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Make me. Oh wait, you can't. My bad.

Man, fuck your shit right now I'm about to lay in a pile of balloons and take my ass to sleep. 

Talk to you whenever, yo. 

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How many times do I have to cunningly avoid the question before you realize that you ain't gettin' an answer?

Never. 

I'm pretty persistent, yo. 

Now, spill. 

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Good. 

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Pushy.

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I ain't pushy. 

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It was a poor attempt at being clever. I didn't need an answer.

Good that you don't need one because you still ain't gettin one, yo. 

Now who the fuck is you?

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Whoops. Too late.

Well I ain't answerin your question. 

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)K Just take the compliment nigga. 

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Alright alright fine. Consider the compliment accepted. 

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Good. 

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What's the point of a massage if it'd only get far more stiff?

Don't question me. 

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broliciousstridenasty replied to your post:

That’s hot, yo.

About as hot as Antarctica in midwinter.

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)K Just take the compliment nigga. 

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My junk needs a break sometimes.

I can give it a relaxin massage. 

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ambiguouslyironic replied to your post: ambiguouslyironic replied to your post:...

Any time I mention that, I get the same reaction… Oh well, it’s not like I could now anyways. I’d end up forgotten even if I did try.

I doubt that. But really man, just don't go near that game. 

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Because considering how tight all of my pants are, they're like a physical assault to my junk.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. 

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ambiguouslyironic replied to your post: ambiguouslyironic replied to your post: To get you...

You see, I never was in a session, so I’m not able to gain access to those things. I know OF them and the game, but I’m not part of it. Sometimes though, I wonder if I should try one day. Just to see what it’s like.

No, don't try it. 

Just, don't. 

You don't want to play it. 

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That sounds like an adventure. I'm not wearing pants.

Why the hell not?

Pants is cool. 

I'm in my PJ's actually. 

But they still read. 

Technically they're for ladies but I don't give a fuck. 

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ambiguouslyironic replied to your post: To get you up to kinda date, I’m dead. Long story short, I fucked up like whoa.

It’s fine, I’m kind of a ghost right now, though I look like some pure fucking thing. All my scars are gone and my hair is blond again. Fucking afterlife even took my freckles away. Something to do with impurities and all that nonsense.

That didn't happen to me!

I was just in one of them dream bubbles until the game ended. 

Woke up back home. 

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Woah there. Somebody's wearing their sassy pants.

Damn straight. 

They're tight and red and fine, yo. 

Sassy as fuck right here. 

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I can be plenty fun.

Alright, I believe you. 

...Wait no I don't. Know why?

I don't know who the fuck you is. 

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To get you up to kinda date, I'm dead. Long story short, I fucked up like whoa.

Been there, done that. 

Bein dead sucks, yo. 

Sorry to hear that.