Remember Those Bots On This Site That Said “bro It’s Weekend Join Me In My Gay Heaven?” That Was

Tom Nook: Do you mind if I invite my old museum curator friend, Blathers?

Me, visibly sobbing: You tell that old son of a bitch to come home

white girls hunting me in packs

not now son daddy’s text post is flopping ...

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trope where a character's eyes glow while they're using their powers

old people are right. about werthers originals

you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid

Computer: *makes a sound*

Autistic: *makes the same sound*

nobody talk to me, thinking about the poetic eroticism of mushroom omelette with chives