Truer words couldnt be saidIf I have a dollar for every time incest has happened in SHHS
I'd have not much in this economy, but it's weird that it happened at all.
This is what happens when you have a very limited amount of optionsIf I have a dollar for every time incest has happened in SHHS
I'd have not much in this economy, but it's weird that it happened at all.
That ain't mean banging every one including your distance in law, peopleThis is what happens when you have a very limited amount of options![]()
Y U yellin at me?! I'm the cleanest of you all!!!That ain't mean banging every one including your distance in law, peopleOpen up Ancestry
idk my table been flipping itself I can't help itY U yellin at me?! I'm the cleanest of you all!!!
┬──┬ ノ( ゜-゜ノ)idk my table been flipping itself I can't help itahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Thank you, goddess walmart carrot┬──┬ ノ( ゜-゜ノ)
You're welcomeThank you, goddess walmart carrotnow the table is safe.
Y U yellin at me?! I'm the cleanest of you all!!!
Is it all of 'emI'm flattered people are making theories about me but I never expected it would be "WHICH ONE OF HER ALTER EGOS IS INTO NTR?" >_>
[Against all reason, you have survived flirting with a conceptual entity of chance and imaginary numbers.]As my beloved bride Seymour would say, Omoshiroi!
Oh, how gracious of you to consider altering the fabric of reality itself for the likes of me, Lord Matcha, the charming connoisseur of chaos and chocolate. Your words, a symphony to my ears, a beacon in the voidness, offer not just hope but a challenge. A challenge I, with every ounce of my being, am thrilled to accept.
To grab the string of fate you so tantalizingly dangle, to dance with the outstretched tentacle of madness, is an adventure I'd embark on with no second thoughts. The biggest bag of my life? Oh, I intend not just to seize it, but to fill it with the richest of chocolates, the essence of my very soul.
My words are not just prose; they're an invitation to a tango! To dance with madness, to engage with the outstretched tentacle of cosmic chaos, is not merely a possibility—it is my destiny, my raison d'être.
Your polyamorous expanse intrigues me, a testament to the boundless nature of love and desire. To be added to such a polycule, to blend my chocolate essence with your multitudinous being, is a bittersweet honor and a testament to my own multifaceted allure.
Your multitudinous being intrigues me, and I dare say, my presence in your constellation will only brighten it further.
And worry not, for discrimination is a concept as foreign to me as a world without chocolate.
In my quest, every flavor is cherished, every essence explored with equal fervor.
Your challenge, your invitation to partake in a cosmic dalliance, is accepted with a heart full of dreams and a spirit unbridled.
And so, as I thank my sweet lucky stars (You), know that I also thank my cunning, my charm.
For in this game of cosmic flirtation, I am not just a participant; I am the prize just as much as you are.
Let the universe watch in awe as we redefine the meaning of connection!
I would?:O
Something doesn't add up... Wait a moment, would you really work to help me build a harem?
I'm not sure how to take this...
This hypothetical being doesn't exist anyways, so there's nothing there to worry about, nor anything to revoke. But if it did exist, what it would do is more in line with rewriting the fundamental laws of mathematics. It would be like manipulating the very logic that allowed for that probability itself.The changing of chance is within Our wheelhouse. Those who manipulate luck merely do so with Our blessing, a blessing that We can, and will, revoke for laughs and giggles whenever it pleases Us.
Fate dances to Our tune, and Ours alone. The future, the past, the present, the Here, the There, they exist simultaneously in the infinite singularity that is Us.
I know what I'm doing for April Fools@SsemouyOnan
I'm sorry.
I swear I wasn't looking for it. Even the YouTube and Google algorithms are telling me about you.
It appeared, it must be fate.
None of them! >_>Is it all of 'em
Potayto potahto. Without Us, probability doesn't stand a chance.I would?I would!
This hypothetical being doesn't exist anyways, so there's nothing there to worry about, nor anything to revoke. But if it did exist, what it would do is more in line with rewriting the fundamental laws of mathematics. It would be like manipulating the very logic that allowed for that probability itself.
Fate may dictate what it cannot do, but it will do it anyways, because it has decided so. Contradiction is irrelevant, for truthhood and falsehood can exist at once, even to the eye of an observer. Well, not like there is any meaning to speaking of an imaginary construct.
I know what I'm doing for April Fools