Holy fucking shit. I want to bang Timmy Nook from Animal Crossing so goddamn bad. I can't stand it anymore. Every time I go to Nookβs Cranny I get a massive erection. I've seen literally every rule 34 post there is of him online. My dreams are nothing but constant fucking sex with Timmy Nook. I'm sick of waking up every morning with six nuts in my boxers and knowing that those are nuts that should've been busted inside of Timmy Nookβs tight tanuki asshole. I want him to have my mutant human/tanuki babies.
Fuck, my fucking mom caught me with a raccoon I found in the trash. I'd dressed him in my dadβs Hawaiian shirt and went to fucking town. She hasn't said a word to me in 10 hours and I'm worried she's gonna take away my Nintendo Switch. I might not ever get to see Timmy Nook again.
I used to be a real ad
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Tips n Tricks to feeding
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Hey Imaqtpie! I'm gonna be doing some volunteering next week at a Food Bank and was wondering if you could play a fatty Yasuo game to teach me the Tips n Tricks to feeding! Thanks in advance and God bless
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League of Legends
50% chance to buy wrong packs
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γ½(ββ‘β)οΎ I'M AMERITARD AND I HAVE 50% CHANCE TO BUY WRONG PACKS γ½(ββ‘β)οΎ
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Kirby with gun
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Trump nuclear ramble
Look, having nuclearβmy uncle was a great professor and scientist and engineer, Dr. John Trump at MIT; good genes, very good genes, OK, very smart, the Wharton School of Finance, very good, very smart βyou know, if youβre a conservative Republican, if I were a liberal, if, like, OK, if I ran as a liberal Democrat, they would say Iβm one of the smartest people anywhere in the worldβitβs true!βbut when youβre a conservative Republican they tryβoh, do they do a numberβthatβs why I always start off: Went to Wharton, was a good student, went there, went there, did this, built a fortuneβyou know I have to give my like credentials all the time, because weβre a little disadvantagedβbut you look at the nuclear deal, the thing that really bothers meβit would have been so easy, and itβs not as important as these lives are (nuclear is powerful; my uncle explained that to me many, many years ago, the power and that was 35 years ago; he would explain the power of whatβs going to happen and he was rightβwho would have thought?), but when you look at whatβs going on with the four prisonersβnow it used to be three, now itβs fourβbut when it was three and even now, I would have said itβs all in the messenger; fellas, and it is fellas because, you know, they donβt, they havenβt figured that the women are smarter right now than the men, so, you know, itβs gonna take them about another 150 yearsβbut the Persians are great negotiators, the Iranians are great negotiators, so, and they, they just killed, they just killed us.
Donald Trump
Why is six afraid of seven? Six hasn't been the same since he left Vietnam
Why is six afraid of seven?
Six hasn't been the same since he left Vietnam. He can seldom close his eyes without opening them again at fear of Charlies lurking in the jungle trees. Not that you could ever see the bastards, mind you. They were swift, and they knew their way around the jungle like nothing else. He remembers the looks on the boys' faces as he walked into that village and... oh, Jesus. The memories seldom left him, either. Sometimes he'd reminisce - even hear - Tex's southern drawl. He remembers the smell of Brooklyn's cigarettes like nothing else. He always kept a pack of Lucky's with him. The boys are gone, now. He knows that; it's just that he forgets, sometimes. And, every now and then, the way that seven looks at him with avid concern in his eyes... it makes him think. Sets him on edge. Makes him feel like he's back there... in the jungle.