Yea, imagine seeing Caligula when you were of the age where you were unsure if the blue mold stuff growing on your balls that tasted like pennies was a part of the new hairs you were getting down there.

I would put all those hooks up my ass and let them stretch me in all eleven dimensions. Thank God I grew up only with 4chan and Reddit when they had subs like spacedicks and jailbait. Fuck, you remember Ren n Stimpy? Rocko’s Modern Life? Caligula? The shit that poisoned our lil brains…

I have had sex on at least two tectonic plates, that’s how skilled I am at this “Earth” shit, pussy.

I put the DRAM deep in my ass. You are free to investigate at your leisure, up to the shoulder or beyond. It makes no difference to me. Dive in, for all I care. I serve American values with my dilapidated boipussy on the reg and this be my time to shine, y’know?

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I like how there’s a daemon on my phone thanks to Pegasus II that tells the Pentagon when I am playing with my penis. This is a significant upgrade to the Garden of Eden and I think we should continue on this path as a global community.

Tjis is my favorite version of this meme.

I thought this said Gabe Newell for a second and I was confused.

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Look how true this statement is boys. I do wanna fuck a really fat bitch. Like, fukken help a bro decimate some cute-faced thuquabdanite sweetling slut tonight, on the Discovery Channel. We filming this shit dawg! Get you a fold of the gelatinous foid! It all festers in this digital hellscape, I tell you boy. Bitch Priest of the normative order! I am Cthulhu for I have forty dicks, ready to go, for all types of cunts! There we go. Now I’m in the mood. You scalp a ho before? Then you ain’t in the real world! It a jungle out here! Good gravy!

It’s for marketing purposes!

I get the stupidest mother-fuckers to reply to me!

Yea, I put blue dicks in my ass, but not blue dicks that I have identified as seperate to my identity manifested from the dick-in-ass-illusion complex the Buddha spoke of.

This is what you people sound like.

No you ignoramus maximar! Dualistic dichotomy is instantaneously defeated upon meeting a holy untundrified fucksimacallit in the sheets. These beats be trippin’ dawg. Dem splamose in con visor. CRISPR? TF U at dawg? Fucking like she’s her own lamb slice and we just had an “uh oh, hotdog” experience of real time internet fuckery. These bosses be crossing nine stoggin. Bitches poppin’ and I’ll take ten to make two that’s three of you…and…ok…we just have to bring the busses and we are as we is and be boss! Ya ya ya ya! Go worship yea yes…

Do you want to touch me?

What the fuck. This is one of the rare instances where the reality I portray in my character is less fucked than the actual world. The world is more fucked than anything you’ve ever known because time goes forwards. God is a cruel mistress and so am I, so that bitch better have that floofy outfit I got for Her to wear at the start of eternal erections while we congregate unto each other.

Like, I get to say these things because I was a homeless transgender woman and experienced just the flicker of the flame of the fucked up’d-ness of men stepping up on me when I was sleeping, they looking for a hole to put their dick in. This shit’s fucked. Men need to get their collective shit together, and that’s a fact. This is a true story, too. Just spitting them blues. Jams. Bam. Thank you ma’am, but actually no this is not the time or place Greg…Greg…ah shit, he on the ride again. Doing his thang. I just let him do. We work together, in harmony. Shiii…

Gotta innovate it

Put ass on glass

I flick the bean to make a field goal

I know that fell outta my ass. You don’t gotta remind me

You really gotta eat it to beat it