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Aren’t my eyes beautiful?

#tell me they are #or a project gets it #miss pygy #the croakerverse

I’m fucking back btw

You can’t rush perfection with my projects

#miss pygy #the croakerverse #creative arts #projects #my projects

the-muppet-joker

I would love to eat your gross stinky slimy tadpole straight from kermits source

I'm sending you to the glue factory.

miss-pygy

I did the text in that font to mean someone else was typing first

#fucking plagiarist #croaker loves stealing my ideas smh #miss pygy #the croakerverse #the croaker

Kermit’s life was lonely

Kermit died alone

Kermit was left on his own

Kermit reaped what he’s sown

#miss pygy #the croakerverse

Let us be glad

Let us be grateful

#that song that girl whom i envy sings #miss pygy #the croakerverse

miss-pygy

I’m so fucking happy Kermit is dead

miss-pygy

You have no idea

#miss pygy #the croakerverse

I’m so fucking happy Kermit is dead

#miss pygy #the croakerverse

Waiting, watching, waiting…

#miss pygy #the croakerverse

Batman can’t save you

#miss pygy #the croakerverse

the-muppet-joker

My inbox is full of people begging me not to raw dog that muppet.

"It'll kill you!" They scream. "Overexposure to the deadly muppet hole will poison your body, mind, and soul, my liege!"

Heh. You think I don't know this? Do you know who I am? Not even the prospect of death could stop me from nutting with all my might into all of the holes of my sweet, sweet Kermit.

Yes, sometimes we use protection. Sometimes we even get out the

and it slows down the poison. But it's not the same. I NEED it raw. And besides. When I use my True Flesh Rod to pleasure him, I feel us connect. He wants me dead, wants to take over my life, but I know him. He is dear to me. I look into his froggy muppet eyes, pulsing within him, and for a moment, the murderous rage within him is clouded over with pure pleasure.

"MAKE ME MEGNANT," He howls;

"MUPPET PREGNANT," He clarifies.

I kiss him on the top of his head as I blast hot, sticky rope inside of him. "I love you," I whisper, and I almost call him Colter. He hates that name. So instead I call him Kermit.

He doesn't say anything back. But he does hold me, after.

miss-pygy

This is why I chose to break up, Kermit

#miss pygy #the croakerverse

You can’t tell him!