> McWalter
There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn't he just the funniest guy around?!?! Oh my fucking God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room ever since your only motherfucking lightbulb finally went out, giggling like a like girl as you once again open up your shitty, slow proxy, type your little McWalter thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don't even fill in the captcha. Maybe you're such a disgusting NEET leech that you actually paid a Minichan user for its account, so you just choose the picture.
Oh, and we all know the picture. The "epic" photoshop of a years-old photo from my adolescence, isn't it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your supper, cooked with cooking oil harvested from the fucking sewers of Yunnan, on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, wait, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You can't even go back to your mother, not with all those tax liens and arrest warrants out to get you. You are a fat fucking little fuckup, she's probably so sick of you anyway. So sick of having had to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on Minichan posting about peepee and fucking poopoo and McWalter jokes.
Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a fat, lazy, worthless NEET. A pathetic shitposting NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is "THEE THY OR I MCWALTER GIRLPOOTS." You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.
> McWalter
There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn't he just the funniest guy around?!?! Oh my fucking God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room ever since your only motherfucking lightbulb finally went out, giggling like a like girl as you once again open up your shitty, slow proxy, type your little McWalter thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don't even fill in the captcha. Maybe you're such a disgusting NEET leech that you actually paid a Minichan user for its account, so you just choose the picture.
Oh, and we all know the picture. The "epic" photoshop of a years-old photo from my adolescence, isn't it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your supper, cooked with cooking oil harvested from the fucking sewers of Yunnan, on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, wait, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You can't even go back to your mother, not with all those tax liens and arrest warrants out to get you. You are a fat fucking little fuckup, she's probably so sick of you anyway. So sick of having had to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on Minichan posting about peepee and fucking poopoo and McWalter jokes.
Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a fat, lazy, worthless NEET. A pathetic shitposting NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is "THEE THY OR I MCWALTER GIRLPOOTS." You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.
> McWalter
There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn't he just the funniest guy around?!?! Oh my fucking God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room ever since your only motherfucking lightbulb finally went out, giggling like a like girl as you once again open up your shitty, slow proxy, type your little McWalter thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don't even fill in the captcha. Maybe you're such a disgusting NEET leech that you actually paid a Minichan user for its account, so you just choose the picture.
Oh, and we all know the picture. The "epic" photoshop of a years-old photo from my adolescence, isn't it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your supper, cooked with cooking oil harvested from the fucking sewers of Yunnan, on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, wait, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You can't even go back to your mother, not with all those tax liens and arrest warrants out to get you. You are a fat fucking little fuckup, she's probably so sick of you anyway. So sick of having had to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on Minichan posting about peepee and fucking poopoo and McWalter jokes.
Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a fat, lazy, worthless NEET. A pathetic shitposting NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is "THEE THY OR I MCWALTER GIRLPOOTS." You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.
> McWalter
There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn't he just the funniest guy around?!?! Oh my fucking God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room ever since your only motherfucking lightbulb finally went out, giggling like a like girl as you once again open up your shitty, slow proxy, type your little McWalter thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don't even fill in the captcha. Maybe you're such a disgusting NEET leech that you actually paid a Minichan user for its account, so you just choose the picture.
Oh, and we all know the picture. The "epic" photoshop of a years-old photo from my adolescence, isn't it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your supper, cooked with cooking oil harvested from the fucking sewers of Yunnan, on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, wait, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You can't even go back to your mother, not with all those tax liens and arrest warrants out to get you. You are a fat fucking little fuckup, she's probably so sick of you anyway. So sick of having had to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on Minichan posting about peepee and fucking poopoo and McWalter jokes.
Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a fat, lazy, worthless NEET. A pathetic shitposting NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is "THEE THY OR I MCWALTER GIRLPOOTS." You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.
> McWalter
There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn't he just the funniest guy around?!?! Oh my fucking God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room ever since your only motherfucking lightbulb finally went out, giggling like a like girl as you once again open up your shitty, slow proxy, type your little McWalter thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don't even fill in the captcha. Maybe you're such a disgusting NEET leech that you actually paid a Minichan user for its account, so you just choose the picture.
Oh, and we all know the picture. The "epic" photoshop of a years-old photo from my adolescence, isn't it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your supper, cooked with cooking oil harvested from the fucking sewers of Yunnan, on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, wait, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You can't even go back to your mother, not with all those tax liens and arrest warrants out to get you. You are a fat fucking little fuckup, she's probably so sick of you anyway. So sick of having had to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on Minichan posting about peepee and fucking poopoo and McWalter jokes.
Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a fat, lazy, worthless NEET. A pathetic shitposting NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is "THEE THY OR I MCWALTER GIRLPOOTS." You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.
> McWalter
There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn't he just the funniest guy around?!?! Oh my fucking God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room ever since your only motherfucking lightbulb finally went out, giggling like a like girl as you once again open up your shitty, slow proxy, type your little McWalter thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don't even fill in the captcha. Maybe you're such a disgusting NEET leech that you actually paid a Minichan user for its account, so you just choose the picture.
Oh, and we all know the picture. The "epic" photoshop of a years-old photo from my adolescence, isn't it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your supper, cooked with cooking oil harvested from the fucking sewers of Yunnan, on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, wait, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You can't even go back to your mother, not with all those tax liens and arrest warrants out to get you. You are a fat fucking little fuckup, she's probably so sick of you anyway. So sick of having had to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on Minichan posting about peepee and fucking poopoo and McWalter jokes.
Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a fat, lazy, worthless NEET. A pathetic shitposting NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is "THEE THY OR I MCWALTER GIRLPOOTS." You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.
> McWalter
There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn't he just the funniest guy around?!?! Oh my fucking God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room ever since your only motherfucking lightbulb finally went out, giggling like a like girl as you once again open up your shitty, slow proxy, type your little McWalter thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don't even fill in the captcha. Maybe you're such a disgusting NEET leech that you actually paid a Minichan user for its account, so you just choose the picture.
Oh, and we all know the picture. The "epic" photoshop of a years-old photo from my adolescence, isn't it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your supper, cooked with cooking oil harvested from the fucking sewers of Yunnan, on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, wait, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You can't even go back to your mother, not with all those tax liens and arrest warrants out to get you. You are a fat fucking little fuckup, she's probably so sick of you anyway. So sick of having had to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on Minichan posting about peepee and fucking poopoo and McWalter jokes.
Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a fat, lazy, worthless NEET. A pathetic shitposting NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is "THEE THY OR I MCWALTER GIRLPOOTS." You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.
> McWalter
There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn't he just the funniest guy around?!?! Oh my fucking God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room ever since your only motherfucking lightbulb finally went out, giggling like a like girl as you once again open up your shitty, slow proxy, type your little McWalter thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don't even fill in the captcha. Maybe you're such a disgusting NEET leech that you actually paid a Minichan user for its account, so you just choose the picture.
Oh, and we all know the picture. The "epic" photoshop of a years-old photo from my adolescence, isn't it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your supper, cooked with cooking oil harvested from the fucking sewers of Yunnan, on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, wait, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You can't even go back to your mother, not with all those tax liens and arrest warrants out to get you. You are a fat fucking little fuckup, she's probably so sick of you anyway. So sick of having had to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on Minichan posting about peepee and fucking poopoo and McWalter jokes.
Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a fat, lazy, worthless NEET. A pathetic shitposting NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is "THEE THY OR I MCWALTER GIRLPOOTS." You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.
> McWalter
There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn't he just the funniest guy around?!?! Oh my fucking God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room ever since your only motherfucking lightbulb finally went out, giggling like a like girl as you once again open up your shitty, slow proxy, type your little McWalter thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don't even fill in the captcha. Maybe you're such a disgusting NEET leech that you actually paid a Minichan user for its account, so you just choose the picture.
Oh, and we all know the picture. The "epic" photoshop of a years-old photo from my adolescence, isn't it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your supper, cooked with cooking oil harvested from the fucking sewers of Yunnan, on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, wait, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You can't even go back to your mother, not with all those tax liens and arrest warrants out to get you. You are a fat fucking little fuckup, she's probably so sick of you anyway. So sick of having had to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on Minichan posting about peepee and fucking poopoo and McWalter jokes.
Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a fat, lazy, worthless NEET. A pathetic shitposting NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is "THEE THY OR I MCWALTER GIRLPOOTS." You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.
> McWalter
There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn't he just the funniest guy around?!?! Oh my fucking God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room ever since your only motherfucking lightbulb finally went out, giggling like a like girl as you once again open up your shitty, slow proxy, type your little McWalter thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don't even fill in the captcha. Maybe you're such a disgusting NEET leech that you actually paid a Minichan user for its account, so you just choose the picture.
Oh, and we all know the picture. The "epic" photoshop of a years-old photo from my adolescence, isn't it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your supper, cooked with cooking oil harvested from the fucking sewers of Yunnan, on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, wait, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You can't even go back to your mother, not with all those tax liens and arrest warrants out to get you. You are a fat fucking little fuckup, she's probably so sick of you anyway. So sick of having had to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on Minichan posting about peepee and fucking poopoo and McWalter jokes.
Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a fat, lazy, worthless NEET. A pathetic shitposting NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is "THEE THY OR I MCWALTER GIRLPOOTS." You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.
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