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Quoted By: >>28041017
>be me 15-32 who fucking knows
>hanging with faggot kid and this young un with blue hair
>young un has a wooly mammoth with her but it’s magical or some shit
>faggot kid has thunder rat that can tackle other things with lightning tackle power
>All I have is this frog that stares me down whenever it gets out of my prison ball
>genuinely terrifying
>anyway be hitting on some 10/10 grill because they’re all 10/10 in in this show if we’re being honest
>recite some love poetry, I think it's going well, she doesn’t say anything, that means i can keep going right?
>freeze, absolute dread overcomes me
>slowly turn around
>it’s poison frog
>the atmosphere has been warped into a devilish purplish hue extending from my perilous poison frog
>oh shit
>freaky frog raises it’s flipper and an electric violet flashes and emanates from it’s floppy flipper
>it approaches
>oh shit oh shit oh shit
>he grabs me by my hands and knees
>i’m not ready
>next thing i know i’m face down in the dirt staring at thunder rat’s fat fucking face
>leap frog spreads my ASHcheeks and grins
>he jams his slippery flipper fist through my jeans and into my ass
>”crcrcrcrcrcr” he croaks as each trust tears into my rectum further and further
>I try to resist
>it’s not very effective…
>i pray for god to save me but he’s probably out fighting time horse or Gilgamesh
>what feels like years pass before fister frogs' venom seeps out of my sigmoid colon and onto the dirt
>faggot kid is covered in throw up and young un is posting a video of something on Instagram maybe
>10/10 grill is petrified
>mfw i got laid though
>hanging with faggot kid and this young un with blue hair
>young un has a wooly mammoth with her but it’s magical or some shit
>faggot kid has thunder rat that can tackle other things with lightning tackle power
>All I have is this frog that stares me down whenever it gets out of my prison ball
>genuinely terrifying
>anyway be hitting on some 10/10 grill because they’re all 10/10 in in this show if we’re being honest
>recite some love poetry, I think it's going well, she doesn’t say anything, that means i can keep going right?
>freeze, absolute dread overcomes me
>slowly turn around
>it’s poison frog
>the atmosphere has been warped into a devilish purplish hue extending from my perilous poison frog
>oh shit
>freaky frog raises it’s flipper and an electric violet flashes and emanates from it’s floppy flipper
>it approaches
>oh shit oh shit oh shit
>he grabs me by my hands and knees
>i’m not ready
>next thing i know i’m face down in the dirt staring at thunder rat’s fat fucking face
>leap frog spreads my ASHcheeks and grins
>he jams his slippery flipper fist through my jeans and into my ass
>”crcrcrcrcrcr” he croaks as each trust tears into my rectum further and further
>I try to resist
>it’s not very effective…
>i pray for god to save me but he’s probably out fighting time horse or Gilgamesh
>what feels like years pass before fister frogs' venom seeps out of my sigmoid colon and onto the dirt
>faggot kid is covered in throw up and young un is posting a video of something on Instagram maybe
>10/10 grill is petrified
>mfw i got laid though
