Shitass is indeed, not relevant anymore.
Certified lover of Lord Kars.
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.
"Ongo and Bongo fought the nine Egyptian gods and won." - Google Translate 2024
I don't even know
Why are you even reading this? No one reads these.
Well, since you're here, and there's likely nothing I can do to make you not here at this point... 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 collection of brain-poison 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!
Random disclaimer: I am quite obsessed with Poison. It's in my fantasies, to my way of life, to even my gaming playstyles. The perfect... Poison. It's just beautiful, isn't it? Nearly everything's at least a bit toxic in some way, shape or form.
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, currently having a breakdown breakdown
Also, whoever invented tapioca is a damn bastard.
Also, I'm a damn simp.
Also, Please, don't come here just to be boring. Primitive behavior like that annoys me.
Also, for the JoJo fans: Santana is very much alive. He can come back at any moment. And well, here I am! What now?! I dunno.
That is all.
Certified lover of Lord Kars.
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.
"Ongo and Bongo fought the nine Egyptian gods and won." - Google Translate 2024
I don't even know
Why are you even reading this? No one reads these.
Well, since you're here, and there's likely nothing I can do to make you not here at this point... 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 collection of brain-poison 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!
Random disclaimer: I am quite obsessed with Poison. It's in my fantasies, to my way of life, to even my gaming playstyles. The perfect... Poison. It's just beautiful, isn't it? Nearly everything's at least a bit toxic in some way, shape or form.
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, currently having a breakdown breakdown
Also, whoever invented tapioca is a damn bastard.
Also, I'm a damn simp.
Also, Please, don't come here just to be boring. Primitive behavior like that annoys me.
Also, for the JoJo fans: Santana is very much alive. He can come back at any moment. And well, here I am! What now?! I dunno.
That is all.
