Freak zone past this point~ No trespassing~
Shitass is indeed, not relevant anymore.
Certified ex-member of Team Bucciarati, and lover of Mommy Arlecchino
I'm the sexy French druglord, Curly! Batshit crazy one, that.
Perhaps a bit obsessive, as well, though my archetype is shaping up to be like that one character who's just seen too damn much, but now I'm just a perv.
"Ongo and Bongo fought the nine Egyptian gods and won." - Google Translate 2024
I don't even know
Oh~? Y-you're... still here~? Ohh, Di-Moooolto!!!
Well, since you're here, heh, you can stay as long as you want~... Ahem, anyways... Wanna hear something funny? So, there's this scientist, and he turns himself into a pickle. He's called "Pickle Rick". Funniest shit I've ever seen.
Your next line is "This Frenchie actually thinks that shit's still funny"
I do indeed, still believe it funny.
Now, some of you are subjecting yourself to this collective collection of brainrot because you wish to ask yourself if I am an option for dating. No. Absolutely not. Though, if you wanna try to prove me wrong... then by all means, I welcome your efforts! Or, unless of course you've got some good honey to bring to the table, hmm~... I'll have no choice then, I imagine~
Random disclaimer: I am quite obsessed with Poison. It's in my fantasies, to my way of life, and Purple Haze too.
That said, I would definitely, like actually sensually fuck a Grimer or Muk. If you can't vibe with that... No offense, but you've more than likely come to wrong place searching for a friend. Heh. I'm not your type.
Also, I have "the pass" soooo...
Also, currently having a breakdown breakdown
Also, whoever invented tapioca is a damn bastard.
Also, I'm a damn simp.
Also, I'm a certified ass man.
Also, next person who tries to use my jacket as a handkerchief gets it! Yes, that's happened before.
Alright, alright, calm yourselves, ladies. For that is all.
Shitass is indeed, not relevant anymore.
Certified ex-member of Team Bucciarati, and lover of Mommy Arlecchino
I'm the sexy French druglord, Curly! Batshit crazy one, that.
Perhaps a bit obsessive, as well, though my archetype is shaping up to be like that one character who's just seen too damn much, but now I'm just a perv.
"Ongo and Bongo fought the nine Egyptian gods and won." - Google Translate 2024
I don't even know
Oh~? Y-you're... still here~? Ohh, Di-Moooolto!!!
Well, since you're here, heh, you can stay as long as you want~... Ahem, anyways... Wanna hear something funny? So, there's this scientist, and he turns himself into a pickle. He's called "Pickle Rick". Funniest shit I've ever seen.
Your next line is "This Frenchie actually thinks that shit's still funny"
I do indeed, still believe it funny.
Now, some of you are subjecting yourself to this collective collection of brainrot because you wish to ask yourself if I am an option for dating. No. Absolutely not. Though, if you wanna try to prove me wrong... then by all means, I welcome your efforts! Or, unless of course you've got some good honey to bring to the table, hmm~... I'll have no choice then, I imagine~
Random disclaimer: I am quite obsessed with Poison. It's in my fantasies, to my way of life, and Purple Haze too.
That said, I would definitely, like actually sensually fuck a Grimer or Muk. If you can't vibe with that... No offense, but you've more than likely come to wrong place searching for a friend. Heh. I'm not your type.
Also, I have "the pass" soooo...
Also, currently having a breakdown breakdown
Also, whoever invented tapioca is a damn bastard.
Also, I'm a damn simp.
Also, I'm a certified ass man.
Also, next person who tries to use my jacket as a handkerchief gets it! Yes, that's happened before.
Alright, alright, calm yourselves, ladies. For that is all.
