You (I love you) (I love you) (I love you) (I love you) and your (I love you) page. You and your (I love you) (I love you) (I love you) and the ten (I love you) docs you (I love you) (I love you) made. Yeah I still remember... you arent some quirky (I love you) but rather a (I love you) (I love you) (I love you) (I love you) (I love you) (I love you) go kill yourself.

ive signed this before somewher ei think but UR STYLE IS SO CUTE!!! BIIIG HUGS

I lov e ur james so cute

A Very 1999 Christmas

GRGYGGGHH D ghurhh gjahjh groow hrwurhh ⬇️GRUHH GRAWHH GORRGHH LMAOOOOO

You as well?? Holyshit I hope you and your therian play pretend friend will find professional help and move on with something better in your life.

bear my spawn

bend over pretty boy youre getting loaded

why are you so racist?

Bro you cant be for real?? Pretending to be Poland Are you fucked in the head? Im polish and holy shit youre so fucking cringe. Go get a job. Your strawpage changed but dont think you can hide that shit show from me

Hey. You tried to talk to me lately. I don't think you checked my patreon about any info so let me clarify. Do you even realize what you’re doing to me when you say you’re Poland, when you act like some “Poland countryhuman”? You think it’s harmless, maybe even funny, but for me it’s like dragging me back into hell. Poland isn’t just a word to me—it’s the place where I was brutalized in ways no one should ever experience, the kind of violence that left me broken, ashamed, and scarred for years. I still remember the glass shards stuck up my anus, that you, Poles, stuck there. When it broke, so did my heart. When you wrap yourself in that identity, it feels like you’re wearing the mask of my abusers. It feels like you’re laughing in the face of the nightmares I’ve fought through in therapy, the humiliation and pain I’ll never forget. You’re not just “being Poland” to me—you’re triggering every flashback, every buried memory of what was done to me. So when I say I feel uncomfortable, I mean it with everything inside me. This isn’t some small irritation—it’s my body screaming in terror, it’s wounds being ripped open. And the worst part is that you don’t even seem to care how much it costs me to sit here and hear you say those words.

how are you this unfunny

gerpol forever! XD UWU

Driving in my truck right after a beer Hey, that bump is shaped like a deer DUI? How about you die? I'll go a hundred miles An hour! Little do you know, I filled up on gas Imma get your fountain-making ass Pulverize this fuck ​With my Bergentrück It seems you're out of luck! TRUCK! Beer is on the seat Blood is on the grass Won't admit defeat With cops right up my ass You may have a fleet But still I'm driving fast I'll never be passed I just saved the world From the darkest founts Killed a little girl Better for the town Gave this truck a whirl Heavy is my crown But I won't go down! You might also like Asgore runs over Dess: The Musical Thisusernameisaplaceholder Bergentrückung Man on the Internet DON’T FORGET (ASGORE’S HIT N’ RUN HOEDOWN MIX) RecD Drive, drive, drive, but I am speed! Seven beers are all I need Try, just try, but I will lead! I bet that you're peeing your pants Drive, drive, drive, but I'll still speed! Seven beers, a pinch of weed Have fried, fried, fried my brain, I need Some more to proceed! Drive, drive, drive, but I am speed! Seven beers are all I need Try, just try, but I will lead! I bet that you're peeing your pants Drive, drive, drive, but I'll still speed! Seven beers, a pinch of weed Have fried, fried, fried my brain, I need Some more to proceed! Shit, did my dumbass just really hit a tree? Now I get up on my feet, and try to flee But I can't run, was it maybe all that weed? If I speak to them, maybe I'll be free! But they've got guns, what happens when they see my weed? Did I really just rhyme weed with weed? Alright, listen I can't be arrested I'm like the mountain king or some shit In another universe And that deer has some powers!!! I'm doing this world a favor Please Don't lock me up I just saved the world My thanks is thirty years to life For that girl to be alive And me to miss my wife Can't be in a cage All my flowers gonna die I've got a growing boy to raise I need her butterscotch pie Imma start hiding, see? I can only cry and mope There'll be a friend inside of me If I drop the fucking soap I just wanna go home Wish I hadn't gotten stoned Now I'm stuck behind bars While my wife is getting boned! K dot I'll miss you Go seal that dark fountain Also Fuck Sans And his convenience store

UR PONIES AND STYLE IS SO AMAZING I MIGHT SOB AGAIXIISIJSKS