I believe my true self is that of a 1978 Honda Civic. That is who I truly am on the inside, my soul-being. To express this aspect of my personality I draw pictures of myself as an anthropomorphic 1978 Honda Civic and share them with others of my kind. My girlfriend is an 1975 AMC Gremlin, and we are soul-mates. Automobile soul-mates. People persecute us for our true selves. My neighbor threatened to call the cops on me just for talking to his Escort. It's not about the sex, though there is a 1955 Chevy Bel-Air I will never forget. They don't understand, I have just as much right to the road as they do. Those ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ at the DMV are the worst, but I'd rather not talk about that ugly incident of carsecution. You've never lived until you've had this guy change your oil. It doesn't make me gay, because I'm a Honda, not really a person. Your morality doesn't apply to me. I am a car. Beep beep, mother ♥♥♥♥♥♥. Deal with it.

gg

me and my friend think your armor in destiny is clean af

I think we did a dungeon on Destiny the other day, did the whole fusion dance and stuff. God, this sounds gay. Anyways, if I"m wrong, sorry to bother you sir/lady/xenomorph and have a nice whatever time of day it is.

kek

Chaotic_Knightmare clearly doesn't approve of communism.