W?

They're all from the states

Every single one of them

@Naudia bruh

How dumb are you?

That’s not possible

Mad cuz bad

That makes no sense

Anyway have fun working on a barn for the rest of your life

At least he's American and not some European fag

Lmaoo

faggot genocide xd

amerifags are worse than eurofags

@Your account has been disabled. XD your childish

some eurofags are based

especially east europe

amerifags are all shit

Cool I know I am a fag call me something I don’t know

Like bruh that’s all you homophobic pricks say

It’s kinda anonying if you ask me

unironically thinks fag is being used as an insult ^

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

god you are so smart

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

It’s not for me

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.

@everyone https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/780580957219455016/782342387501367306/VN20201128_222711.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/782006630371950592/782061090578104328/poggerpogs.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/450519016155381770/649328740702224428/santa.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/762493271796350997/782722175168675870/shooting_shoot.mp4 https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783036652120440894/783068186685603880/video0-34.mp4 You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is clearly male.