Frauding
Making big bank by selling dyson vacuums to your grandmother and her clique.
You wish you knew me.
I'm a tiza sniffing paraplegic bald legend.
Making big bank by selling dyson vacuums to your grandmother and her clique.
I do live cocaine snorting on all social media platforms. You can pay for a private show.
By owning my own country called Goronia, you can hire me as a consultant to lead your country or hire me to start a war with your enemies.
Doing God's Work
This here is a prime transified leech. Otherwise know as Jake Squire AKA XIV. After getting him banned off of skeet, he went into hiding and has been slicing his wrists with a fork. If you see one in real life, it'll most likely be under a bridge sniffing ketamine in fingerless bum gloves waiting for their parents to die in order to cash in on their 30K GBP inheritance.
After getting "The leech" banned, Wisham Mohammed from gamesense started a personal feud with me. It's only fair since I used and read him like a book in order to social engineer myself to a free invite. He tried playing it off but we all know that he's still plotting a revenge against god himself (me). Unfortunately he doesnt reply to my whatsapp texts anymore, he must be busy.
The Luxembourgish tranny, which I have attempted to save from getting pressured and affected by "The Leech" and his community of static, immovable stick-figure lookalikes. This was my first and last attempt at saving someone from transificating themselves. The Luxembourgish tranny is extremely unstable mentally. Luckily I have only been exposed to one of its 26 personalities, I think each personality is a different nationality. I have gone easy on this one due to a mutual friend. Be aware as these move in the dark and camouflage themselves in order to trick you into thinking they're one of you, in order to spy and gossip with "The Leech"
Then What?
To start off, you're a stick figure lookalike with arms flailing in the wind like spaghetti, a static entity welded to your off-brand dxracer made out of recycled condoms and cocksleeves.
You've never touched grass and you blame the cyst epidemic on what you call a "face" on puberty.
You'll never hit puberty, your balls will never drop. The chances of your body producing testosterone are as high as the probability of you sharing your ugly ass crater filled face online, you bulldozer looking cunt.
You got my address, you got my name, you've seen my face.
Now what? You can't afford a plane ticket. You can't even win a battle against the wind on a stormy evening.
Face the truth; You're nothing but a revenue income for the fake Brazilian estrogen factories.
I spit on ya'll.
xoxo