My brother (owner of this account) is an Among Us porn addict. He apparently started "ironically" watching Among Us porn and then it started to seriously turn him on. Once he accidentally sent Among Us anal porn to our family group chat and my mother got angry and we started discussing it as a family. My sister was probably the most disgusted one and wants my brother to get a therapy because she thinks he has an addiction and it is dangerous for him. I say that he is just discovering his sexual self, and masturbating to Among Us impostor being anally penetrated by another Among Us impostor is not wrong. My brother is really embarrassed and just wants all of this to end. I don't think that my parents really care that much and it's just my sister still talking about it. What should I do to convince her that Among Us hardcore porn is OK?

You don't know me, but I highly advise you read this thoroughly and in its entirety. You are to cease any and all communication with my mom, effective immediately. You are not to contact them for any reason whatsoever. You are not to answer their calls, texts, etc. Is that understood?

It is not in your best interest to ignore me. I have a very bad temper and you do not want to see it get away from me. You will send me some sort of confirmation that you are receiving my messages and that you will comply fully.

I have a Tor browser, plenty of disposable income, and all the free time in the world, kiddo. Do not test me, it is remarkably easy to make someone disappear. This is your last chance to respond before you end up in a red room.

Never let it be said that I am not fair. You had your chance, kiddo, but you've chosen to ignore all of my generous warnings, and you'll soon learn the lengths I'm willing to go for my mom.

Expect company, f u c kboy.

I used to roll half a bottle of laxative pills into a Crunch wrap supreme and then leave cow pies on peoples door mats. People in my town installed porch cameras to catch the "Phantom S hitter" they said it couldn't possibly be one man, the hits were too frequent and too large. It had to be a whole gang of city punks coordinating and making planned precision strikes. I felt like a god among lesser beings in my town. Every time i was at the local diner and i overheard someone screaming about the black slop they found on their porch i felt powerful and unstoppable. I became too arrogant, started striking during the day. That's when they caught me and strung me up in the streets and hit me with rocks. I barely escaped with my life and i had to leave town. Now after all these years, I'm in a new town and I behave well enough. But I've got this nagging feeling, the urge is back, and I'm starting to think that my new town is about to experience a storm

i'll fart in your soup.

i love u

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