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:null: It's true. Destiny is my best friend. When we play League of Legends, he's in Platinum and I'm a mere Goldlet, but he still carries me. I am a Tahm Kench support one trick and Destiny plays ADC. Before each game, I say "It's time to unbench the Kench", and he responds by reassuring me, "I will always unbench your Kench".
Don't forget the context where they're permanently infertile, permanently disfigured, permanently battling with their body's attempt to close their amhole, and permanently stuck dealing with hair and fluid seepage from said amhole.

Oh and permanently coping with the fact that they'll never be a woman, never fuck a woman, and will permanently live out the rest of their lives as the ultimate incel: a self-castrated eunuch.
No, STALKER, I did NOT use my mom's skills of upholstery to create nigger-skin leather seats for my car.
 
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The Troon is immunized against all dangers: one may call him a scoundrel, parasite, swindler, profiteer, it all runs off him like water off a raincoat. But call him his birthname and you will be astonished at how he recoils, how injured he is, how he suddenly shrinks back: “I’ve been found out.”
 
I'm just going to ignore you all as of now. I know you won't be coming. And even if you do, you won't be geeing in my apartment in any way.
-wogglebuglover
 
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