let's play together and have a blast💥

+Rep, accept me please^^

+rep fast and fair trader!

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Born into a family of non-yeeters.my father would say, "if I ever find out that you've hit that yeet, I'll thump ya." "Yes, pa," I would reply. he burst into my room unannounced "Y'all hitting that yeet?" he would seeth. "No, pa," "Good." He would shout, "If I ever catch ya, it's a thumpin'." difficult upbringing. I had seen my friends hittin' that yeet at soccer, encouraged me to partake. "No thanks. I don't wanna catch a thumpin' from pa." I was an outcast. A loner. I would never fit in. One day, as a wee lad, in my room, watching Instagram videos of fellashittin' that yeet all over town without a care in the world. My intentions got the better of me. I stood up, my knees trembling. Carefully, I leaned onto my right foot and raised my hand in the air. I breathed in. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!" My father burst from my closet. "I told you I'd thump ya if I ever caught you hittin' that yeet, ni🅱️🅱️a," he erected. Then, he thumped me. I haven't hit that yeet since.

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