Mewing cat

me: what are you
water: im water
me: what are you now
water: im still water
those who know: 💀

BOO! Did i scare you? I'm a bar of soap 🧼 just here to remind you to get ur ahh in the 🚿 shower and go outside because the smell through the screen is not very pleasant, Over and out!

Hi, I have autism too! It’s so nice for someone to raise awareness about our condition. Sending hugs!🫶❤️

Wait, is this a MANGO MANGO😈 reference 😱😱 Chat! This is a MANGO MANGO😈 reference 🤣🤣🤣. Boi, you won the Internet meme of the day 😂🫱. Only the Balkans with noradrenaline will understand 😈

This. This is a cry for help. I can’t, take this anymore. I’m being haunted by a Pokémon and it’ll never leave me alone. Everywhere I go, I see it. In my dreams, I see it. I bet it’ll chase me to heaven until I truly loose my sanity. This blue jackal is driving me crazy and I have to testify this to someone before it ruins me even further. It all started when I was in my garden, tending to plants. That’s the first time I saw it, staring through the fence. I tried to make it go away but more came. Very soon, there was around 100 Lucarios around my fence, all staring into my soul. I locked myself in the house but then they started massing outside the windows. I closed the windows and laid in bed, shivering out of fear. The next morning, I checked my mailbox and WHAT DO I FIND THERE? A Riolu, go***amn it. Out of anger, I took the mailbox and threw it at my neighbour, which knocked him over the head. I was seriously screwed now, and I hid in my house, pretending I wasn’t home when the pokécops arrived. I went into my basement, but guess what was there, A LUCARIO. Staring into my soul yet again. I screamed and let out my Flareon to deal with it. The Lucario killed him. I ran into the bathroom but there was a Lucario there, spying on my daughter in the shower. I was now fully convinced that Lucarios use Aura to be perverts. I beat the crap out of the Lucario but then I realised I left the front door open and around 200 of these assholes were in my house. I had to kill them all, but I knew I was no longer safe in my own house. When I was browsing the internet, all I see is IT. Why, why are people messed up enough to like this perverted, twisted masochistic species. I threw my computer out of the window in rage. Then, as I was sitting down to dinner with my family, their faces morphed. THEY morphed into Lucarios. I revealed my final weapon, a chainsaw, and brutally mutilated the whole lot of them. As I stood there, the illusion vanished, and I realised what I had done. Everything I see is Lucario at this point. I don’t know what to do. They keep haunting me, and I can’t stop it. I need them to leave me alone. Help me. Help me. Help me. Stop this.

Recent events from Ohio.
1) The Incredible Brap-off.
The Gassers are having a brap-off in honor of the Incredible Gassy. Looks like Ohio already gas enough heros!
2) Skibidi Parade.
The average skibidi toilet enjoyers are holding a parade in Sigma, Ohio, where every skibby has its rizzy.

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Auf der heide blüht ein kleines blümelein,
Und das heißt: Erika!
Heiß von hunderttausend kleinen bienelein,
Wird umschwärmt, Erika!
Denn ihr herz ist voller süssigkeit;
Zarter Duft entströmt dem blütenkleid!
Auf der heide blüht ein kleines blümelein,
Und das heißt: Erika!
In der Heimat wohnt ein kleines mägdelein,
Und das heißt: Erika!
Dieses Mädel ist mein treues schätzelein,
Und mein gluck: Erika!
Wenn das heidekraut rot-lila blüht,
Singe ich zum gruss ihr dieses leid!
Auf der heide blüht ein kleines blümelein,
Und das heißt: Erika!
In mein'm Kämmerlein blüht auch ein blümelen,
Und das heißt; Erika!
Schwon beim morgengrau'n sowie beim dämmerschein,
Schaut's mich an, Erika!
Und dann ist es mir, als spräch' es laut:
"Denkst du auch an deine kleine braut?"
In der Heimat weint um dich ein mägdelein,
Und das heißt: Erika!

My name is Jacob and I suffer from Chronic Big Dick Back Pain Disorder. Since the day I was born I had to carry this big ass dick which gave me scoliosis in my back. Everyday is a struggle. I don't wanna do this no more 😭

Hey NERD! Go do my homework, NERD! Where'd you come from, Losertown? Because you're a LOSER! And also a NERD! Go away, LOSERNERD!

Here's another
I like to creep around my home and act like a goblin I don’t know why but I just enjoy doing this. Maybe it’s my way of dealing with stress or something but I just do it about once every week. Generally I’ll carry around a sack and creep around in a sort of crouch-walking position making goblin noises, then I’ll walk around my house and pick up various different “trinkets” and put them in my bag while saying stuff like “I’ll be having that” and laughing maniacally in my goblin voice (“trinkets” can include anything from shit I find on the ground to cutlery or other utensils). The other day I was talking with my neighbours and they mentioned hearing weird noises like what I wrote about and I was just internally screaming the entire conversation. I’m 99% sure they don’t know it’s me but god that 1% chance is seriously weighing on my mind.