doas

Or green olives in an extra dirty martini?

I’m a fan of so many pickled and fermented things. It’d be a long list to answer.

In all seriousness, you’re the one I assume to be equating people with varying ability to “retards,” where I was just using the nomenclature that OP was using to describe the state of their interests once careless normies decide to adopt them. If you want to try to bully me, in addition to yourself repeatedly suggesting that people with different abilities are the real “retards” here, then you can get blocked from my YouTube channel.

Man, I don’t know what your angle is, I already agreed my interests are pretty retarded, so however you think you’re gonna bully me it won’t work man

It’s two buzzes for “daddy’s home”

No, just my butt plug.

If you’re trying to bully me man, I already said it doesn’t work

“MY TEAM WON”

In short, brain dead hooligan mentality.

Man, I like some pretty retarded shit man, but I’ve never been bullied for it, man

> be me

Getting these vibes

I got into it with friends last weekend when they were talking about Black Adam. I told them it’s 2025, they should just be calling him Adam.

Just say “retard” if you’re gonna say it. Lazily censoring it seems worse, because implications.

Touch me on the back

I know it, and I like to play smooth jazz before bed, to help get them in the mood.

Don’t touch anything in the apartment, honestly.

I guess it got into the window sill,or maybe the drapes.

The lyrics specifically say:

As he came into the window

He didn’t come “through” the window, but rather “into.”

So one would have to assume the crescendo was the loud groaning sound the smooth criminal makes as he empties himself on the window.

I could piss stronger than a cicada.