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Memes, My Nigga, and Fuck That: Hello, I'm messaging you about calling a boy out on one of your posts. really don't think it's right for you to do that? They expressed their opinion, and you can express yours through dm You don't have to be a douche and post about shit. And honestly what's wrong with gay? I'm Demisexual/Genderfluid? So gotta problem, let's talk it out I'm not even tryna start shit. I'm just saying the truth? And honestly you're probably old enough to be mature and post mature shit like honestly oh haiiiiiillllllll naw i know this nigga did not just say he genderfluid ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ wtf is a genderfluid my nigga yall gotta chill wit this ๐Ÿ˜‚ but fr tho how many times i gotta tell u sluts i ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ do๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ not๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ careee๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ im here to piss niggas off thats it ๐Ÿ˜ญ i could give a fuck if u gay. if u cool, u cool thats it i dont care what yo ass attracted to but if a nigga come up to me sayin he's a semigenderqueerfaggottrans-bisexual, you catchin this desert eagle my nigga you either straight, gay, les, or bi, aint nothin else ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ’ฏ @xx__multi.fandom__xx and also, fuck that boy i called out his gf dont know what she is and that nigga just tryna hit ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ™Š
Memes, My Nigga, and Fuck That: Hello, I'm messaging you about
 calling a boy out on one of your
 posts. really don't think it's right
 for you to do that? They
 expressed their opinion, and you
 can express yours through dm
 You don't have to be a douche and
 post about shit. And honestly
 what's wrong with gay? I'm
 Demisexual/Genderfluid? So gotta
 problem, let's talk it out
 I'm not even tryna start shit. I'm
 just saying the truth?
 And honestly you're probably old
 enough to be mature and post
 mature shit like honestly
oh haiiiiiillllllll naw i know this nigga did not just say he genderfluid ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ wtf is a genderfluid my nigga yall gotta chill wit this ๐Ÿ˜‚ but fr tho how many times i gotta tell u sluts i ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ do๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ not๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ careee๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ im here to piss niggas off thats it ๐Ÿ˜ญ i could give a fuck if u gay. if u cool, u cool thats it i dont care what yo ass attracted to but if a nigga come up to me sayin he's a semigenderqueerfaggottrans-bisexual, you catchin this desert eagle my nigga you either straight, gay, les, or bi, aint nothin else ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ’ฏ @xx__multi.fandom__xx and also, fuck that boy i called out his gf dont know what she is and that nigga just tryna hit ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ™Š

oh haiiiiiillllllll naw i know this nigga did not just say he genderfluid ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ wtf is a genderfluid my nigga yall gotta chill wit this ๐Ÿ˜‚ bu...

Dreads, Hellen Keller, and Huh: VE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REAMIL REM REVIVEREVIVE REVIVE VE REVIVE ENIVF REMMEVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE RE RE REVIVE PEVNE REVIVE REVIVE REN REVIVE REWE REA REMVF REVIVE REVIVE REVREMVE REVIVET REM REM REM REVIVE Old Story: - My teacher put the paper face down on my desk. Oh God. I slowly turn it over and my heart sinks. F. I think I speak for all black kids when I say this: My ass was bouta get toe up. I put the paper into my folder and contemplate moving to China, changing my name, and becoming a sex slave. I put these thought aside. Instead, dread and anxiety consumes me. What if my ass fall off? What if I die from the pain? I clench my cheeks all day. As we get on the bus ride home, I start silently crying. "You good my nigga?" I show my friend my test and he nods. We bow our heads in prayer. The bus stops and I get off and walk home. I unlock my front doot quietly. I slowly walk to my ro- "Where you going lil boy?" My mother, or what I actually saw, the Devil, was sitting on the living room couch. "I was just going to put my stuff down." "Nuh uh, lemme see that test first." I get the chills. I slowly open my backpack and pullout the piece of paper. I hand it to the Devil. She snatches it and glares at me. I bow my head in silence. "Boy what did I tell you?" "Momma I wa-" "I aint tell yo ass to talk back! How this happen huh?" I dont say anything. "So you aint got nothing to say?" "But you just-" "Shut the hell up! Go outside and get a switch." I look up. A switch. If there was a God, he was taking a nap. I was alone. I walk outside and pick my death weapon. I hand it to my mother. "Pull ya pants down." "But Momm-" "PULL YA PANTS DOWN" Ok Fogle damn. I pull my shorts down. I say one final prayer to God that he would have mercy on me. But like just like Hellen Keller, he wasnt hearing it. Im never failing Gym again.
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Old Story: - My teacher put the paper face down on my desk. Oh God. I slowly turn it over and my heart sinks. F. I think I speak for all black kids when I say this: My ass was bouta get toe up. I put the paper into my folder and contemplate moving to China, changing my name, and becoming a sex slave. I put these thought aside. Instead, dread and anxiety consumes me. What if my ass fall off? What if I die from the pain? I clench my cheeks all day. As we get on the bus ride home, I start silently crying. "You good my nigga?" I show my friend my test and he nods. We bow our heads in prayer. The bus stops and I get off and walk home. I unlock my front doot quietly. I slowly walk to my ro- "Where you going lil boy?" My mother, or what I actually saw, the Devil, was sitting on the living room couch. "I was just going to put my stuff down." "Nuh uh, lemme see that test first." I get the chills. I slowly open my backpack and pullout the piece of paper. I hand it to the Devil. She snatches it and glares at me. I bow my head in silence. "Boy what did I tell you?" "Momma I wa-" "I aint tell yo ass to talk back! How this happen huh?" I dont say anything. "So you aint got nothing to say?" "But you just-" "Shut the hell up! Go outside and get a switch." I look up. A switch. If there was a God, he was taking a nap. I was alone. I walk outside and pick my death weapon. I hand it to my mother. "Pull ya pants down." "But Momm-" "PULL YA PANTS DOWN" Ok Fogle damn. I pull my shorts down. I say one final prayer to God that he would have mercy on me. But like just like Hellen Keller, he wasnt hearing it. Im never failing Gym again.

Old Story: - My teacher put the paper face down on my desk. Oh God. I slowly turn it over and my heart sinks. F. I think I speak for all bla...