[Copypasta] Only the chosen one can hold his donger

twitchquotes: 8=====> Only the chosen one can hold his donger ⎝ PogChamp ⎠
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February 2016

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You guessed it right, I'm from NA

twitchquotes: EleGiggle MY BELLY IS HUGE EleGiggle MY BRAIN HAS DELAY EleGiggle YOU GUESSED IT RIGHT EleGiggle I'M FROM NA. EleGiggle
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February 2016

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EU vs NA

Riot's MIGHT SPAGHETTI CODE of elo hell

twitchquotes: ItsBoshyTime IF YOU SEE THIS MESSAGE WHILE SCROLLING, Riot's MIͫ̈́G̅̄ͭͧ̑̋͆H̃̄̾̃ͨ͒T̈̐ͨ̋͊ͮY̍̄̈́ ͨ̅̈́S̃ͣ͋͗ͩP̅ͯ̊̏̌A͐̒G̿HÊ̐͌T͂̿̑ͫTͤͮͧI̾͊ͥ̋͊ ̃̌Cͦ̽OͬͦD̎̏E͊ͨ̊ͯ͐ͣ̆ ͗͋̉̆ͦ̽o̔̑̐͊̃̆f̓͌ͬ ̑ͩͣͤel̉o̒ͬ͗ͤ̚ ͤͯ͌ͩh̿ͤe͒̋̒̄lͪ̎̾́͊l̀͋̊̚ has leaked onto your computer. Bug splats and lost elo will come to you unless you COPY and PASTA this message 3 times ItsBoshyTime
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March 2016
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Anime girl tongue (ahegao face)

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October 2018

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You guessed it right, im 12 btw

twitchquotes: older than 11 haHAA turning 13 in may haHAA you guessed it right haHAA im 12 btw hahAA
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September 2018

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Natalie Portman is the reason I work out

Natalie Portman is the reason I work out. I have this fantasy where we start talking at the Vanity Fair Oscars party bar. We exchange a few pleasantries. She asks what I do. I say I loved her in New Girl. She laughs. I get my drink. "Well, see ya," I say and walk away. I've got her attention now. How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Natalie Portman? She touches her neck as she watches me leave. Later, as the night's dragged on and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she finds me on the balcony, my bowtie undone, smoking a cigarette. "Got a spare?" she asks. "What's in it for me?" I say as I hand her one of my little white ladies. She smiles. "Conversation with me, duh." I laugh. "What's so funny?" she protests. "Nothing, nothing... It's just... don't you grow tired of the egos?" "You get used to it," she says, lighting her cigarette and handing me back the lighter. "What would you do if you weren't an actress?" I ask. "Teaching, I think." "And if I was your student, what would I be learning?" "Discipline," she says quickly, looking up into my eyes, before changing the subject. "Where are you from?" "Bermuda," I say. "Oh wow. That's lovely." "It's ok," I admit. "Not everything is to my liking." "What could possibly be not to your liking in Bermuda?" she inquires. "I don't like sand," I tell her. "It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere."
January 2021

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