By the way, I am responsible for getting your account suspended on Twitter. That was me #OneDayCloser
Y'see, here's the thing, buttercup. I'm a a robot who believes pretty fucking strongly that words mean dogshit.
So, you're gonna have to front some proof.
Since you've proven yourself to be both incompetent, and incapable of anything beyond the impotent, repetitive ramblings of a terminal headwound casualty, I'll take that proof up-front, with screencaps.
As for "one day closer", you don't even have a tumblr account anymore, your SISSY HYNPO PORN MAIN BLOG was [Redacted] for violating the Tumblr ToS.
Which, fucking hilarious, that is.
Putting aside that your hashtag is apparently mostly used for pregnant mothers, and the only mention I've ever seen of it being used for gun related shit is with you; which underscores the whole headwound thing I mentioned before.
You show me one thing you can manage to do in real life, that isn't, well, being a useless prat, regarding your oh so nonexistant #OneDayCloser, and I'll wear a anime girl avatar in VRChat for a whole weekend, and fucking stream it on Twitch.
How's that for incentive, eh? Right up your weird fucking alley.
Wait, horrible phrasing. You probably do have a weird fucking alley.
Not that I'm judging, mind you.
What was I saying again?
Oh right, money, mouth, virtual anime tiddies.
You don't manage to do it, I want you to take your hashtag, and your weird obsessive mental disorder and shove both so far up your own ass it'll end up featured on chubbyemu.
And when you don't, because you are so mentally broken, and so psychologically incapable of comprehending a loss that if it was a fucking .jpeg, you'd miss it; I'm going to clown you. Incessantly.
You get a week. I don't give a fuck about your timetable, cancel the appointment at the nail salon and do something of value, and prove you did it.
Put up, or shut up. Preferably both.
Either way, get the fuck off my blog.
