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Henry House (my author name)
Awkward Giveaway for Attention Agony
A novel
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Before I begin, I'd like to introduce future characters:
Dazzling gallant extraordinaire Buck de Nutz, as well as seductive dolls like Reese Wetsoon, Dennis Washmecunz, Lilly Loo Loo Loose, and many other prime-time players, soon to be canceled
And Timmy Beanmax, who inspired me with his pantry of beans. There were so many! Pinto, northern, kidney, red, black, what a guy!
Not everything a person writes defines their character. Even writing hateful content might be a safeguard from the wall invaders. Ugh. The troll living in his brother's shadow. A normal penis shamed by pornographers and spiteful manosphere scorpions—which explains his rude nature. There is no hope for either, but I am engaged to remind them it's over. I need you, the generous reader, to embrace the despair with me. It's the only way to understand their empty lives, seething, while entrapped by the medical opportunists and anti-family cunts. Ah, yes, I'm speaking to incels. Their worst nightmare is about to be written into history.
I'll begin with Mark Ginaman. When he was a young lad, he took his anger out on his penis while watching BBCs. In case you didn't know the meme, Big Black Cocks. Of course, for any white person with firsthand knowledge of the black community, they recognize the misinformation. But he selected the few degenerates from society tossed, and used them as the portrait for all black males. Little black cocks, to be honest. Perhaps LBC would be the autocorrection.
Mark didn't care to research facts. He believed whatever his cherry-picked sources shared. Looksmax forum was his hangout. And some users in this community hated white men because of the bullies who mocked them, shared the skin tone of their trauma. The ones who didn't contribute to their growing pains, the very few, were black kids from their school. They, too, had to deal with this cruel peer torture. So it wasn't about race, but wolf ideology—a pack of wolves always seeks the easiest prey... no matter the species.
And because they didn't bully the victim of social awkwardness, Mark favored them. So he gave them all big black penises and promoted this to the community. Ugh, sweet catch back is a bitch.
About this community. If I shared this book to their headquarters at Incels.is, or its inbred sister at 4chan, the first set of eyes that read what I've written so far, will delete it immediately and ban me forever. Yes! The truth is agonizing to their thoughts. I can envision Mark now yelling, "Shut up! Gawd, shut the fuck up! Why won't you just die? Please! Die! Die!" Then, quickly, he unfastens his jeans and wiggles them to his ankles. With his phone open, he taps a special app that manifests video thumbnails of big black weenies inside Caucasian clams. With wrinkle eyebrows, he jerks off while rallying himself, "Yeah bitch, now it's payback! Suffer whore!"
Uh-oh... his mouth opens... his body tenses ... he catches his load. Ugh, selfish little bitch.
Funny how they see things, uh? Women know what I mean. A penis that's been inside a vagina multiple times, doesn't matter the size, her vagina conformed to it long ago. So if she's struggling, well... we don't call it adult entertainment for nothing.
However, when Jodie Foster performed her infamous imitation of a human pinball machine in The Accused, she wasn't just acting! She really believed she was the Slamdunk table. According to a crew member who wishes to stay anonymous, he said during the breaks between rehearsals, instead of stretching, snacking, or shooting up dope with the rest of the studio, she lay across the pinball machine, staying in character. And even after the director told her to give it a rest, she replied, "I am a pinball machine. I do not understand your statement."
"Why do I feel every inch of my insides with you? And yet, my ex at uni, I could only feel a brush across my labia flaps and maybe, maybe, a bump, a gentle bump against my uterus". A brunette complimented our affair as her phone constantly dinged with messages from her annoying ex. Ugh, what a pain in the ass. Speaking of that, I was inside her puffy vagina at this moment. We did try anal, but it wouldn't fit and hurt me more.
I asked her to please make the dings go away. She stretched her hands to the nightstand, I slipped out. She retrieved her iPhone. I asked her to unlock it. She complied. I asked her for it, she gave it to me. Good girl. Pushing her ass back against me, I returned, assisting her fun hour. I placed the phone on her lower back and browsed her text messages. She resumed instigating my penis to vomit. From Mark Ginaman, "CENSOR, are you okay? Please say something."
The message before that, "Hello? My last class ended hours ago. Where are you?" Another one, "Who was that guy talking to you in the parking lot? He looked weird, stupid, a guy I would block online."
You already did, dipshit. Perhaps blocking some people wouldn't be the wisest thing to do in case they shared TLDR that applies to you.
Ugh. That was a ruby, newbies.
If you'd noticed, I've been using the proper term for a female, which is a woman. Incels rather degrade them, though. They call them foids. It's their retribution against me for calling their generation zoids. Ugh, courageous retaliation yet, blinded hearts they endure... I do not take pride, acknowledging myself as the origin of the derogatory term. But the determination with them is outstanding! Bravo. Yet, they dislike me and spread hateful content on my threads, such as TLDR. Ugh, some would suggest they hadn't read a single monocle—hateful little cunts. And quite a few lately refuse to even comment on my legendary writings. But they have rational reasons. They know the lurkers read everything I ejaculate into their creepy eyes... they get it!
Foids enjoy reading my threads, comments, and stories. And just because they're rubbing their fingertips against their twat tumors as they dive into my imagination, doesn't mean they favor my character. But they know I'm not trying to fuck them, like many of you are. And I noticed the jealousy against me from other Chads, writers, university peasants, hateful niggas, and Gandy heaven tutees. They see me as they see themselves.
I am not you.
There is no reason to feel jealous of my masculine supremacy. I am humble. And my genitalia is reserved for only one. The one you should be concerned about is yourself and gullible nature to privileged thugs and rapey pornographers.
Usually, an author would continue writing until he has a thick book of arrogant rambles. And this makes sense if he's selling. But this book isn't for sale. Call it charity to the less fortunate. With that said, I end this masterpiece of mindboggling craftsmanship and beyond comprehension of literature in white trash fashion. I bravo myself with a tossed salad drenched in rich creamy kudos, heil to the electricpill! Heil, to the electricpill!
Awkward Giveaway for Attention Agony
A novel
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Before I begin, I'd like to introduce future characters:
Dazzling gallant extraordinaire Buck de Nutz, as well as seductive dolls like Reese Wetsoon, Dennis Washmecunz, Lilly Loo Loo Loose, and many other prime-time players, soon to be canceled
And Timmy Beanmax, who inspired me with his pantry of beans. There were so many! Pinto, northern, kidney, red, black, what a guy!
Not everything a person writes defines their character. Even writing hateful content might be a safeguard from the wall invaders. Ugh. The troll living in his brother's shadow. A normal penis shamed by pornographers and spiteful manosphere scorpions—which explains his rude nature. There is no hope for either, but I am engaged to remind them it's over. I need you, the generous reader, to embrace the despair with me. It's the only way to understand their empty lives, seething, while entrapped by the medical opportunists and anti-family cunts. Ah, yes, I'm speaking to incels. Their worst nightmare is about to be written into history.
I'll begin with Mark Ginaman. When he was a young lad, he took his anger out on his penis while watching BBCs. In case you didn't know the meme, Big Black Cocks. Of course, for any white person with firsthand knowledge of the black community, they recognize the misinformation. But he selected the few degenerates from society tossed, and used them as the portrait for all black males. Little black cocks, to be honest. Perhaps LBC would be the autocorrection.
Mark didn't care to research facts. He believed whatever his cherry-picked sources shared. Looksmax forum was his hangout. And some users in this community hated white men because of the bullies who mocked them, shared the skin tone of their trauma. The ones who didn't contribute to their growing pains, the very few, were black kids from their school. They, too, had to deal with this cruel peer torture. So it wasn't about race, but wolf ideology—a pack of wolves always seeks the easiest prey... no matter the species.
And because they didn't bully the victim of social awkwardness, Mark favored them. So he gave them all big black penises and promoted this to the community. Ugh, sweet catch back is a bitch.
About this community. If I shared this book to their headquarters at Incels.is, or its inbred sister at 4chan, the first set of eyes that read what I've written so far, will delete it immediately and ban me forever. Yes! The truth is agonizing to their thoughts. I can envision Mark now yelling, "Shut up! Gawd, shut the fuck up! Why won't you just die? Please! Die! Die!" Then, quickly, he unfastens his jeans and wiggles them to his ankles. With his phone open, he taps a special app that manifests video thumbnails of big black weenies inside Caucasian clams. With wrinkle eyebrows, he jerks off while rallying himself, "Yeah bitch, now it's payback! Suffer whore!"
Uh-oh... his mouth opens... his body tenses ... he catches his load. Ugh, selfish little bitch.
Funny how they see things, uh? Women know what I mean. A penis that's been inside a vagina multiple times, doesn't matter the size, her vagina conformed to it long ago. So if she's struggling, well... we don't call it adult entertainment for nothing.
However, when Jodie Foster performed her infamous imitation of a human pinball machine in The Accused, she wasn't just acting! She really believed she was the Slamdunk table. According to a crew member who wishes to stay anonymous, he said during the breaks between rehearsals, instead of stretching, snacking, or shooting up dope with the rest of the studio, she lay across the pinball machine, staying in character. And even after the director told her to give it a rest, she replied, "I am a pinball machine. I do not understand your statement."
"Why do I feel every inch of my insides with you? And yet, my ex at uni, I could only feel a brush across my labia flaps and maybe, maybe, a bump, a gentle bump against my uterus". A brunette complimented our affair as her phone constantly dinged with messages from her annoying ex. Ugh, what a pain in the ass. Speaking of that, I was inside her puffy vagina at this moment. We did try anal, but it wouldn't fit and hurt me more.
I asked her to please make the dings go away. She stretched her hands to the nightstand, I slipped out. She retrieved her iPhone. I asked her to unlock it. She complied. I asked her for it, she gave it to me. Good girl. Pushing her ass back against me, I returned, assisting her fun hour. I placed the phone on her lower back and browsed her text messages. She resumed instigating my penis to vomit. From Mark Ginaman, "CENSOR, are you okay? Please say something."
The message before that, "Hello? My last class ended hours ago. Where are you?" Another one, "Who was that guy talking to you in the parking lot? He looked weird, stupid, a guy I would block online."
You already did, dipshit. Perhaps blocking some people wouldn't be the wisest thing to do in case they shared TLDR that applies to you.
Ugh. That was a ruby, newbies.
If you'd noticed, I've been using the proper term for a female, which is a woman. Incels rather degrade them, though. They call them foids. It's their retribution against me for calling their generation zoids. Ugh, courageous retaliation yet, blinded hearts they endure... I do not take pride, acknowledging myself as the origin of the derogatory term. But the determination with them is outstanding! Bravo. Yet, they dislike me and spread hateful content on my threads, such as TLDR. Ugh, some would suggest they hadn't read a single monocle—hateful little cunts. And quite a few lately refuse to even comment on my legendary writings. But they have rational reasons. They know the lurkers read everything I ejaculate into their creepy eyes... they get it!
Foids enjoy reading my threads, comments, and stories. And just because they're rubbing their fingertips against their twat tumors as they dive into my imagination, doesn't mean they favor my character. But they know I'm not trying to fuck them, like many of you are. And I noticed the jealousy against me from other Chads, writers, university peasants, hateful niggas, and Gandy heaven tutees. They see me as they see themselves.
I am not you.
There is no reason to feel jealous of my masculine supremacy. I am humble. And my genitalia is reserved for only one. The one you should be concerned about is yourself and gullible nature to privileged thugs and rapey pornographers.
Usually, an author would continue writing until he has a thick book of arrogant rambles. And this makes sense if he's selling. But this book isn't for sale. Call it charity to the less fortunate. With that said, I end this masterpiece of mindboggling craftsmanship and beyond comprehension of literature in white trash fashion. I bravo myself with a tossed salad drenched in rich creamy kudos, heil to the electricpill! Heil, to the electricpill!
