Girls that look good but don't got an ounce of common sense

I think, not saying it's true or not, but I think that all these "gay pronouns" are forms of identity crisis, because 1. There's so many 2. Idk why being gay is a thing, and 3. 11% of American adults acknowledge at least some same-sex attraction, 8.2% report that they’ve engaged in same-sex behavior, but only 3.5% identify as lesbian, gay, or bisexual. Which to me means, that originally, there was male, and female, so I was like "okay, that's fine"

there are over 76 known pronouns, please the mfs who can't fit in so they make pronouns, please stop.

male one: hey, are you a she or he

random ass man: ACTUALLY, I GO BY ZE/THEY/TAKA/SHEM AND AM PRONOUNCED "out of pocket name here" THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

w-whos the last guy @Duchess

@Calistaa

@Jordan-Loser deviled eggs with bacon

Just hand me some black sweatpants, a white t shirt, some white or black shoes, and das it for me

@Duchess

@Calistaa paint the town red

@Tripod ._.

So I had a job, a very "simple" job

1. Find my old house
2. Break in
3. Find a cabinet full of dolls "cabbage patch kids"
4. See if they are worth anything

so im making my way to my old house, me and my friends all get there and I place my foot on the back door, I then inhale and brute fucking force the door down, "BAM" the door is off the hinges, so I walk in, house smells like 100 cans of bounce that ass, so we walk around, and around, and and fucking around, we filled a box with cat litter, piss, [many other unholy items] to throw off any followers, and then I found the dolls, the fucking dolls. And I pick up a lockpick, and try and open it quietly, then my insanity took over, so I picked up a rock and beamed it so hard at the glass door that it shattered instantly, and fell over, I then looked at the dolls, my eyes widening as I realized they were all fakes, so I walk out the house, head around front, and walk down the street, before I hear a cop car pull over beside me. I look back at the car and they ask me if I was in the house recently, before I could say a word, my friends gun it down the street, and I gun it as well, and for the next hour, I was "wanted" so I ran home, told my dad if anyone asks about me don't say anything, swapped clothes and walked right past the police, before heading back to the house, smoking a blunt, and heading to the towers in order to make a bit of bread, ya feel me?

this was me at the age of 14.

@BubblyStars sounds like a you problem

@Tripod ok

@I_Love_Zof false

Fals

@Calistaa do hurt?

@Calistaa periods?

MPP smp