Hey can you remind me how we met I never set a nickname and I think your alias changed a few times at some point I like your pfp though.

Thats it.

I'm tired of the deceit, i'm tired of the lies, i'm tired of the humiliation. They come in the mail, through my inbox, in the street, I can't escape it. They all say the same three things, the same three ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words.

"ｕｒ ｍｏｍ ｇａｙ"

I was on my way to school yesterday when someone shouted this at me through their window, I could barely hold back my tears of rage

NO MORE

I won't accept this anymore, my mother is NOT a homosexual, and you chicken lickin finger ♥♥♥♥♥ are going to have to stop or I will call the FBI this instant.

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Let's get one thing about me "straight" up-front. When it comes to sexuality, I'm about as hetero as they come. If a gay guy came on to me, I'd be like, "No way, bro. I'm a straight-up party boy who's into chicks." Yup, one gay dude wouldn't stand a chance. It would take at least four or five gay guys strapping me down to make it inside me. Sorry, fellas, that's just how straight I am.

After having my slime hole pounded, he then proceeded to plow my brown eye. Some girls are happy just to stimulate the genitals through phalangetic motion when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an antique doorknob in my smush mitten and a gerbil up my rusty sherif's badge. The unrelenting orgasms from his stilton sword plowing my gashtray made me come so hard, I began sweating like a paedo during a prison riot. The raiding makes me pour my spaff all over his battering ram. I can't wait to suck the Da Vinci load from his blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon.

YALL MIND IF I MEET JOSH AT WORK