"I'm sorry you're peengina is driving me crazy" you'll say to me in hushed tones during an office meeting
"Mmm, well YOUR peengina is driving ME crazy" I'll whisper
(Greg looks at us and it gets awkward he wasn't supposed to hear.)
It's getting chilly out there. Make sure to stay warm. ⛄
#frostythesnowman #frosty_the_snowman #karen #loli
Fiction/Fantasy
Torturing a group of gay bashing homophobes to death I Spit On Your Grave style with anal rapings with shards of glass and shit, and if they don't scream hard enough they get dosed with some sense enhancing toxin until they're sufficiently psychologically vulnerable and terrified, and then they all are forced to fight to the death in a perverse version of musical chairs (when the music stops the last person out has to get glass shard raped by the others to death, any who refuse to be punishers get their legs chopped off).
It's really fucked up the Dr. doesn't give me lolipops anymore. They act like they don't even want to treat me, they disgusted by my body and want me to die I think, they wish the rule of modern society didn't exist so they could refuse me even the pretense of treatment and tell me they hoped I died before I could breed. When you're a kid they think you're cute. You get a lollipop.
Ok I'm feeling a little less scared now that I had a good meal. It was a sandwich with the crusts cut off, and cut diagonally, and broccoli with butter, and some pretzels, and a strawberry daiquiri (but it was melted...still cold though). All homemade. I make my food boi. Feeling a little less paranoid...still a little scared though...maybe another daiquiri...
The Trench