the big sick: but his dick is the exception

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I think you’ll find the background image funny too. It’s chicken schmaltz!

Also dudes dick plays video games. Who knew. 

just another weirdo who wanted to show me his penis even though I didn’t want anything to do with it. 

-MisterSofty-

Huh your not even making sense wat

I just called you cute ?




-ME-

That's it

It makes perfect sense.

I am looking for friends.

I asked you multiple times to stop flirting with me.

Like I'm not judging your looks, I don't even know what you look like

don't care either




-MisterSofty-

Um okay ig what lol ?




-ME-

we are looking for 2 different things




-MisterSofty-

*Image Attached*

Do you like guys with big dicks ?




-ME-

Lmao

What's wrong with it




-MisterSofty-

I thought you would of liked it if I showed you how big it is




-ME-

Like is that an ai picture or something

Oh my god hahahha




-MisterSofty-

That's littersly me what




-ME-

If I didn't want to flirt with you, what makes you think I care about your dick?




-MisterSofty-

Because it was like big




-ME-

Does your dick play video games like I asked for in my bio?

Does it go for coffee? Does it want tarot readings?

Like oh my fucking god




-MisterSofty-

It could for you




-ME 11:42-

if you want to fuck someone go to tinder and onlyfans




-MisterSofty 11:42-

Was it big though?




-ME 11:42-

Don't go to someone who literally says in their profile friends only and don't flirt with me

It looks very weird and your pubes are out of control

good luck to you




-MisterSofty 11:43-

Was it small ??




-YOU TOOK 4 SCREENSHOTS OF CHAT!-











too lazy to edit out his first name, idek where this assclown lives XD he was a random stupe. also the tattoo wasnt him, it was just a cute meme pic I liked.

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