SlayerSlayer
The Satoru Iwata of incels.is
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This is why I don't leave my room. People are just gonna measure my dick, and then laugh at how small it is. They will laugh and feel good about how big their dick is in comparison to mine. And then I will go back to my room and measure my own dick and be astonished at how small it is to the point of obsession. I will write an excel chart of how big my dick is, much like a net worth chart, I track statistical anomalies in its measurement-- even though in the back of my mind I know wholeheartedly that my dick can't grow, I'm terrified it will shrink, so I measure to make sure. Like Don Quixote, the dick size was the same the entire time, but every time I see it, its an illusion-- its a perception of my own self-hatred in that moment. Then I have delusions about jelqing. Then, like the end of the Sixth Sense, I forget I was an incel this entire time. My dick size is in fact totally irrelevant within the context of social reality, so I go back to comfy UI and generate hentai.
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