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>I was only 13 years old.
>I loved Ben Shapiro so much, I had all the books and read all the articles.
>I prayed to Ben Shapiro every night, thanking him for all the SJW snowflakes he DESTROYES. >“Ben Shapiro is thug” I say, “Ben Shapiro is life."
>My second dad hears me and calls me a Nazi. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Ben Shapiro.
>I called him a libtard.
>He accuses me of rape and gives me timeout.
>I'm crying now and my feelings are hurt.
>I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm...
>It's Ben Shapiro! I was so happy.
>He whispers in my ear "Facts don't care about your feelings"
>Okay, this is epic.
>He grabs me with his Jew hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready.
>I spread my ass cheeks for Ben Shapiro.
He ANNIHILATES my butthole.
>It hurts so much, but I do it for Ben Shapiro. >I can feel my butt tearing and eyes watering.
>I want to please Ben Shapiro.
>He plays the violin as he fills my butt with his cold facts.
>My second dad walks in.
>Ben Shapiro looks him straight in the eye and says,
>"Don't worry, my wife's a doctor."
>Ben Shapiro leaves through my window.
>Ben Shapiro is thug. Ben Shapiro is life.
*airhorns*
>I loved Ben Shapiro so much, I had all the books and read all the articles.
>I prayed to Ben Shapiro every night, thanking him for all the SJW snowflakes he DESTROYES. >“Ben Shapiro is thug” I say, “Ben Shapiro is life."
>My second dad hears me and calls me a Nazi. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Ben Shapiro.
>I called him a libtard.
>He accuses me of rape and gives me timeout.
>I'm crying now and my feelings are hurt.
>I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm...
>It's Ben Shapiro! I was so happy.
>He whispers in my ear "Facts don't care about your feelings"
>Okay, this is epic.
>He grabs me with his Jew hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready.
>I spread my ass cheeks for Ben Shapiro.
He ANNIHILATES my butthole.
>It hurts so much, but I do it for Ben Shapiro. >I can feel my butt tearing and eyes watering.
>I want to please Ben Shapiro.
>He plays the violin as he fills my butt with his cold facts.
>My second dad walks in.
>Ben Shapiro looks him straight in the eye and says,
>"Don't worry, my wife's a doctor."
>Ben Shapiro leaves through my window.
>Ben Shapiro is thug. Ben Shapiro is life.
*airhorns*
