this guy has a huge dong and loves black men trust me

ayo ♥♥♥♥ this kid

Dan’s the man

2ND UPDATE: Recently I have been feeling tougher and I have noticed the police have been hassling me more and more for my mark. Those filthy clean skins, who do they think they are. They don’t know us, they don’t know that we are inked. WE. ARE. ONE

UPDATE (Part 2/2): I recall waking up in a small room, I was still groggy but I felt a sharp pain on my left arm. I was out of it but what I could make out was a dark white room, And it felt like it was moving, I think I was in the back of a van. After a while the room or van stopped moving and my “buddy” appeared with a sinister grin plastered on his face. He pointed at my arm, right where the pain was coming from, then he lifted up his shirts sleeve revealing a new tattoo: it was the brotherhood of steel logo. He looked me straight in the eyes, unblinking and said “we are inked. We are one”. Before I could mutter a word I passed out again. When I awoke, I wondered if the whole thing was a dream, but I looked down at my arm to see the I am indeed MARKED.

Thinking back I don’t know how or where he even got a van. He doesn’t even have a license! Maybe the “guy” he’s got hooked him up.

UPDATE (Part 1/2): He did it, he found me. I don’t know how or why but he did. After the last post he cut off all Contact with me, blocking me on everything. I tried to mend the bridge, but after weeks of trying I had to give up. It all started yesterday, I was out with my friends, having a drink, enjoying the night. I got up to go to walk to my car, then POOF. Nothing. That’s all I remember.