texts from the hellscape

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sometimes, creeps come at you quick. If you really wanna engage, just take it easy: like this… 

“creep is crushing on you”

creep: Can I jack off for you?

qu33ni3: Babygirl, there's not enough money in the world.






Sometimes people are cool, and you can make them laugh.

onepieceboy: hey mama

qu33ni3: Hello son.

onepieceboy: do you fw one piece

qu33ni3: no but I might fw little boys who fw one piece




There are nice people out there, truly there are. When you find them, appreciate their hidden gem qualities - if only for a nice little chat. :)

qu33ni3: I mean they. I didn't mean to assume Smokey's gender.

smokeyzdad: You should see the movie it's really interesting

smokeyzdad And thank you

smokeyzdad: But yea he's a boy

qu33ni3: I have a big 15lb bunny named Iggie. She's a bitch.

smokeyzdad: lol damn

smokeyzdad: Why haha

qu33ni3: Because she's got a steaming turd where her heart should be.




But sometimes you just need to be tough… 

el abreviador: Wyd

qu33ni3: Watching Pennyworth

el abreviador: Are u dtf

qu33ni3: Are you dtrmmfp

el abreviador: Elaborate pls lol

el abreviador: And I may be open to it lol

qu33ni3: I sure hope you are!!

el abreviador: Wat is it

qu33ni3 Are you down to read my motherfucking profile. XD




And sometimes you lose the struggle to keep a joke inside. Oops, sorry dude.

swirlymustachel0rd1880: If u could have any super power what would it be?

qu33ni3: The power to make all offputting facial hair disappear.






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