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7/9/2025, 12:42:38 PM
>amorim won 5 leagues/domestic cups in the netherlands. amorim has won 4.
7/5/2025, 10:53:58 PM
>>714615036
I enjoy the process of overcoming the odds
I enjoy the process of overcoming the odds
6/21/2025, 11:20:34 PM
>>211797804
Imagine being Stayvun in that scene and having to be all like "damn, Detective Patterson, I don’t know. I would totally tell you if I knew something" when all he really wants to do is creep on another neighbor girl from outside her window. Like seriously imagine having to be Stayvun and not only sit in that chair while Detective Patterson flaunts his disgusting belly in front of you, the neon lighting reflecting off his bald head and leathery skin, and just sit there, perfectly still, hour after hour, while he bounced all over the room. Not only having to tolerate his monstrous fucking visage but the other detective’s haughty attitude as he tells you he KNOWS WHAT YOU DID and DAMN, SON WHY DONCHU CHANGE YER UNDERWHAR?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch his piggish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fapping to nothing but a healthy diet of blondes and coeds and later supposed friends for your ENTIRE ACADEMIC CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Georgia. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on his big fat belly as he leans back in that chair to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are not enjoying having to sit there and revel in his "potbellied (for that is what he calls it)" physique, the physique he worked so hard for with jelly doughnuts in the previous months. And then the other detective calls for him to come take a look at something, and you contemplate bolting out the door and making a run for it before the guards put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Stayvun. You're not going to lose your future meming career over this. Just bear it. Stare off into space and bear it.
Imagine being Stayvun in that scene and having to be all like "damn, Detective Patterson, I don’t know. I would totally tell you if I knew something" when all he really wants to do is creep on another neighbor girl from outside her window. Like seriously imagine having to be Stayvun and not only sit in that chair while Detective Patterson flaunts his disgusting belly in front of you, the neon lighting reflecting off his bald head and leathery skin, and just sit there, perfectly still, hour after hour, while he bounced all over the room. Not only having to tolerate his monstrous fucking visage but the other detective’s haughty attitude as he tells you he KNOWS WHAT YOU DID and DAMN, SON WHY DONCHU CHANGE YER UNDERWHAR?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch his piggish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fapping to nothing but a healthy diet of blondes and coeds and later supposed friends for your ENTIRE ACADEMIC CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Georgia. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on his big fat belly as he leans back in that chair to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are not enjoying having to sit there and revel in his "potbellied (for that is what he calls it)" physique, the physique he worked so hard for with jelly doughnuts in the previous months. And then the other detective calls for him to come take a look at something, and you contemplate bolting out the door and making a run for it before the guards put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Stayvun. You're not going to lose your future meming career over this. Just bear it. Stare off into space and bear it.
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