*(THIS IS SATIRE AND NOT MEANT TO MAKE FUN OF, DEMEAN, OR HARASS PEOPLE OR CREATORS WHO GENUINELY ENJOY THIS CONTENT. I DO NO SUPPORT THE HARASSMENT AND BULLYING OF PEOPLE WHO ENJOY SHIPPING CHARACTERS WITH OTHER CHARACTERS OR THEMSELVES)
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Another hot day in Nevada! concussion, juicy ass, this clowns starting to look a whole lot better than previously. You pack your stuff for today's adventure and you slap your juicy ass into the car seat, it makes a loud plarp sound as you turn the key to start up the dingy car. Today, you will find that clown, and show off your perfection.
After about two hours of driving, you stop by a gas station currently being raided by the clown. You walk, and with each strut of your tiny body- the perfect of behind claps and tries to knock you over by its sheer size. The clown is minding his business, causing madness, and you walk up to him. Tricky glances you at 0.4 a second and you CLAP your ass like a bird chirping for a mans. You fall on your juicy niccy thicky right onto his foot. Tricky sends you flying out the building after he misses killing you with his weapon, because of your thick plot armor. You're like Hank: but 50x worse, and now have grunt boobies. You have ass, you have tits, and you have an indented skill.
You go home in your half destroyed vehicle, one of your friends has moved out due to fear. You are scary, your Tricky shrine is scary, I am scared. It's only time until you are killed and go to purgatory for your clownfucker crimes. But for now, you caress your Tricky body pillow with lustful intent.
