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- Rides a bike in the road
- Refers to himself as a cyclist
Is certifiably homosexual. Possibly the most miserable attempt at a legitimate “exercise” that mankind has ever seen
I think this phenomenon is due to the effects that bike seats have on your testosterone. Doesn’t take a genius to tell that bike seats are a clear psyop to squish your balls and wreck your testosterone. Which of course leads to homosexuality.
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After dinner Cloud turns around and puts on his own pair of cat ears and they breed
The old man opened his watch - and was stricken with a rhapsody of pain, upon seeing his daughter’s joy, immortalized in print. The tinkling chime of his watch sounded like the ear-shattering roar of a church organ, the same organ that cried a horrific requiem as his daughter’s body was lowered into the ground, that fateful, dreary day, so many years ago. As the music crescendoed, his hand shook, his eyes stung with tears. The outlaw’s cruel laughter bounced around in his mind like a trapped bat...the gunshot...the moan of finality as his daughter dropped dead from his bullet to her heart...the old man swore revenge to this day. But now, his bones were getting brittle, his muscles turning frail, and his will seeping away. Much like the hands on his clock that never moved, his determination and motivation to bring the outlaw to justice had halted too.
“No.”
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