who said that

I know we joke and all but i think my mind is destroyed for real

"I don't need to stretch in the morning" - the shambling crackler

u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then

Turning the cuck chair around backwards to show I'm not like your other, boring cuckolds

*youth pastor voice* you know who else got nailed while all his friends watched? that's right,

puts my uncomfortably wet hand on your shoulder. see here, gay boy- can i call you gay boy?

I’m soooooo embarrassed. My lord told me “good night,” but I thought he was calling me a good knight, and, well, you could hear it clink against my codpiece.

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