Alessa Gillespie
a letter to my future self
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- Sansa Stark, Sweet Bro, Feferi, tentacleTherapist, Nin, Aki, Catwoman, Shinjiro Aragaki, Terezi, Princess Bubblegum
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Harry Potter and the Chitter of Chatting
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Celes Chere
Banned
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- Noctis
No problem, babe.
Makoeyes987
Listen closely, there is meaning in my words.
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- Smooth Criminal
I thought Cosmic Horrors drove people to insanity if they were ever seen.
Either you're a liar, or a shitty Cosmic Horror from the stars.
Celes Chere
Banned
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- Noctis
Cthulhu
Administrator
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- Yop
I don't look as scary on pictures. Moreso on carvings made by raving lunatics and in the flesh,
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Cat Rage Room
Great Old One
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- Mog
"You takin' her to Red Lobster with the cheddar biscuits. The fam ain't eatin' cheddar biscuits, but this random broad is eatin' cheddar biscuits!"
Mormz
Pro Adventurer
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- Dustin
......wut?
Cat Rage Room
Great Old One
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- Mog
google it
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Great Old One
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- Mog
The Boondocks.
Cat Rage Room
Great Old One
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- Mog
I dunno, I don't mind explaining it, but googling it is the first thing I would have done if I was curious enough to ask.
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Great Old One
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- Mog
I'm not a sugar cookie getter.
Looking back you probably would have gotten less lip to just looked it up yourself, huh?
Looking back you probably would have gotten less lip to just looked it up yourself, huh?
Mormz
Pro Adventurer
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- Dustin
Bollocks. You get me a bloody sugar cookie right now!
Hey, bro, I was just trying to open up to you and and discuss things with you. I've been feeling down and I needed someone to talk to. I saw a perfect opening by kindly asking, "I say, Dear Sir, whatever may ye be referring to," yet you shut me down and banish me to google. Well fucking marvelous. I feel like rubbish now and I think I'm going to cry. This makes me angry to. I'm clearly going to have to kill someone. And I'll be sure to leave a full detail note of how you drove me to murder and how it was all your fault. Then, as I feel numb and lost, I will venture to your doorstep. I will step into your house while you're sleeping, and walk up to your bed. I'll wake you and tell you my grievances. I'll go into full detail why it is I have to do this. Then, as you're begging me to reconsider, I'll fire two rounds into your forhead. I'll then step outside and press the button on my remote causing a massive explosion. I will then flee to Mexico where I will don the name Enrique and have bitches with HIV feed me grapes while a 15 year old orphan gives me head. I'll start a drug cartel and make millions on all of the Americans and Canadians who are addicted to things like crack and heroine. I'll eventually be found out by the FBI and I will proceed to flee to China. I will start working for the goverment taking away the children of people who have had too many. Eventually, I'll want to profit from this. The women will do anything to keep their kids. After I have sex with several small breasted Chinese women, I will send them to America as part of an underground sex slave trade. I'll rake in millions. Eventually, the Chinese government will find out and I'll be forced to flee to Russia. There I will begin to make and distribute high-grade vodka to all of the drunken Russians. I'll start up an illegal weapons trade and sell to the highest bidders who are most likely American. Eventually, my Russian friend Dmitri and I will have a night of drunken sex. We'll realise that if we continue selling the vodka and guns, we'll be caught. Me and Dmitri flee to Siberia where we have arctic ghey rave man sex until a moose comes and kills us because he's on PCP.
I hope now you understand the consequences.
Hey, bro, I was just trying to open up to you and and discuss things with you. I've been feeling down and I needed someone to talk to. I saw a perfect opening by kindly asking, "I say, Dear Sir, whatever may ye be referring to," yet you shut me down and banish me to google. Well fucking marvelous. I feel like rubbish now and I think I'm going to cry. This makes me angry to. I'm clearly going to have to kill someone. And I'll be sure to leave a full detail note of how you drove me to murder and how it was all your fault. Then, as I feel numb and lost, I will venture to your doorstep. I will step into your house while you're sleeping, and walk up to your bed. I'll wake you and tell you my grievances. I'll go into full detail why it is I have to do this. Then, as you're begging me to reconsider, I'll fire two rounds into your forhead. I'll then step outside and press the button on my remote causing a massive explosion. I will then flee to Mexico where I will don the name Enrique and have bitches with HIV feed me grapes while a 15 year old orphan gives me head. I'll start a drug cartel and make millions on all of the Americans and Canadians who are addicted to things like crack and heroine. I'll eventually be found out by the FBI and I will proceed to flee to China. I will start working for the goverment taking away the children of people who have had too many. Eventually, I'll want to profit from this. The women will do anything to keep their kids. After I have sex with several small breasted Chinese women, I will send them to America as part of an underground sex slave trade. I'll rake in millions. Eventually, the Chinese government will find out and I'll be forced to flee to Russia. There I will begin to make and distribute high-grade vodka to all of the drunken Russians. I'll start up an illegal weapons trade and sell to the highest bidders who are most likely American. Eventually, my Russian friend Dmitri and I will have a night of drunken sex. We'll realise that if we continue selling the vodka and guns, we'll be caught. Me and Dmitri flee to Siberia where we have arctic ghey rave man sex until a moose comes and kills us because he's on PCP.
I hope now you understand the consequences.
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Great Old One
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- Mog
I am not a sugar cookie getter.
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