+rep The Definitive Warden main(He's better)

got the 69th comment, les gooooo

+rep literally superglue (keeping me together)

+rep was there for nobody in 2018

+rep tolerates

+rep love of my life

+rep good pybro

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i need friend

Oh. Oh yeah.

let amogus die already

Sussy baka amogus

all your dumpy is belong to me

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c0ck :)

Cutie pie

Happy 3 years of friendship UwU <3 You've been such a good boy all these years ;D

wait wheres my candy

James is jealous

FISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MAD ♥♥♥

FISH

+rep UwU UwU SiBAEmon

I was born into a family of non-yeeters. Every morning before I went to school my father would say, "if I ever find out that you've hit that yeet, I'll thump ya."
"Yes, pa," I would always reply. It was a regular occurrence for him to burst into my room unannounced while I was relaxing or doing homework.
"Y'all hitting that yeet?" he would seeth.
"No, pa," I would answer.
"Good." He would then walk out the room and shout, "If I ever catch ya, it's a thumpin'."
It was a difficult upbringing. I had seen my friends hittin' that yeet at school, and many of them encouraged me to partake.

I would swallow my pride. "No thanks. I don't wanna catch a thumpin' from pa." As a result, I was an outcast. A loner. I became depressed, knowing that I would never be like my peers, I would never fit in - I would never hit that yeet.
One day, when I was still but a wee lad, I became curious. I was in my room, watching Instagram videos of fellas my age hittin' that yeet all over town without a care in the world. My intentions got the better of me. I stood up, my knees trembling. Carefully, I leaned onto my right foot and raised my hand in the air.
I breathed in.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!"
My father burst from my closet. "I told you I'd thump ya if I ever caught you hittin' that yeet, ♥♥♥♥♥," he ejaculated.
Then, he thumped me.

I haven't hit that yeet since.
Until today. This morning was my father's funeral. At the procession, my brother asked me to say a few words. I told him I only needed one.
With confidence, I approached the podium. I gazed out upon the gathering of sad faces. I cleared my throat and leaned into the microphone.
"Yeet," I spake.
Suddenly, my father leapt from his hand-crafted mahogany coffin, the gunshot wound still in his chest. He sprinted up to the podium with the energy of a man without a gunshot wound in his chest.
"Y'all hittin' that dirty ♥♥♥♥♥♥' yeet at my funeral?" he ejaculated. He raised his hand to thump me.
"Not so fast, pa." I grabbed his hand. "Yaint thumpin' no mo'."
My father looked at me with eyes as open as the gunshot wound in his chest. A tear fell from his right eye, which also had a monocle. "The student becomes the teacher," he said.
"The student becomes the yeetcher," I corrected him.

Mi gfreits ned

nice ♥♥♥♥ bro

probably broken

tummy in my cummy

nice ♥♥♥♥ user

Good guy

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+rep don't touch his ela

wHereS FIsHEDy :(

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+rep uwu god owo lol c:

+rep the best person i have ever met

Idk :/

UwU

nice guy

kannst du mit mir alien swarm spielen ? Ich brauch halt eben den TF2 Hut . Wenn du mit mir spielen kannst dann schreib mich an