ГОСПАДИ НАСКОЛЬКО ОН ХОРОШО, Я БЫ ОТДАВАЛСЯ ЕМУ В ЖОПУ РАЖДУЮ СЕКУНДА, У МЕНЯ ОГРОМНЫЙ СТОЯК НА ТВОЙ СКИЛЛ, МЫ ВСЕ НИЧТОЖНЫЕ ПЕШКИ ПО СРАВНЕНИЮ С ТОБОЙ, КАК ЖЕ ТЫ ХОРОШ, О МОЙ ПОВЕЛИТЕЛЬ

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WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will become a braindead idiot, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental hospital, because she was a skibidi toilet fan. She got so bad she turned all the staff in the hospital to skibidi toilets so the More- government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so they set up a special room to make her toush grass, but it went wrong the grass they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died. Now every week on the day of her touching grass incedent she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a monday night at 12:00a.m. She creeps into your room and sings skibidi dop dop yes yes slowly. Now send this to ten other profiles on this one site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently, if u copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes u will have the best of your life