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Koffing
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the cuck is the thinking man's fetish
@Wolfry:

My greatest dream was a world without Jews, and I'm not gonna die until they're all dead.

I am eternal.

Now go back to rubbing your cunt, bitch.
WITH PASSIONNNNNNN
i will thrust my bottom down your throat and give you lung cancer
FANTASTIC. THE PROSTITUTION OWNING BUSINESS IS FLOURISHING THANKS TO ALL THE HORNY MEN
LOOK AT HOW QUIRKY HE IS

ITS SO FANNEH
oh wow he looks like he smoked marajuanna and is holding up a middle finger

ARENT YOU JUST SO FUCKING QUIRKY
generally when i comment on things such as these

there is a purpose, a point to be made

but frankly i have nothing to say

except

u r a f a g e t , f a g g o t
HOLY TITS THAT IS GOD DAMN FUGLY
bitch, I remember the good ol' days when there were just 151 one of us.

And we all fucking sucked tits.
@Zocky:

B-but if Shadow was dead, who would be the inspiration for all the magnificent porn?!
@lazyhomelessguy:

shush you youre just jealous

admin-sama likes me more
Sir, I am honoured. I didn't think I could do it. I didn't think I, Koffing, a simple ambitious user on a BL website, could reach so high in the minor nuisance tiers....that I had to be messaged by the admin of the website HIMSELF, just to let me know I did a wonderful job of making sure the yaoi artist animal could be contained.

I'd like to thank my friends, family, fellow intellects, and all the targets who made this possible.

Thank you, based admin.
what the fuck am i looking at here

this is shit
^^THE FUCKING IRONY HERE
Its a fucking video game with a giant yellow rat, 10 year olds getting kicked out of the house to go on adventures, and a ton of other fucked up shit; realism is not what they're going for.
>Sonic the fucking hedgehog being taken seriously
When I get your mothers mouth off of me
THOU ART THE ILL MANNERED BUFFOON.

sirah, mark my words

I fain would go to the bar, however, I hath one two many

"mark my words you villain, I pity thou" I said to the lovely yougn liege

"I fain would shove my fist right up your bunghole"

"Fie upon it, saucy bitch"

"Hark, thou sirrah" the fuzz art easedroppping on thou, I would feel amazing if thou were to be apprehended"

then the bitch kicked me in the balls and then ran away

the previous friday I had awaken up in a dumpster in arizona with a family of racoons who seemed a bit obsessed with seeing my cock.

I was still pissed though, cause when I was going back to Kentucky to dictate and make up your stupid laws based around social customs of the 70's I couldn't walk silly and sing the song to woo the women.

you can tell by the way i walk im a womans man

stayin alive

stayin alive

but I sadly couldn't. I did think of going to the hospital but it kinda smells like old people and crippled children so I didn't bother.

after I got back to Kentucky I burned down some orphanages and kicked a puppy. I then proceeded to tear down a church and build a Mcdonalds, as a symbol of American purity. Very productive Sunday to say the least.
Alas, poor parrish. I knew him, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent shitness

he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!

my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.

Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?

Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?

Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. shitsuckers....