I pray that this endeavour at the Olympic Games will bring home a gold medal. With 4 years of preparation and a man of your calibre, it seems inexorable to me that you shouldn't face any challenges. However, one can never be too sure—luck is a cruel thing, which is why I advise you to hire me as your nutritionist and coach. Not to brag, but in my school days I was the ordainer of schlong evaluation, bestowed the title of Mr. Dick—I could trace a perfect dick whilst blindfolded.
It's best to exercise caution. I respect your decision, especially given your decision to participate in an event as prestigious as Olympic Games. I can't, with good conscience, bring legal trouble your way.
In your service throughout the vicissitudes of life,
Mr. Dick
I couldn't express without stuttering how profoundly relieving that is. So much so that tears of joy betray my stoic facade. Really, I have a confession to make: following my discovery, the cognitive dissonance was too hard to handle, so much so that I even considered destroying the shrine in my room accompanied by a wolf-like howl (awooooooo).
Your lack of engagement with MAL is much needed following your flabbergasting ascension to the 17'' flaccid mark—the maintenance of that formidable human feat is of much more importance. I'll be oozing with infatuation and reverence as I update the record—I might even commemorate this milestone with a limited edition trading card. It would be the most coveted item for kids this fall—I am sure you must have heard how lucrative these illegal lotteries targeted at kids tend to be.
May your sleep regimen remain blissfully unperturbed, perpetuating your record-breaking growth.
With boundless admiration and a touch of envy,
Shinobu's Perfume
P.S. I've taken the liberty of polishing your championship trophy—stop in when you are in town to mark it again.
My fellow esteemed gooner,
It has come to my attention, through a peculiar episode of web surfing, that the stats from My Anime List indicate activity at a remarkably early hour of 6:56 a.m. This great deviation from the old days has left me in a sombre and bitter state.
I must implore you, with utmost urgency, to abandon this transformation to a mere ordinary, socially adjusted member of society. Instead, it would be in your best interest to return to illustrious glory days by emerging from your slumber at the far more civilised hour of 1:00 p.m.
I firmly believe that, and only that, befits your 15" flaccid (defending champion) title.
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living alone now π£οΈπ£οΈ
very close to chandigarh, we can like.. m-meet up or something :flushed:
It's best to exercise caution. I respect your decision, especially given your decision to participate in an event as prestigious as Olympic Games. I can't, with good conscience, bring legal trouble your way.
In your service throughout the vicissitudes of life,
Mr. Dick
Your lack of engagement with MAL is much needed following your flabbergasting ascension to the 17'' flaccid mark—the maintenance of that formidable human feat is of much more importance. I'll be oozing with infatuation and reverence as I update the record—I might even commemorate this milestone with a limited edition trading card. It would be the most coveted item for kids this fall—I am sure you must have heard how lucrative these illegal lotteries targeted at kids tend to be.
May your sleep regimen remain blissfully unperturbed, perpetuating your record-breaking growth.
With boundless admiration and a touch of envy,
Shinobu's Perfume
P.S. I've taken the liberty of polishing your championship trophy—stop in when you are in town to mark it again.
It has come to my attention, through a peculiar episode of web surfing, that the stats from My Anime List indicate activity at a remarkably early hour of 6:56 a.m. This great deviation from the old days has left me in a sombre and bitter state.
I must implore you, with utmost urgency, to abandon this transformation to a mere ordinary, socially adjusted member of society. Instead, it would be in your best interest to return to illustrious glory days by emerging from your slumber at the far more civilised hour of 1:00 p.m.
I firmly believe that, and only that, befits your 15" flaccid (defending champion) title.
In concern for your circadian rhythm,
Potato