I've come to make an announcement:

Danny the Stickman's a bitch ass motherf**ker. He pissed on my f**king body pillow. That's right, he took his stickman f**king rotting dick out and he pissed on my f**king body pillow and he said his dick was "this big" and I said "that's disgusting".

So I'm making a callout post on my imgflip dot com: Danny the Stickman, you got a small dick, its the size of the MSMG Reddit except way smaller. And guess what? Here's what my dong looks like. That's right baby, all point, no sticks, no pillows, look at that it looks like two balls and a bong.

He f**ked my body pillow so guess what? I'm gonna f**k Imgflip. That's right this is what you get, MY SUPER LASER PISS. Except I'm not pissing on Imgflip, I'm gonna go higher, I'M PISSING ON GOOGLE. HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT SPIRE, I PISSED ON GOOGLE YOU IDIOT!

You have twenty-three hours before the piss drop-el-ets hit f**king Imgflip, now get out of my f**king sight, before I piss on you too.

guys guys guys last week msmg banned me, so I said "you guys will be worse off with me!" I've waited for them to unban me but nothing's happened! I've been crying for 3 weeks mostly because I'm banned but also because my girlfriend (astolfo body pillow) left me!!! please msmg if you are reading this, unbanned me, or I- I'll have this entire stream DELETED by the global mods.

Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.

MY MOM WON'T DO SHIT BECAUSE SHE KNOWS DAMN WELL SHE TAUGHT MY SISTER NOT TO CLEAN UP AFTER HER BECAUSE I WILL FROM AN EARLY AGE, AND TEACHING HER TO BE RESPONSIBLE NOW WOULD MEAN PUTTING IN ACTUAL EFFORT. I'M NOT CLEANING UP THE MOLD PATCH, I CLEAN ALL THE SHIT HERE. IF SHE DOESN'T CLEAN IT UP I AM GOING TO CALL CPS THERE IS MOLD ALL OVER MY STUFF, FRUIT FLIES EVERYWHERE, AND IT SMELLS LIKE F**KING EARWAX. THERE'S NO WAY THESE ARE HEALTHY LIVING CONDITIONS AND I AM SICK AND TIRED OF LIVING ON AN EPISODE OF BURIED ALIVE; MY F**KING SISTER SPILLED MOLD ALL OVER MY BEANBAG CHAIR THAT I STORE MY F**KING BLANKETS AND STUFFED ANIMALS AND WON'T CLEAN IT UP