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you got so mad when i dissed the drake song, did u think he was singing about you? and whats with the ass comments, i love ♥♥♥♥♥. anyways, u ned to calm down and take a chill pill child, i dissed a song that we both know sucks. get over it, the song is garbage, stop cryiong.

If you're reading this, you've found my son’s profile. Roblox has completely taken over his life. It all began innocently enough—he mentioned he was interested in a game called Roblox. it didn’t seem like a big deal. That was 20 years ago. Now, my son has isolated himself in his room, using Roblox Funko Pops as a makeshift barricade.
He only emerges once a week, carrying five large 50-gallon soda bottles filled with human excrement, which he leaves just outside his door. He refuses to leave the house, speak to me, or even acknowledge my presence. I’ve tried everything, but nothing seems to work. When I turned off the WiFi, he managed to pay someone in Robux to park a satellite WiFi truck outside our house. Attempting to take away his computer leads to an uncontrollable tard rage where he repeatedly screams, “Rich Ch***y, Rich Ch***y, Rich Ch***y" until he gets it back.
I’ve called the Internet police, but they say there’s nothing they can do. Please bring me back my son.

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In Tyler’s great hall,
Ikurokage’s c*ck fell,
Banned by knight’s strong call.

Troll’s plea, vain and meek,
Tyler laughed, justice to speak,
Mercy’s hand did seek.

In chat’s covert hall,
Symbols rose, a jest did call,
Slain, yet pardoned, free.

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