Hey Kripp! So here I was enjoying my favorite food (pizza) and watching your stream having a good time when it started to taste funny. It turns out you were being super salty and now have ruined my pizza. Are you going to pay for another pizza or will I have to call the cops? This is serious.

Kripparian was sitting in his room alone, masturbating to Huffer nudes as usual. Suddenly, the light of inspiration came across douche-bearded face. "Wh-what if I used the brofist? Just this once?" Awkwardly leaning himself over his desk, he propped up his elbow on the chair and then fell back into his fist. "Oh... what a top..." he had to stop himself as the fist dug deeper past his outer ring into the depths of his chilli-hole, a gentle squishing sound could be heard all the while. "-deeeeeeeeck~" he finally moaned, splattering Cattarian with stray ejaculate.

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VEGAN MAN 🌊 😍 Take me by the hand ✋ lead me to the spam that you understand 🙌 🌊 VEGAN MAN 🌊 😍 The voyage 🚲 to the top of the 🌎deck is a real trip 👌 🌊 VEGAN MAN 🌊 😍 The crust of a Romanian man 👳 fueled by the banned 👍 Soaking up the 💦 salt in the spam 💯

Discovering his inner-passion for painting, Kripp leaves Twitch for good and takes Rania and Dex on the road with him to pursue his dream. After six months Kripp realizes being an artist is a lot harder than playing video games. But it’s too late. Homeless and starving, Rania hates Kripp, Dex hates Kripp, and, worst of all, Kripp hates Kripp. Buying a gun one rainy day, he puts it in his mouth and pulls the trigger. *click* He forgot to buy bullets. “One off lethal,” Rania sobs.