
whyyy1111111
When I was a small child, the townsfolk would throw stones at my head. Every Saturday, the one thing people looked forward to was the weekly "who can hit Mike in the hardest with a small stone" competition. Hours would go by, and I would have the comical large bump on my head from these people throwing stones at the poor, young child that was myself. This, reasonably, is why I cannot spell.

cry1babby
@whyyy1111111 Y'ALL I WILL NO KLONGER BE POSTING ON THIS ACCOUNT BECAUSE I'M LOCKED OUT CURRENTLY SO I WILL BE POSTING ALL FURTHER FICS ON THIS ACCOUNT ALL FUTURE FICS WILL BE ON MY NEW ACCOUNT
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