Now I know we all claim it's over yadayada but let's be real some of you will make it out of inceldom, especially you Caucasian kiddies. So imagine yourself having found that one girl that likes you. A virgin girl at that. You believe this girl is genuine since she has shown no signs whatsoever of being like ALL modern holes. Finally you decide to go on a date, you pick her up in your nice Honda Prelude and on your way to the KFC you notice a Toyota Quantum (taxi) tailing you until eventually the taxi driver signals you to stop. Being in a good mood you decide to oblige and pull over, maybe the guy is lost, maybe he wants a snap of your sweet sweet Honda Prelude you convince yourself. All's you care about is later on tonight, you and your woman going all the way, finally you will remove this burden of being involuntarily celibate. Suddenly you realise that the taxi driver looks like these types:
Oh boy here comes trouble you think. You proceed to open the windows of your Prelude, and the man calmly asks what you are doing with his property. "This sweet Honda Prelude is mine good sir!" you reply but before the man could explain further your girl squeals like a pig about to be slaughtered. I'm sorry she screams and don't kill us she cries. Now things begin making sense for you. This guy is not here for the Prelude, he is here for his hole. She bamboozled you and now you're going to die, a virgin. Your life is at the taxi driver's' mercy, what goes through your mind as you see the bullet exists the glocks chamber?
This happened today.
A simp in a mord fustang was shot up after a woman cheated on her taxi driving Tyrone with him. Both died on the scene and Tyrone blew his brains out after a few hours. This is what awaits you in normie life. All the money scrounged up, all the BTC, ETH and Raven coin you had mined forfeited. Because you are dead.
Oh boy here comes trouble you think. You proceed to open the windows of your Prelude, and the man calmly asks what you are doing with his property. "This sweet Honda Prelude is mine good sir!" you reply but before the man could explain further your girl squeals like a pig about to be slaughtered. I'm sorry she screams and don't kill us she cries. Now things begin making sense for you. This guy is not here for the Prelude, he is here for his hole. She bamboozled you and now you're going to die, a virgin. Your life is at the taxi driver's' mercy, what goes through your mind as you see the bullet exists the glocks chamber?
This happened today.
A simp in a mord fustang was shot up after a woman cheated on her taxi driving Tyrone with him. Both died on the scene and Tyrone blew his brains out after a few hours. This is what awaits you in normie life. All the money scrounged up, all the BTC, ETH and Raven coin you had mined forfeited. Because you are dead.
