What the bloody christ on a shibang bycicle? Well today was rather interesting, I woke up in the morning (more like afternoon) and I headed down to my door to find there was someone there! Eurikah! Of course, I invited her in, she was distinctly feminine, wearing a tutu of her own creation and even a bow. I could even describe her as adorable. She was obviously very nervous, a blush tinting her mask. She just looked like a me with a gender. Do I have a gender?
Signed Gimb
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Signed Gimb
General FictionGimb is an it, do not ask, read. Gimb is short for gimboid, any nerds/english people will know it means stupid. :)
