Rhinoplastyordie
Bald is beautiful
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"I recognise those shoes"
"Fuck" you whisper.
Sometimes you feel so alienated. So different from normies. Saying things such as 'fuck' when appropriate make you feel less socially inept. That is the sort of thing a Hollywood protagonist would say. Not a real freak.
They begin to bang, yelling your name.
You clamber up onto the toilet.
They are in fits of laughter.
You know that this will become a pleasant memory for them.
One that they will reflect on when they are older, with wives and children and high paying jobs.
Even then, when they are matured, they will still find this hilarious.
They will reminisce on it as they enjoy a few beers at their annual reunion.
You will think upon this memory and grimace for the rest of your days.
The door bursts open.
"What the fuck!!!! Why is this nigga standing on the fucking toilet?!!!!!"
Their laughter intensifies, and becomes more saturated as people flood into the toilets.
You stand there ashamedly.
They begin to try and grab at you.
You try and fight them off but they are helped by others.
United in mockery of a common foe.
Your legs are swept out from underneath you You smash your back onto the frame of the toilet bowl.
The crowd erupts with an almost synchronised "oh shiiiiiit!!!!!"
You wince.
You have never felt pain like this before.
You are about to feel true agony.
The mob begins grabbing at your jeans.
They're baggy.
You bought them to nichemaxx.
They come off easily.
So do your boxers.
They all see your micropenis.
"Fuck" you whisper.
Sometimes you feel so alienated. So different from normies. Saying things such as 'fuck' when appropriate make you feel less socially inept. That is the sort of thing a Hollywood protagonist would say. Not a real freak.
They begin to bang, yelling your name.
You clamber up onto the toilet.
They are in fits of laughter.
You know that this will become a pleasant memory for them.
One that they will reflect on when they are older, with wives and children and high paying jobs.
Even then, when they are matured, they will still find this hilarious.
They will reminisce on it as they enjoy a few beers at their annual reunion.
You will think upon this memory and grimace for the rest of your days.
The door bursts open.
"What the fuck!!!! Why is this nigga standing on the fucking toilet?!!!!!"
Their laughter intensifies, and becomes more saturated as people flood into the toilets.
You stand there ashamedly.
They begin to try and grab at you.
You try and fight them off but they are helped by others.
United in mockery of a common foe.
Your legs are swept out from underneath you You smash your back onto the frame of the toilet bowl.
The crowd erupts with an almost synchronised "oh shiiiiiit!!!!!"
You wince.
You have never felt pain like this before.
You are about to feel true agony.
The mob begins grabbing at your jeans.
They're baggy.
You bought them to nichemaxx.
They come off easily.
So do your boxers.
They all see your micropenis.
