coward!

me n my dawg just seeeeeent yo asss back to the new lobby screen lemme know how it looks

you back the ♥♥♥♥ up. (not serious at all I was the redshirt)

LOSER go back to cod

In a glittering lab, a group of time-traveling femboys and drag queens, led by the fierce Dr. Glamazon, devised a bold plan: travel back to the age of dinosaurs and spread fabulousness. Activating their time machine, they landed in the prehistoric era.

Emerging in their sequined glory, they were greeted by curious dinosaurs. With a wave of their enchanted makeup brushes, they transformed a T-Rex into a fabulous femboy, complete with a sparkly top hat. A Velociraptor became a dazzling drag queen, adorned in feathers and rhinestones.

The prehistoric landscape buzzed with newfound energy as femboy and drag queen dinosaurs danced and strutted, embracing their fabulous identities. The time travelers taught them the arts of self-expression and acceptance, leaving a lasting mark on the ancient world.

As they returned to their own time, the femboys and drag queens knew their mission was a success. The age of dinosaurs would forever be remembered as an era of glitter and glamour.

One time I rode my bike to subway, it was kind of a hot summer day where the sweat trickles down and tickles your tender areas all nice and gentle like. I got there and asked the poor minimum wage employee to decorate my sandwich as I saw fit. Damn it was looking good. The sweat was starting to dry and get sticky, my thighs and cheeks were clinging together like they was in prison. I ask the sammy man to grease me up so I could unstick my privies but he just wouldn't give it a good squirt. I relent and make my way to my trusty bicycle. On the arduous journey back home with the smell of freshly cooked meats and sizzled vegetables teasing my gullet aka cardiac sphincter...I lose sight of my path...all I can see is meat. All I can smell is meat. I'm in meat heat.

I struck a car, lost in my dizzying fantasy of more meat. Tragedy struck. My sammy and all of it's delicious inner fillings of prime Subway ingredients was strewn about. My sammy was gone.

I had but one word to say: OOF.