awake at night listening to the other tranchers talk about what a piece of shit he is.

I wonder what penny and bonnies rooms are like in the master dome

 

[Boris Blank's glass eye]

That shed they live in is like a barracks, kev must have to lay awake at night listening to the other tranchers talk about what a piece of shit he is.

I wonder what penny and bonnies rooms are like in the master dome

Kev lives in the dome, not the shed.

Same, and I'm 10+ years older than Kevin. I just took a look in a super-magnifying mirror (the one I use to PLUCK MY EYEBROWS) and felt nothing but relief.

Remember, no matter how bad it gets, you still aren't Kevin Gibes. I think this might be the only thing keeping Anthony Burch alive as well.

Say the perverted man who fetishize lesbians.

Oof Kev owie you got me good. Yes, I will never ever ever ever EVER be able to comprehend this as I'm one of those filthy unqueers.
But hey, at least my genitals aren't mangled and I have a somewhat productive job.

Kevin daily cope.

Cope, seethe, and dilate actually just let your AM HOLE close up because you're a lazy faggot who can't keep his open wound clean.

There's bi lesbians, he/him lesbians, straight lesbians, pan lesbians, they/them lesbians, asexual lesbians...pretty much [insert random word] lesbian, and boom, instant lesbian.

Are there any Kentucky Straight Lesbians?

Edit: the sentences got mixed up.

 

[White Devil]

Kev lives in the dome, not the shed.

Remember, no matter how bad it gets, you still aren't Kevin Gibes. I think this might be the only thing keeping Anthony Burch alive as well.

Oof Kev owie you got me good. Yes, I will never ever ever ever EVER be able to comprehend this as I'm one of those filthy unqueers.
But hey, at least my genitals aren't mangled and I have a somewhat productive job.

Cope, seethe, and dilate actually just let your AM HOLE close up

Are there any Kentucky Straight Lesbians?
because you're a lazy faggot who can't keep his open wound clean.

This is really the best own I can think of when these sub humans start their copes on regular people :

 

[Comrade Autogynephilia]

Kev lives in the dome, not the shed.

Kev seems lives in the rectangular building next to the dome, you can tell by the shape of the roof and top windows.


The roof of the dome looks like this. Note how it too is open to the rest of the house with no privacy, I assume this is penny's room.


Presumably when the ranch was a normal family home the adjacent rectangular buiding was one big room, either the troons or the previous owners have partitioned it into indivdiual 'rooms', with what looks like MDF and left the ceilings open, like a refugee camp or something.


You can get a good idea of the layout in this post, I think there is only two bedrooms in the dome.

https://kiwifarms.st/threads/the-te...ogue-phillip-matthew-logue.86681/post-8584878

 

[Stupid Sexy Flanders]

The roof of the dome looks like this. Note how it too is open to the rest of the house with no privacy, I assume this is penny's room.
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Penny, supposedly, sleeps with Jen and Kevin in the same bedroom. No idea who sleeps in the dome - maybe Bon-Bon and his boyfriend (with the thin "wall" I don't think sleeping next to the room with Penny / Kevin / Jen would be pleasant)? Or any of the numerous people who supposedly live there.

 

[Boris Blank's glass eye]

Kev seems lives in the rectangular building next to the dome, you can tell by the shape of the roof and top windows.
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The roof of the dome looks like this. Note how it too is open to the rest of the house with no privacy, I assume this is penny's room.
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Presumably when the ranch was a normal family home the adjacent rectangular buiding was one big room, either the troons or the previous owners have partitioned it into indivdiual 'rooms', with what looks like MDF and left the ceilings open, like a refugee camp or something.
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You can get a good idea of the layout in this post, I think there is only two bedrooms in the dome.

https://kiwifarms.st/threads/the-te...ogue-phillip-matthew-logue.86681/post-8584878

Huh. I could have sworn his Troomerwatch Dilation Battle Station was up in the dome. We might never discover how much space he takes up.

 

[Quiet Dignity]

Fuck me, thanks for the gut laugh 'Nikki', that's the best-written piece of cope I've read for ages

"Muh executive dysfunction", gimme a break. He stays up till the small hours with his bong every night and wonders why he's a discombobulated mong in the morning. It's called a stoneover, Kev.

 

[Divine right to rule]

Let it not be said that Kevin or troons in general never did anything for womanity.
Every woman who sees them feels better about their appearance if they look at his grotesque form, trying to mimic a woman.
You can be the ugliest, middle agest, hitting the wall hardest woman with an egg-carton as empty as a soviet grain storage, you will always be more feminine than those freaks.
They are the lowest bar to pass in existence.

 

[s0mbra]

"I don't get a morning bc I have responsibility uwu" what the shit does he think people who work everyday do? Or go to school?

 

[Boris Blank's glass eye]

"I don't get a morning bc I have responsibility uwu" what the shit does he think people who work everyday do? Or go to school?

He doesn't.

"Wat dis wurk n skool ur talkn bout UwU
I saw dem in muh annie mays but never actuly visited oWo"

 

[Bubonic_Vague]

When you treat every shitty cup as your grail, you end up swimming in garbage like a hoarder.
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Nice investment, Kevin.

So if these plastic robot toys are cluttering up the shelves in whichever room this is, which room is all THIS garbage in???

https://kiwifarms.st/attachments/kevvie0105toys-jpg.1265496/

Sharper-eyed autists than myself can probably tell if all the "stuffies" there are in the same room as the plastic robots. Which means he's either gotten rid of the stuffies to make room for the Transformers (where are the STUFFIES, Kev?? Rotting in some storage unit? Or in a landfill???)

Or perhaps he's just filling up an entire room, the full 360°, with all this garbage so that none of the other troons have any shelving space for themselves. Although it's not like any of them are normal adults who own books or real art or ornaments, and the floor seems to be where they "store" all their clothes.

Or is this lunatic filling up the OTHER rooms in the house with his "collection"?

I can't wait until he starts filling up the new discarded-tire-walled shack with this shit. God, the huge toxic fire all of it could cause (in Minecraft) will darken the Colorado skies for weeks.

 

[Trigger Me Timbers]

I like that Kevin’s morning is: 40 mins on the elliptical, maybe an hour of “dilation” (although he probably just lays on the bed looking at Twitter on his phone) and showering (which by is own admission he doesn’t do a lot).

then he spends “hours” reorganizing his transformers.

That’s his full work day

 

[Boys Club Rhetoric]

I can't be the only one pondering what's going to become of all the Transformers collection one day once Kevin departs to the big am hole in the sky, in minecraft. I'm humorously imagining Penny and Bonny lugging the Unicron into the Pawn Stars shop. And Kevin screaming in the afterlife seeing his collection being sold for little to nothing to Chum Lee.

He's likely demanded to be buried with them. Of course, because there isn't a coffin in the world big enough to fit all that, Penny will have to set up crowdfunding to build a set of pyramids to make the ones at Giza look like childs play in comparison. Until they collapse 3 months later, naturally.

Probably not even 3 months once the amhole juices reach the structural supports