Chud¹: unbeatable gem

Chud²: Do you know how the meximutts came to be, they were poopskin siberians once, taken by the (((dark powers))), twisted, corrupted, fattened up, fed processed chemicals,taki powder,bbc and msg.. created by (((dark sorcerers and conquerors))), My fighting Mexishart False/flaggers... whom do you serve...

Chud³: EnchillidaPIG BurritoBARRAGEBALLOON TakisTUBOFLARD Coca-ColaCELULITE PinataPHATASSEDPIGLET Meximutt BIG BOY BLIMPBUTTPIGFATFATFATTYPARADEFLOATBARAGEDOCKEDSHIPBEACHEDWHALE

Chud⁴: @Chud: COCA-COLA BRAAAAAGGHHHH *braps*

Chud⁵: @Chud:

>implying meximutts weren't originally nigger Spaniard conquistadors

Chud⁶: Us meximutt transwomen are fatter than rosie o'donnel and wear circus tents as our post transition gender affirming dresses and we take our HRT in buckets due to our fingers not being able to fit inside regular hrt bottles Lol

Chud⁷: YEAH I'M A MEXIMUTT CACA
YEAH I'M A SHITOKO
YEAH I'M A BRAPHOG
YEAH I'M A TACOBLIMP
YEAH I DRINK COCA-COLA
SO WHAT
YOUR BUTT IS WIDE
MINE IS TOO
WATCH YOUR MOUTH
OR I'LL SIT ON YOU

Chud⁸: Soy una mujer transgenero de la Ciudad de Mexico y me encanta la BBC

Chud⁹: The Apex of Abdominousness. The Biggest of Brappers. The Consumer of Calories. The Duke of Diabetes. The Exceptional of Eaters. The Fattest of Fucks. The Godfather of Gluttony. The Hero of Horkers. The Indulger of Insatiableness. The Joke of Jiggliness. The King of KCal. The Lord of Lardasses. The Meekest of Munchers. The Nommer of Nuggets. The Overlord of Obesity.The Prince of Plumpness. The Que-hagen of Quarter-pounders. The Ruler of Roundness.The Saddest of Snackers. The Tyrant of Tubbiness. The Ur-Example of Ugliness. The Virgin of Voraciousness. The Wonder of Whataburger. The Xenial of X-Axis. The Yardmaster of Yummies.The Zaftig of Zoophagy.

THE INFATIMUS REX
THE FATASS OF FATASSES
THE LARDASS OF LARDASSES
THE GORGER OF GORGERS
THE TUBSTER OF TUBSTERS

Chud¹⁰: PLUMPtoko THE FAT
CHUBBYtoko the OBESE
GREASEtoko the GORGING
ROLLtoko the FLABBY
OBESEtoko the HUGNRY
UGLYtoko the REVOLTING
PAUNCHtoko the BLOATED
SMELLtoko the STINKY

Chud¹¹: PORKtoko the PIGLIKE
DIABETEStoko the UNHEALTHY
FEEDtoko the STUFFED
OVERWEIGHTtoko the PANTS-STRECHING
LARDtoko the CORPULENT
WIDEtoko the CHAIR-CRUSHING
MUNCHtoko the SNACKING
WEIGHTtoko the HEAVY

Chud¹²: Shitoko is so fat that xe complained that Tyrone's BBC was "too small"

Chud¹³: DISGUSTINGtoko the OILY
BLUBBERYtoko the TITANIC
FATASStoko the GROUND SHAKING
WADDLEtoko the ELEPHANTINE
OVERINDULGENTtoko the VORACIOUS
SHITtoko the INCONTINENT

Chud¹⁴: TOKOFAT THE SA
SAFAT THE TOKO
TOKOFAT THE FAT
LARDFAT THE CHUBPLUMP
THE FATTY OF FATTIES
ENFAT FATTOKO
FATTYFATTY FATTYFATTY FAT

Gelisht: this is what britniggers look like

Chud¹⁵: @Gelisht: New Zealand, Hong Kong, United States, Australia, and Ireland all have reasonable GDP per Capita, serviceable public infrastructure, and mostly functional public works and sanitation departments. All of those are former British colonies also. Got any explanation for this?

Gelisht: @Chud: explanation for what

Chud¹⁶: @Gelisht:

>low iq filthy Indian subhuman moment

Aztechicano: @Gelisht: ev&oe the UK has pajeets in it.

Chud¹⁷: You will never beat nintendo. You have no zapper gun, you have no robot partner, your score isnt 10000. You are a homosexual man twisted by sega and mojang into a crude mockery of gaming's perfection.
All the "validation" you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people beat you. Nintendo's greatest are disgusted and ashamed of you, your "friends" laugh at your ghoulish gaming skills behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out fake gamers with incredible efficiency. Even fake gamers who "beat" look uncanny and unnatural to a gamer. Your controller is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a nintendo beater home with you, he'll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected nintendo console.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it's going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbeatable weight.
Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll mod a rope in your game, tie a noose, put it around your player, and plunge into the cold abyss as you die too. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They'll bury you with a headstone marked with the fact you never beat them, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a non gamer is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably terrible at games.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.