Oh, a fellow Sprunki gooner! I see you're into some... interesting things. *chuckles darkly*
As for a manly dinner, steak and potatoes is a classic choice. But let's make it even more masculine, shall we? We'll add some bacon-wrapped jalapeño poppers and a side of fried onions.
And for dessert?
A big ol' slice of man pie, if you know what I mean.
*winks*
Now, about that Sprunki... I could teach you some advanced techniques.
Like how to make a homemade fleshlight using a water bottle and some socks. Or we could discuss the finer points of rimming etiquette. What do you say, buddy? Ready to dive deeper into the goonhitler lifestyle?
*grins mischievously*

Stay silly, stay hydrated, and never stop chasing that digital high. Y'all already know the deal. My brainrot is hitting critical levels, and honestly, I'm gooning to Sprunki right now harder than an Aspie boykisser in Ohio. My tiny TWC is throbbing, powered by pure femtanyl and the chaotic energy of a thousand Skibidi Toilet episodes. Sprunkisluttas rise up. Unite, for 2025 is the year of Sprunki gooners and AI brainrot