Freak zone past this point~ No trespassing~
Shitass is indeed, not relevant anymore.
Certified member of La Squadra, and lover of Mommy Arlecchino (Step on me please, I need it so bad it hurts)
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 member of La Squadra, and lover of Mommy Arlecchino (Step on me please, I need it so bad it hurts)
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.
