Hello gorgeous,

Normal girls want to marry Princes, we want to marry Killers.

Normal girls play Dress up, we Cosplay.

Normal girls eat Ice cream when depressed, we eat Cheesecake.

Normal girls wouldn't ever Go into the woods at night, we go searching for Slender man.

Normal girls freak out over a broken nail, we freak out over a broken knife.

Normal girls wear Bows, we wear Beanies

. Normal girls say weird, we say cool.

Normal girls ask why did you do that?, we say you shouldn't have done that.

Normal girls say go to hell, we say GO.TO.SLEEP.

Normal girls say Link, we say BEN Drowned.

Normal girls think Jeff is ugly, we think he is Beautiful.

Normal girls say Cannibal, we say Eyeless Jack.

Normal girls say go die in a hole, we say you've met with terrible fate.

Normal girls fan girl over band boys, we fan girl over Psycho Killers.

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hello ywoohbie

hhi

I was out of town visiting, I heard my friend KkOma had finally taken the time to settle down in the countryside. Rightfully so, with all the pent-up stress and frustration built up over the years of coaching the most successful KR team in League.

“How have things been buddy?” I asked, as I saw my man step out of the house upon hearing my car come in the drive-through. “All good, life’s been a lot more chill, now that I’ve retired,” he answered. “Hey, wanna check out my animals out back? I’ve taken up farming as a hobby with my free time,” as he motioned over to the back gate.

We headed out and he started introducing me to some of the livestock, mentioning how he had named them after his players, as the unhinged animals they were. Just then, I was hit by an unbearable stench. With my eyes watering uncontrollably, I questioned through gritted teeth, “What in the hell is that smell?”

He looked over knowingly and said: "Ah. Faker? The goat is never washed.”