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Polaczek Robaczek 🇵🇱
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TLDR: I dare observe a stacy for a moment far prolonged. For which I am chastised with the company of the utmost horrid defomity to plauge our planet. As I near myself to thoughts of murderous action I do calm myself and return to my domicile.
I was on my way from work when i saw a stacy, decided i had nothing better to do so i started discreetly following her. everything was going smooth until i saw her greet some ltb deformed boobcel all smiling and waving. I thought i was gonna go insane, how could a bodymaxed stacy ever even speak to a lowly creature like that, i couldnt stand to look at her so i lowered my pace and mumbled the lyrics of Blurred Lines to assert dominance, i then ordered a cab.
Took the driver a whole fucking 15 minutes to arrive and I had to stand and observe the aforementioned ltb lean against a wall and smoke, she probably thought she looked sexy i wanted to go right up to her eat her cirgarette and throw up on her obnoxiously bright shoes. Finally the taxi arrived and i can finally relax but as I enter the back left passenger seat a wave of cold washes over me as I bare witness to the most foul crooked teeth on this green earth. the indian or pakistani or other dirteating golum before me was turned around awkwardly and presumably asked me for my destination but i was too aghast by his horrid breath to hear him properly.
of course he couldnt shut up either and talked the whole way about the most unamusing matters, "oh dont you know my daugther is graduating in a week" i hope his daugther slips in a pile of shit. as i try to dream away into a world where im the chad driving peacefully through the neighborhood were only peace and stacies exists I am once again reminded with tremendous thunder and force of the reality I live in as the driver almost crashes into a lamp post and hard brakes causing me to hit my head against his headrest.
At that moment I was threading on a thin line of sanity as I frantically search my coat with shaking hands for my prescribed medication. the utterly submammal monstrocity reveals himself once again as he peaks out his head between the seats and all giggly and smiling asks if im hurt, I WILL FUCKING CASTRATE YOU AND RAPE YOUR MOTHER i finally feel the ever welcome smooth texture of my pill bottle, I as carefully as one in my situation can move my hands to the lid and focus all my attention away from the horrid smell caused by the drivers attempt at comunication and even more careful extract two Clozapine pills and swallow them imminently.
My memory of the last stretch of travel towards my residence is hazy and as I reach for the keys in my leftmost breastpocket I can feel but a sense of dread as I realise they arent present, I experience a sheer moment of panic until i hear my wife from the inner parts of the residential structure. I am delivered and the cold dread that was residing in my soul slides away as I open the door and the warm smell of a certainly well warm dinner greets my nostrils.
I was on my way from work when i saw a stacy, decided i had nothing better to do so i started discreetly following her. everything was going smooth until i saw her greet some ltb deformed boobcel all smiling and waving. I thought i was gonna go insane, how could a bodymaxed stacy ever even speak to a lowly creature like that, i couldnt stand to look at her so i lowered my pace and mumbled the lyrics of Blurred Lines to assert dominance, i then ordered a cab.
Took the driver a whole fucking 15 minutes to arrive and I had to stand and observe the aforementioned ltb lean against a wall and smoke, she probably thought she looked sexy i wanted to go right up to her eat her cirgarette and throw up on her obnoxiously bright shoes. Finally the taxi arrived and i can finally relax but as I enter the back left passenger seat a wave of cold washes over me as I bare witness to the most foul crooked teeth on this green earth. the indian or pakistani or other dirteating golum before me was turned around awkwardly and presumably asked me for my destination but i was too aghast by his horrid breath to hear him properly.
of course he couldnt shut up either and talked the whole way about the most unamusing matters, "oh dont you know my daugther is graduating in a week" i hope his daugther slips in a pile of shit. as i try to dream away into a world where im the chad driving peacefully through the neighborhood were only peace and stacies exists I am once again reminded with tremendous thunder and force of the reality I live in as the driver almost crashes into a lamp post and hard brakes causing me to hit my head against his headrest.
At that moment I was threading on a thin line of sanity as I frantically search my coat with shaking hands for my prescribed medication. the utterly submammal monstrocity reveals himself once again as he peaks out his head between the seats and all giggly and smiling asks if im hurt, I WILL FUCKING CASTRATE YOU AND RAPE YOUR MOTHER i finally feel the ever welcome smooth texture of my pill bottle, I as carefully as one in my situation can move my hands to the lid and focus all my attention away from the horrid smell caused by the drivers attempt at comunication and even more careful extract two Clozapine pills and swallow them imminently.
My memory of the last stretch of travel towards my residence is hazy and as I reach for the keys in my leftmost breastpocket I can feel but a sense of dread as I realise they arent present, I experience a sheer moment of panic until i hear my wife from the inner parts of the residential structure. I am delivered and the cold dread that was residing in my soul slides away as I open the door and the warm smell of a certainly well warm dinner greets my nostrils.
