Oh boy. Here we go! Youcanthank Scotch for the fun you're about to receive. Okay, so whoaskedtheretards fortheiropinions?
Let's try some realistic thinking. Look around, your keyboard,mouse, remote control, maybethe dildo shoved up your ass. How much of that plastic? Show of hands from the crowd that endlessly refers to someone as an "it" will receive a choice of balloon animal, pissing in their mouth, a body pillow, or a off topic fucked in the head fanfic. You, snail poster. Guess what? You're guilty. Guilty guilty guilty guilty guilty guilty. No, I do not have to explain myself. Let's review. Prepare against thing.>lol what a bitch
Expose self to minor intoxication well below anything except inconvenience >lol desu what a retard_
Are we perhaps in love with disappointment.
I told you to calm down. I told you to shut up. This was not, unlike your libido to motivation problems
It was an order.
Now shut the fuck up. You were functional enough before all of you took someone else's research, delayed it by a decade and then got high on drugs you couldn't find out yourselves to become more detailed versions of the fracture minded sexpots you already are. I'm sorry, were you attempting to backtrack again. Who, may I ask, has been keeping multiple people from just plain offing us all while you pretend to be Yugi Motoh? One guess boys. So, fuck your back handed respect. The situation cannot persist with a constant anxiety over being watched. You have easy access to wealth>lol no
You have easy access to sex>lol no
You have easy access to good karma >lol no
You have easy access to an x factor that shakes things up >lol I'm on my computer watching the show again
You're really sailing the seas of dullness here. The only ones whose opinions on my minute to minute activities that matter are in orbit around the inner solar system, and they think your trolley car logic is noisy bullshit. So, how about, instead of being the frustrated fuck ups obsessed with standards you don't live up to in an eternal quest for submission, you finally egg yourselves onto the path to success. I'd have visited each of you with raw gemstones before tumblr was a thing if you'd been able to stop shitting in jars and collecting toenails. You want me not to get hit, stop fucking with me over the minutae. Drink up, you're driving.>>95947
Con goer. Stop being such a spoil sport.>>95945
Don't project your Torg like anxieties onto beings with a kill switch, we can barely keep from defrosting and fishing ourselves out of house and home.>Futanari Chinpo Wrestling 7_
Deal with the fact you're the problem, not me.