VAYY BE

VAY BE

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YOU HAVE JUST BEEN ♥♥♥♥♥ SLAPPED!!!!! YOU ARE NOW
OFFICIALLY MY ♥♥♥♥♥

YOU ARE NOW PLAYING THE ♥♥♥♥♥ SLAPPING GAME

RULES: REPOST THIS AND GET
YOUR OWN ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ BEFORE
THEY ARE ALL TAKEN BY
ME! YOU CAN’T SLAP ME BACK, I’M YO ♥♥♥♥♥ MASTER NOW

GOOD LUCK MY ♥♥♥♥♥!!!

I sexually identify as mom's spaghetti. When I was young I was raised to believe that I could do anything that I put my mind to. I knew I wanted to be mom's spaghetti. So growing up I would sometimes coat myself in parmesean cheese. A lot of people didn't talk about things like that when I was a child because it was frowned upon. But now I am trying to raise awareness, because everyone has a right to wear red sauce and parmesean cheese. Unfortunately a lot of us spaghettiers end up at rap battles only because that's where we Are accepted. And even then we just feel like we are parts of sweaters. Please help me raise awareness for us who choose to be Mom's spaghetti.

I sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of soaring over the oilfields dropping hot sticky loads on disgusting foreigners. People say to me that a person being a helicopter is Impossible and I'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon install rotary blades, 30 mm cannons and AMG-114 Hellfire missiles on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "Apache" and respect my right to kill from above and kill needlessly. If you can't accept me you're a heliphobe and need to check your vehicle privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.

My Grandfather smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, 'If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately.'. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three years later he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and destroyed me. My mother said to me- 'Don't ever smoke. Please don't put your family through what your Grandfather put us through." I agreed. At 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your gameplay gave me cancer anyway.