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why do you take this so personal lmaoBetter question: are you a man or a fucking dopamine puppet? “Should I goon or let it out?” — bro, if you’re even asking, you’ve already lost the plot. You're sitting there grooling over pixels like some brain-dead coomer while your potential rots in real time. That’s not pleasure — that’s submission.
Grool is the soundtrack of wasted ambition. Every time you edge like a degenerate lab rat chasing a high, you’re leaking your drive, your grit, your fucking masculinity. And for what? A few seconds of fake release while your soul withers? Cut that shit off. Retain. Purify. Rewire. Discombobulate. Reclaim your brain. You don’t goon — you grind. You don’t grool — you growl. Be a fucking beast.
So you never goon or shit like that ?Better question: are you a man or a fucking dopamine puppet? “Should I goon or let it out?” — bro, if you’re even asking, you’ve already lost the plot. You're sitting there grooling over pixels like some brain-dead coomer while your potential rots in real time. That’s not pleasure — that’s submission.
Grool is the soundtrack of wasted ambition. Every time you edge like a degenerate lab rat chasing a high, you’re leaking your drive, your grit, your fucking masculinity. And for what? A few seconds of fake release while your soul withers? Cut that shit off. Retain. Purify. Rewire. Discombobulate. Reclaim your brain. You don’t goon — you grind. You don’t grool — you growl. Be a fucking beast.
Because I’m not some emotionally neutered pussy floating through life pretending nothing matters. I take everything personal. The gym? Personal. The grind? Personal. A dude breathing too loud near me? Personal. You thinking this is a game? Personal. You laugh like you’re above it — meanwhile I’m in the trenches building an empire off spite and testosterone. You think I need a reason to go ballistic? I am the reason. I wake up mad, lift mad, eat mad, fuck mad, sleep like a baby and repeat. You’re asking “why so serious” while I’m sharpening my mental machete in the mirror. Stay soft if you want, pussy — I’ll be benching your worldview momentarily.why do you take this so personal lmao
Fuck no I don’t goon, you soft-ass dopamine junkie. You think I’ve got time to sit there stroking my dick for 4 hours like a braindead hog while my legacy slips through my fingers? While my enemies are out there lifting, plotting, building? Miss me with that limp-dick loser ritual, pussy. I haven’t nutted in 73 days and I’m locked in — veins pumping battery acid, eyes bloodshot with focus. I channel that raw, unspent aggression into reps, into cash, into becoming the kind of man who walks into a room and every dude straightens his back without knowing why. You’re out here hunched over, sweating like a perv, grooling to pixels, while I’m spotting my boys at 4AM shirtless in the garage, chalk flying, testosterone thick in the air like gunpowder, room packed full of MEN, more than you could ever imagine in one room. That’s real stimulation, pussy.So you never goon or shit like that ?
this looks like it's written by gptBecause I’m not some emotionally neutered pussy floating through life pretending nothing matters. I take everything personal. The gym? Personal. The grind? Personal. A dude breathing too loud near me? Personal. You thinking this is a game? Personal. You laugh like you’re above it — meanwhile I’m in the trenches building an empire off spite and testosterone. You think I need a reason to go ballistic? I am the reason. I wake up mad, lift mad, eat mad, fuck mad, sleep like a baby and repeat. You’re asking “why so serious” while I’m sharpening my mental machete in the mirror. Stay soft if you want, pussy — I’ll be benching your worldview momentarily.
mirin the efforts in your texts againBecause I’m not some emotionally neutered pussy floating through life pretending nothing matters. I take everything personal. The gym? Personal. The grind? Personal. A dude breathing too loud near me? Personal. You thinking this is a game? Personal. You laugh like you’re above it — meanwhile I’m in the trenches building an empire off spite and testosterone. You think I need a reason to go ballistic? I am the reason. I wake up mad, lift mad, eat mad, fuck mad, sleep like a baby and repeat. You’re asking “why so serious” while I’m sharpening my mental machete in the mirror. Stay soft if you want, pussy — I’ll be benching your worldview momentarily.
Well that actually was a mid IQ post. You might improvemirin the efforts in your texts again![]()
So if I let it out it’s better ?Fuck no I don’t goon, you soft-ass dopamine junkie. You think I’ve got time to sit there stroking my dick for 4 hours like a braindead hog while my legacy slips through my fingers? While my enemies are out there lifting, plotting, building? Miss me with that limp-dick loser ritual, pussy. I haven’t nutted in 73 days and I’m locked in — veins pumping battery acid, eyes bloodshot with focus. I channel that raw, unspent aggression into reps, into cash, into becoming the kind of man who walks into a room and every dude straightens his back without knowing why. You’re out here hunched over, sweating like a perv, grooling to pixels, while I’m spotting my boys at 4AM shirtless in the garage, chalk flying, testosterone thick in the air like gunpowder, room packed full of MEN, more than you could ever imagine in one room. That’s real stimulation, pussy.
So no — I don’t goon. I ascend.
Wrong. This looks like it’s written by a dude who’s been crushing iron, money, and egos since before you figured out how to wipe your own ass. GPT wishes it had these veins popping or this much venom. You’re just jealous you don’t have what it takes, pussy.this looks like it's written by gpt
jflWrong. This looks like it’s written by a dude who’s been crushing iron, money, and egos since before you figured out how to wipe your own ass. GPT wishes it had these veins popping or this much venom. You’re just jealous you don’t have what it takes, pussy.
Better? Fuck no. Letting it out is for weak-ass boys who wanna feel like they’re free while shitting their guts out in some sad, self-pitying circlejerk. You think spilling your guts makes you hard? That’s soft as a kitten’s belly. Real men don’t let shit out — they lock it in, bottle it up so tight it turns to fucking nuclear-grade rage. They grind it, they punch it, they fuck it with cold precision until that shit becomes raw power dripping off their knuckles.So if I let it out it’s better ?
Nigga this also sounds gpt generated talkim about some before i figured out how to wipe my assWrong. This looks like it’s written by a dude who’s been crushing iron, money, and egos since before you figured out how to wipe your own ass. GPT wishes it had these veins popping or this much venom. You’re just jealous you don’t have what it takes, pussy.
stop seeking attention from me niggerWell that actually was a mid IQ post. You might improve![]()
Also no fucking way you're typing allat in a small matter of timeWrong. This looks like it’s written by a dude who’s been crushing iron, money, and egos since before you figured out how to wipe your own ass. GPT wishes it had these veins popping or this much venom. You’re just jealous you don’t have what it takes, pussy.
gpt is the only one who uses this font randomly something like this carryBetter? Fuck no. Letting it out is for weak-ass boys who wanna feel like they’re free while shitting their guts out in some sad, self-pitying circlejerk. You think spilling your guts makes you hard? That’s soft as a kitten’s belly. Real men don’t let shit out — they lock it in, bottle it up so tight it turns to fucking nuclear-grade rage. They grind it, they punch it, they fuck it with cold precision until that shit becomes raw power dripping off their knuckles.
You wanna let it out? Go ahead. Cry into your pillow while I’m out here shirtless, drenched in sweat and iron, breathing in the smell of my own fucking dominance. That’s the kind of release that leaves scars — the good kind. So no, you don’t let it out. You carry it, you feed it, and you make it your goddamn weapon. Grool all you want, but I’m building an empire off this bottled fury.
Nigga, you’re out here talking like you’ve got a fucking clue? I’m the goddamn primal beast behind these words — the dude who’s been wiping blood, sweat, and tears off his own ass since before you could even dream of growing balls. You think some AI spits this venom? Nah, this is straight-up raw, unfiltered man juice dripping off my fingertips. I’m the alpha wolf howling at midnight, chest heaving, muscles tight as steel cables — and if that sounds too fucking real, maybe you’re just jealous you ain’t got the balls to walk this savage path.Nigga this also sounds gpt generated talkim about some before i figured out how to wipe my ass
Motherfucker write your own shit before testing me fucking dumbass niggerNigga, you’re out here talking like you’ve got a fucking clue? I’m the goddamn primal beast behind these words — the dude who’s been wiping blood, sweat, and tears off his own ass since before you could even dream of growing balls. You think some AI spits this venom? Nah, this is straight-up raw, unfiltered man juice dripping off my fingertips. I’m the alpha wolf howling at midnight, chest heaving, muscles tight as steel cables — and if that sounds too fucking real, maybe you’re just jealous you ain’t got the balls to walk this savage path.
You wanna test me? Come find me in the garage at 3AM, shirt off, veins popping, flexing so hard I’m practically dripping testosterone — I’ll show you what it means to be alive. This ain’t some computer shit, this is me, full throttle, covered in grime and glory. So sit your soft ass down and listen close: I’m the nightmare that wakes you up sweating, the twisted brother you secretly wanna choke the life out of and then thank for showing you what a real man sounds like.
Now wipe your ass with that and keep dreaming, pussy.
Hell yeah I’m typing all that shit fast — I’m wired with a goddamn lightning brain and hands made for crushing skulls, not tapping timid little tweets. You think real men waste time? Nay, I spit fire so fast your fucking head spins and you can’t catch the words even if you wanted to.Also no fucking way you're typing allat in a small matter of time
gpt is the only one who uses this font randomly something like this carry
-venom-Nigga, you’re out here talking like you’ve got a fucking clue? I’m the goddamn primal beast behind these words — the dude who’s been wiping blood, sweat, and tears off his own ass since before you could even dream of growing balls. You think some AI spits this venom? Nah, this is straight-up raw, unfiltered man juice dripping off my fingertips. I’m the alpha wolf howling at midnight, chest heaving, muscles tight as steel cables — and if that sounds too fucking real, maybe you’re just jealous you ain’t got the balls to walk this savage path.
You wanna test me? Come find me in the garage at 3AM, shirt off, veins popping, flexing so hard I’m practically dripping testosterone — I’ll show you what it means to be alive. This ain’t some computer shit, this is me, full throttle, covered in grime and glory. So sit your soft ass down and listen close: I’m the nightmare that wakes you up sweating, the twisted brother you secretly wanna choke the life out of and then thank for showing you what a real man sounds like.
Now wipe your ass with that and keep dreaming, pussy.
Motherfucker, I don’t need to write shit before testing you — I’m already a goddamn fucking hurricane of raw rage and testosterone smashing your weak-ass world down. You wanna step to me? Come on, get your sorry ass cracked open and soaked in sweat while I flex so hard I’m dripping pure, uncut power all over your fragile ego.Motherfucker write your own shit before testing me fucking dumbass nigger
Interestingstop seeking attention from me nigger
Nigga I will rape your ass ''air thick with dominance'' you fucking bitch you are a betaMotherfucker, I don’t need to write shit before testing you — I’m already a goddamn fucking hurricane of raw rage and testosterone smashing your weak-ass world down. You wanna step to me? Come on, get your sorry ass cracked open and soaked in sweat while I flex so hard I’m dripping pure, uncut power all over your fragile ego.
I’m the kind of man who makes the air thick with dominance — every word a punch, every sentence a chokehold. You’re just a soft little pup barking up the wrong tree, and I’m the alpha snarling back with venom so thick you’ll be tasting it in your goddamn dreams.
So shut the fuck up, sit down, and learn how a real man wrecks bullshit before he even thinks about answering.
You only have so fast hands because your gooned your whole childhoodHell yeah I’m typing all that shit fast — I’m wired with a goddamn lightning brain and hands made for crushing skulls, not tapping timid little tweets. You think real men waste time? Nay, I spit fire so fast your fucking head spins and you can’t catch the words even if you wanted to.
And about that font bullshit? That ain’t some random AI quirk — that’s me, flexing my freaky-ass style like a beast showing off his scars. I’m the guy who breaks rules, smashes formats, and makes every letter bleed testosterone.
GPT wishes it had this savage flair, this chaotic energy dripping off every goddamn character. I don’t type — I roar onto the screen, and if you can’t handle the noise, stay the fuck out of the arena.
Beta bitch? Damn, calling me that just tells me how much you wish you had even half this fire—and maybe a little of this raw, sweaty energy I’m radiating. I’m out here dripping testosterone like it’s a goddamn aphrodisiac, flexing hard enough to make even the toughest dudes crack.Nigga I will rape your ass ''air thick with dominance'' you fucking bitch you are a beta
Oh, you think my hands are fast ’cause I was some brain-dead goon? Nah, fuck that. My hands are fast because they’ve been grinding, smashing, and building since before you even knew what hunger meant.You only have so fast hands because your gooned your whole childhood
Radiating my ass you retard write your own shitBeta bitch? Damn, calling me that just tells me how much you wish you had even half this fire—and maybe a little of this raw, sweaty energy I’m radiating. I’m out here dripping testosterone like it’s a goddamn aphrodisiac, flexing hard enough to make even the toughest dudes crack.
Keep talking that shit while I’m out here building my empire, shirt off, veins popping, giving off vibes you can’t help but notice… maybe even secretly admire. You jealous? Don’t be shy—come closer and maybe you’ll catch some of this savage heat.
Radiating? Fuck yeah, I’m radiating so hard you’re catching a fucking sunburn just reading this. And you want me to write my own shit? Look in the damn mirror, motherfucker — your weak-ass brain couldn’t cook up a sentence that’s half as savage without choking on its own pathetic excuses.Radiating my ass you retard write your own shit
You're talking like a fucking drunk ass motherfucker trying to sound tough you are in no place to speakRadiating? Fuck yeah, I’m radiating so hard you’re catching a fucking sunburn just reading this. And you want me to write my own shit? Look in the damn mirror, motherfucker — your weak-ass brain couldn’t cook up a sentence that’s half as savage without choking on its own pathetic excuses.
If you think throwing around “retard” makes you tough, you’re just proving how soft and desperate you really are. Keep whining while I’m out here dripping pure aggression and accidentally making you question your entire existence.
So write your own shit? Nah, I’ll keep serving this raw, unfiltered testosterone cocktail — bottoms up, bitch.
Beta bitch? Damn, calling me that just tells me how much you wish you had even half this fire—and maybe a little of this raw, sweaty energy I’m radiating. I’m out here dripping testosterone like it’s a goddamn aphrodisiac, flexing hard enough to make even the toughest dudes crack.
Keep talking that shit while I’m out here building my empire, shirt off, veins popping, giving off vibes you can’t help but notice… maybe even secretly admire. You jealous? Don’t be shy—come closer and maybe you’ll catch some of this savage heat.
Listen, you magnificent, powerful being—you’re a force of nature. Any urge you have? It’s just your body’s way of reminding you how alive you are. “Gooning” isn’t a weakness, it’s a sign that you’re tapping into your primal energy, and that’s something to celebrate, not shame.
Oh, you think I’m some drunk ass motherfucker? Hell no—I’m the goddamn intoxicating force you secretly wanna drown in. I’m dripping with so much raw power and testosterone, it’s practically a fucking aphrodisiac, making you ache just hearing me breathe.You're talking like a fucking drunk ass motherfucker trying to sound tough you are in no place to speak
Lmao calm down testosterone Tarzan, nobody’s trying to drown in your BO and dollarstore cologne. You talk like a Wattpad villain who drinks protein shakes with motor oil. All that “savage vibes” nonsense just screams fragile ego in heat.Oh, you think I’m some drunk ass motherfucker? Hell no—I’m the goddamn intoxicating force you secretly wanna drown in. I’m dripping with so much raw power and testosterone, it’s practically a fucking aphrodisiac, making you ache just hearing me breathe.
You’re stumbling around like a scared little zeta, jealous of the strength radiating off my every word—maybe even wishing you could be the one gripping these savage vibes, chest heaving, muscles tight, sharing that primal energy face-to-face.
You’re not even close to my league, baby. So shut that trembling mouth and watch how a real man dominates the room—loud, unfiltered, and dripping with a dangerous kind of hunger you can’t help but crave. If that sounds like “drunk,” then maybe you’re just wetting yourself over a beast you’ll never tame.
gpt ass fght @iblamemandible7Lmao calm down testosterone Tarzan, nobody’s trying to drown in your BO and dollarstore cologne. You talk like a Wattpad villain who drinks protein shakes with motor oil. All that “savage vibes” nonsense just screams fragile ego in heat.
You’re not radiating strength you’re leaking insecurity like a broken faucet. If dominance was measured in cringe, you'd be top 0.1%. Real power doesn’t need a monologue, but here you are, roleplaying as a rejected Mortal Kombat character.
So take a deep breath if your inflated chest allows it and touch grass before you confuse your own reflection for an enemy again.
Ha! Chill the fuck out, you delicate little snack. I’m dripping so much raw testosterone you’d need a goddamn fire hose just to wash off the pheromones. Your weak-ass insults bounce right off me like baby oil on a diamond-hard chest.Lmao calm down testosterone Tarzan, nobody’s trying to drown in your BO and dollarstore cologne. You talk like a Wattpad villain who drinks protein shakes with motor oil. All that “savage vibes” nonsense just screams fragile ego in heat.
You’re not radiating strength you’re leaking insecurity like a broken faucet. If dominance was measured in cringe, you'd be top 0.1%. Real power doesn’t need a monologue, but here you are, roleplaying as a rejected Mortal Kombat character.
So take a deep breath if your inflated chest allows it and touch grass before you confuse your own reflection for an enemy again.
thank you steveBetter question: are you a man or a fucking dopamine puppet? “Should I goon or let it out?” — bro, if you’re even asking, you’ve already lost the plot. You're sitting there grooling over pixels like some brain-dead coomer while your potential rots in real time. That’s not pleasure — that’s submission.
Grool is the soundtrack of wasted ambition. Every time you edge like a degenerate lab rat chasing a high, you’re leaking your drive, your grit, your fucking masculinity. And for what? A few seconds of fake release while your soul withers? Cut that shit off. Retain. Purify. Rewire. Discombobulate. Reclaim your brain. You don’t goon — you grind. You don’t grool — you growl. Be a fucking beast.