>>41559902
well the statistics aren't on your side my friend
>>41559904
oh so faggots can nut in a woman now? maybe it's not over for them
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Kill trannys. Behead trannys. Roundhouse kick a tranny into the concrete. Slam dunk a tranny baby into the trashcan. Crucify filthy blacks. Defecate in a trannys food. Launch trannys into the sun. Stir fry trannys in a wok. Toss trannys into active volcanoes. Urinate into a trannys gas tank. Judo throw trannys into a wood chipper. Twist trannys heads off. Report trannys to the IRS. Karate chop trannys in half. Curb stomp pregnant black trannys. Trap trannys in quicksand. Crush trannys in the trash compactor. Liquefy trannys in a vat of acid. Eat trannys. Dissect trannys. Exterminate trannys in the gas chamber. Stomp tranny skulls with steel toed boots. Cremate trannys in the oven. Lobotomize trannys. Mandatory abortions for trannys. Grind tranny fetuses in the garbage disposal. Drown trannys in fried chicken grease. Vaporize trannys with a ray gun. Kick old trannys down the stairs. Feed trannys to alligators. Slice trannys with a katana. Total tranny death
>>516023250
Pretty sure that one tranny friend posted on the 9th, OMAR, that he knew something would happen.
Pretty sure that one tranny friend posted on the 9th, OMAR, that he knew something would happen.
>>40851857
>>40851905
>>40851983
>>40852090
>HURK
>ACK!
>BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHHHHHHHRBRHRHHHRGGGHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFTTHHHHHHHHHHHHH
>>40851905
>>40851983
>>40852090
>HURK
>ACK!
>BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHHHHHHHRBRHRHHHRGGGHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFTTHHHHHHHHHHHHH
>>938470997
>>938471075
>>938471098
>>938471109
>>938471176
YWNBAW
Everyone around you will breathe a sigh of relief when you finally kill yourself.
>>938471075
>>938471098
>>938471109
>>938471176
YWNBAW
Everyone around you will breathe a sigh of relief when you finally kill yourself.
>NOOOOOO YOU CANT SAY THE N WORD THATS RACIST
Your fortune: （ ´_ゝ`）ﾌｰﾝ
Your fortune: （ ´_ゝ`）ﾌｰﾝ
You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.