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“Listen here grandsonny, did I ever tell you about my looksmaxxing days?”
“What are you talking about grandpa”
“Back in my day we weren’t perfected in a test tube, we had to claw our way out of inceldom”
“How did you do that grandpa Barty?”
“Let me tell you…”
When I was 11 years old I came across Looksmax.org, a place of cruel moderators and stenchy Indians.
That’s when I learned my childhood diet of pink glazed donuts had caused bimaxillary recession among many other issues, including a deviated septum, so I devised a plan.
To ascend or die trying.
I planned to break my nose and face for free surgery.
“How would you do that grandpa El Barto?”
Well, I skateboarded all the way to Shelbyville where I came across a roving gang of African-Americans.
“NIGGER!!”, I shouted, “NIGGERRSSS!!!!”
And they came sprinting towards me like the wild animals they were, and right before I would be bonesmashed into greatness a great, bright, white light shone down and they screamed in agony.
A voice projected down from the heavens, “Bart, I am Gandy, I have been watching you, @cesar2400_ @primal_shitmuncher @Sycophant @Arabica and @Sub->CL , my 6 most loyal servants of the .org”
“What are you doing, why are you doing this for me?”, I said.
“The bonesmashing would only work if you followed Nocturnal Kent’s protocol and the bluepilled surgeons in the ER would not ascend you, so take these niggers wallets and get a bimax, implants, and slay lil nigga”.
And that’s exactly what I did, the end.
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