Oh, these? My boobies? My massive fucking titties? My super stuffed milkies? My honker bonker doinky boinkies? My fucking fabric stretching wind flapping gravity welling sex mounds? You mean these super duper ultra hyper god damn motherfucking tits?
I used to be a real ad
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This is the police!
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This is the police! Get your dongers in the air f***ers - you have been caught red handed. Stop with the copy paste right now or we will be forced to use Police Brutality. Don't try to get away with it by copying this and impersonating us!
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imaqtpie
Meanwhile in Forsen's mouth
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Forsen
Classic
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This copypasta pushed your comment into the void
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Oh, were you trying to send a message in this chat? Sorry pal, didn't see you there. In fact, I don't think anybody saw your message. Chat is just moving too fast with all these people spamming large amounts of text. Thems just the breaks kid, welcome to twitch. Don't even bother trying to share your opinion, because at the end of the day, the only thing that the rest of the viewers will remember is this meaningless copypasta that pushed your comment up into the void.
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Dawg u a crip or a blood fool
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so i was walking down the road today and 2 black hoodlums approached me. They asked "dawg u a crip or a blood fool". Startled, i muttered "I'm a kripp". The power of morosan rushed through my body, i raised my donger and blew both of the hoodlums away with 100% pure orange juice from concentrate. Value.
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Kripp
Biden's America
The year is 2021. You look at the television. SIlver fox President Biden announces a vaccine mandate for employees. You clutch your limited edition Trump Funko Pop. It has begun. You gather up all your belongings, and jump into your truck, hitting the highway for the airport. Out of your rearview mirror you can make out a sleek black Prius pursuing you. You make out the numbers β1β β9β β8β and 4β on their license plate. You are able to lose the Prius and arrive at the airport. You are almost free. At airport security You see a young man being dragged away screaming. The guards yell something about him having more than 3.4 oz of liquid. Thankfully you only have an AR 15 on you. The guard inspects it.
βItβs for hunting,β you say.
They hand it back to you and wave for you to move along. You breathe a sigh of relief.
βOne more thing.β
You turn to see a Guard staring down at you with their beady soulless eyes.
βI need to see your vaccination cardβ
It is too late. You try to run away, but you feel someone press a cloth against your face. Reality fades away. You wake up in some kind of lab, chained down to an operation table and gagged. The room is undecorated except for a single poster of Harry Styles in a dress on the wall. A single figure stands in the corner shrouded in shadow, fiddling with a syringe. As they step out of the shadow, you can make out their face, the roguishly handsome Gavin Newsom. He positions a large surgical headlight above you and turns it on. He holds up the large syringe to the light and chuckles, staring into your pleading eyes.
βDon't worry, it will all be over soonβ
He removes his mask to reveal his serpent's tongue, flickering in amusement. He plunges the syringe straight through your βsocialism is for figsβ shirt into your arm.
βNighty nightβ
Your world fades to black once more.