i am Hitlers top guy.

a parmesan cheese on a roasted baguette with fresh parsley type of guy

I'm mister race mixer, I'm mister BLACKED, I'm mister raceplayer, I'm mister interracial.

Friends call me colonizer, whoever I touch, turns to mixed in my clutch, I'm too much.

I'm mister racism, I'm mister pure, I'm mister KKK, I'm mister segregation.

Friends calls me colonizer, whoever I touch, turns to white in my clutch, I'm too much.

Nostalgia - it's delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, "nostalgia" literally means "the pain from an old wound." It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship, it's a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards... it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It's not called the wheel, it's called the carousel. It let's us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved.

Thank you so incredibly much for that lovely poetic compliment you bestowed on me you god-like alpha male. Please let me offer my gratitude by parting my legs for your pleasure to do whatever action crosses your mind. Then afterwards we will bond together in holy matrimony but it will be polygamous but only on your part. You may have ♥♥♥♥♥♥ encounters with any other female you lay eyes on but I shall never even interact with other men, and even a casual verbal conversation counts as adultery for me. However if you find a dashing female for me to mate with and you watch and or join in no matter what my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ orientation is, then I will submit to that bidding for you my lovely future husband. I love you more than anything in the world, and my only personality trait from now on will be that I’m yours and yours only because you are a genuine god amongst men.

You play bad video games.