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we were having sex (Club Penguin) online and flirt for many hours,,time pass and we get taken down ♥♥♥♥ing and i pulle out my♥♥♥♥♥♥♥(5.5 inche) but then this girl (???) also take out♥♥♥♥♥♥
GIRLS DO NOT♥♥♥♥♥♥ this guy CHEAT and TRICK ERP (stupid futa fetish
If i found you in real life, i would get an AR-15 Rifle and shoot your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ brains out, your probably sarcastically saying that your scared you should be scared because right after that, i am going to cut your limbs off and feed it to the cannibals, and i am going to slice open your stomach and put a grenade in there till your whole body ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ explodes. i am going to burn the remains of your body and bury it in an excluded area so nobody finds out what happened to you. they'll think you just disappeared. you should be lucky i don't know who the hell you are in real life, cause if i did. i would find out what city you live in and where your house is. you think you can get away with harassing me through the internet? control your actions and what your gonna say before you do so smartass. use your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ brain next time
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Throughout my life, I have experienced Tourette like urges to say words. “Yellow,” “Sauce,” and “Saddle” are some to name a few. But now, I can’t stop telling strangers to “Bird Up.”
As a barista at Starbucks, I’ll often turn to my coworkers and openly say “Bird Up,” and face strict walls of confusion and apathy.
Walking past residences in my dorm, I feel the need to make eye contact and utter the phrase, not even with the hope that they will talk to the bird like it’s their dad, but just to make sound
I irradiate those two syllables into this universe with such little purpose.