John, accept it. It's a fact. K-Pop isn't a music genre. It's a cultural sinkhole. You're actively worsening society as a whole with your degeneracy. Idolizing and worshiping generic, autotuned artists based on their identity instead of their musical talent harms the global music industry. Ever heard of an ugly Korean singer? I didn't think so, John. Your support of this industry propagates harmful beauty standards across impressionable youth worldwide which leads to poor mental health and eating disorders. Do you want that, John? Didn't think so, asshole.
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Accept it. It's a fact. Beatmap nomination isn't a volunteer job. It's slave work. You're actively worsening the community as a whole with your degeneracy. Choosing and nominating generic pp mappers based on their identity instead of their actually mapping passion harms the ranked category. Ever heard of a reading meta? I didn't think so. Your support of this such mappers propagates harmful mapping standards across impressionable players osu! wide which leads to poor play styles and farming. Do you want that? Didn't think so, asshole.
My Grandfather smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, 'If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately.'. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three years later he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and destroyed me. My mother said to me- 'Don't ever smoke. Please don't put your family through what your Grandfather put us through." I agreed. At 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your post gave me cancer anyway.
My mother said to me- 'Don't ever smoke. Please don't put your family through what your Grandfather put us through." I agreed. At 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your stream gave me cancer anyway.
Go ahead, call me lonely, a simp, or horny. These are MY FUCKING FEELINGS. I want to have the roughest and hottest sex with Belle Delphine. Seriously. Her cute accent, her lovely face, and her supple body drive me to horny madness. Every inch of her would be massaged and licked. When I want to finish and climax with all of my love, I would do it on her stomach, face, tits, and roll her over on her ass to blow the last of my load on those supple cheeks. I want to cuddle with her when I am done busting, and ask her how her day was, feeling each other's warmth on our naked, vulnerable bodies. She'd tell me how good it was and she'd confide her truest feelings to me, telling me how much she loves me. I would tell her I love her back, and she would give me a loving peck on my cheeks. Then we would get dressed and spend the day watching the Sopranos, still cuddling and even eating our favorite foods. I want Belle to be my girlfriend, my lover, my wife, and my life. I love her and want her to be mine. Is this a copy-pasta? No. I typed out every word to proclaim how I feel. Every time you ask who she is, look back on this: SHE IS MY WIFE. I love Belle Delphine, and these are MY original thoughts and feelings.
Go ahead, call me a simp, or horny. These are MY F*CKING FEELINGS. I want to be dominated by Mei Mei. Seriously. Her cute voice, her lovely face, and her adorable haircut drive me to love-fueled madness. Every inch of her should be worshipped like the god she is. When I want to stop I'd beg for more from my queen. I want to be her Organ Donor, and ask her how her day was, feeling my warm breath on her cold truest feelings to me, telling me how much she needs me. I would tell her I love her, and she would give me a dominant slap on my cheek. Then I would become her bitch and spend the day being dominated and even tortured by her. I want Mei Mei to be my master, my god, my one and only lord, and my life. I love her and want to be hers. Is this a copypasta? No. I typed it out every word to proclaim how I feel. Every time you ask who she is, look back on this- SHE IS MY GOD. I love Mei Mei, and these are MY original thoughts and feelings.
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Go ahead, call me lonely, a simp, or horny. These are MY FUCKING FEELINGS. I want to have the roughest and hottest sex with <PERSON>. Seriously. Her cute accent, her lovely face, and her supple body drive me to horny madness. Every inch of her would be massaged and licked. When I want to finish and climax with all of my love, I would do it on her stomach, face, tits, and roll her over on her ass to blow the last of my load on those supple cheeks. I want to cuddle with her when I am done busting, and ask her how her day was, feeling each other's warmth on our naked, vulnerable bodies. She'd tell me how good it was and she'd confide her truest feelings to me, telling me how much she loves me. I would tell her I love her back, and she would give me a loving peck on my cheeks. Then we would get dressed and spend the day watching the Sopranos, still cuddling and even eating our favorite foods. I want <PERSON> to be my girlfriend, my lover, my wife, and my life. I love her and want her to be mine. Is this a copy-pasta? No. I typed out every word to proclaim how I feel. Every time you ask who she is, look back on this: SHE IS MY WIFE. I love <PERSON>, and these are MY original thoughts and feelings.
Go ahead, call me a simp, or horny. These are MY F*CKING FEELINGS. I want to be dominated by <PERSON>. Seriously. Her cute voice, her lovely face, and her adorable haircut drive me to love-fueled madness. Every inch of her should be worshipped like the god she is. When I want to stop I'd beg for more from my queen. I want to be her Organ Donor, and ask her how her day was, feeling my warm breath on her cold truest feelings to me, telling me how much she needs me. I would tell her I love her, and she would give me a dominant slap on my cheek. Then I would become her bitch and spend the day being dominated and even tortured by her. I want <PERSON> to be my master, my god, my one and only lord, and my life. I love her and want to be hers. Is this a copypasta? No. I typed it out every word to proclaim how I feel. Every time you ask who she is, look back on this- SHE IS MY GOD. I love <PERSON>, and these are MY original thoughts and feelings.
Tell me why you and your family did a GTA 5 heist on the T grizzly’s diamond-fuckin’-encrusted testicle, my boy, you look like a double-dipped, chocolate chip, cleft-lip, charcoal slim jim with a gargamel nose, a Mr. Crocker hunch back, no fuckin’ feet, nine-arm, seven-stomachs, two ball fades, your stepdad beat you with a whiffle ball bat. You’re curled up into a ball like an autistic bakugan. You live in a sophisticated mud hut, your washing machine is a bucket of water that you shake, and you brush your teeth with your grandpa’s back scratcher and you floss your teeth with zipline cables. I caught you jerking off in a porta potty with a Thanos gauntlet on while your grandmother got **simultaneously** buttfucked by a clan of chimpanzees dressed up as The Wiggles while she was snorting cott- fucking, Keemstar’s cotton candy Gfuel off of the back of a dirty toilet seat my boy, you are really ugly like shit. You are a walking glitch, “dJ tRuNkS”. Every time your Dad asks you a question at dinner, you say “okay, DRRRRRRRR”, and start fuckin’ lagging, you fuckin ugly ass boy, you breathe like shit boy, ugly ass boy. And I caught you giving a reverse cow rimjob to your tickle-me Elmo doll, and that bitch was like “Elmo! AUHH”, DUMBASS BOY run that shit back. Say something.
