How am I supposed to know which VPN has the highest security when I wip out my card from my ridge wallet to pay for a website made with squarespace while listening to some beats on my raycon earbuds having smooth balls from using manscaped as I play Raid Shadow Legends?

Hello! I have been following your tweets for the past two days, and have come to the conclusion you do not deserve to have Raymond on your island. He is my comfort character and seeing him in an environment not meant for him brings me anxiety, so I will be expecting a reply to this DM when you have him in boxes and ready to relinquish him to someone who will treasure him like he deserves.

A girl.... AND a gamer? Whoa mama! Hummina hummina hummina bazooooooooing! eyes pop out AROOOOOOOOGA! jaw drops tongue rolls out WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF tongue bursts out of the outh uncontrollably leaking face and everything in reach WURBLWUBRLBWURblrwurblwurlbrwubrlwburlwbruwrlblwublr tiny cupid shoots an arrow through heart Ahhhhhhhhhhh me lady... heart in the shape of a heart starts beating so hard you can see it through shirt ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum milk truck crashes into a bakery store in the background spiling white liquid and dough on the streets BABY WANTS TO ♥♥♥♥ inhales from the gas tank honka honka honka honka masturabtes furiously ohhhh my gooooodd~

Personally, I've always been partial to the old Japanese furry masters. Nothing like slipping on a pair of archivists gloves and holding in your own hand a 12-block ukiyo-e print of a hot wolf-man threesome. Tilting it just so to observe the fine karazuri work on the enormous knotted ♥♥♥♥♥, knowing that no less than three master craftsmen dedicated their entire professional lives in the lead-up to creating this sublime object, once but a consumer novelty for the long dead fursuiters of the Yoshiwara pleasure district. The delicate but decisive brushstrokes that delineate each tuft of fur and spurt of lupine ♥♥♥♥♥, cut with unimaginable delicacy into fine-grained cherry wood and printed on luxuriously thick hosho mulberry paper; the powdered mica mixed in with the cinnabar based ink to depict the glistening drool that slathers from their passionate kisses.
Plebs these days will never understand real art.

haiiii