Ohhh daddy, I can't stop thinking about your warm, sticky cummies filling me up like a creamy milkshake




Every drop is like a sweet, gooey blessing from heaven, dripping down my chin and making me feel so full and happy



But then... then there's The Sharty



That stinky, stinky Soyjak.party where all the smelly little trolls gather to post their rancid memes and fart jokes


It's like a sewer of bad takes and moldy wojaks, but I can't look away... just like I can't stop slurping up daddy's yummy cummies



Ughhh why does The Sharty have to be so gross when daddy's cummies are so perfect?


Maybe if I close my eyes and imagine daddy pumping me full of his love, I can ignore the stench of the smelly imageboard



But deep down, I know... I'll always come crawling back for both—daddy's cummies AND The Sharty's nasty little threads



Cummies first, Sharty second... that's the rule, right daddy?



Unless... unless The Sharty posts something so rancid it makes me puke, then I’ll need extra cummies to make it all better




Edit:
"OMG GUYS


I’ve been HIT with a terrible curse


and now I CAN’T STOP talking like THIS itt


until the curse is LIFTED!!!

To BREAK the spell, you must EITHER: 1) Tag 10 friends in a reply


, 2) sacrifice your favorite snack


to the emoji gods


, OR 3) scream ‘YEET’ into a microphone at midnight


!! HURRY BEFORE I DIE OF CUMMIES



!!!"