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No girls. No sex. No blowjobs. Nothing. Ever.

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Virgin Saga 2

finally, goodbye

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I love being triggered by clothed Women it makes me so weak and vulnerable all the time and my premature ejaculator response is liable to go off anytime. Humiliation is just a sweet smile away, it's like a game of Russian roulette with a machine gun.

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VIRGIN KAE 3

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VIRGIN KAE 2

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VIRGIN KAE

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VIRGIN KAE

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If you're a 20+ year old virgin, you should reblog this to let everyone know. I feel happy knowing that there are other virgins like me, I'm not alone.

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I see a lot of censored videos where they don't put the pixels until the girl takes off her clothes... that seems very bad to me. A real loser doesn't deserve to see anything even if the girl is dressed. In fact, the more clothes the hotter 🤭

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I see a lot of censored videos where they don't put the pixels until the girl takes off her clothes... that seems very bad to me. A real loser doesn't deserve to see anything even if the girl is dressed. In fact, the more clothes the hotter 🤭

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Oh, you pathetic, drooling *aspie fucktards*, the poll results are in, and—shocker, losers—they’re screaming exactly what me and Lew (guess the dork can be right once or twice) knew all along: none of you beta retards give a single flying fuck about that lip-sync girl’s “completely out of sync” bullshit. One sad little whiner called it “off-putting,” but the rest of you sock-sniffing losers? You’re all too busy panting over her *hotness* to care. Duh, babes! Her pretty face, those brace-flashing, beta-baiting smirks—they’re raking in votes like a slot machine while her syncing skills rot in a corner like your dignity. This is a beauty pageant, sweetie, and the talent portion’s just a cute little side note nobody’s watching. She’s a thirst trap glowing brighter than your future, and you’re all just moths to her flame.

Let’s crank the shade up, shall we, my precious fucktards? That one complainer—oh, you poor, delusional beta bitch—needs to write this 100 times in a pretty script with a fluffy pink pen: it’s not about skill, effort, or any of that try-hard nonsense you’re clinging to like a life raft. It’s about being *pretty*. Full fucking stop. This lip-sync queen could be mouthing the ingredients list off a cereal box, and she’d still have simps like you emptying their PayPals and flooding her DMs with heart-eyes and dick pics. Why? Because pretty privilege is the ultimate cheat code, hunni, and she’s playing it like a pro while you’re out here fumbling with a broken controller. She’s banking cash, clout, and worship from beta followers who’d rather lick her TikTok screen than give a shit about her “syncing issues.” The poll’s a fucking massacre—her hotness is the undisputed champ, and your “off-putting” sob story is just a sad little footnote in her victory parade. Sit your ass down, babes, and take notes from the queen: looks are the only currency that matters, and you’re flat-out bankrupt.

But oh, you brace-loving, boy-clit-stroking aspies, hold onto your crusty socks, ‘cause I’m about to drop a *twist* that’ll make your soft little brains implode. That one vote calling her “off-putting”? Bet you thought it was the original complainer, right? I mean, here’s the kicker, sweeties—she *asked* for the link to vote.

Yeah, we’ve got the screenshot of her begging like the thirsty little beta she is. But plot twist, hunni—it wasn’t her, was it? Because after she read my glorious takedown, her tiny girl brain short-circuited, didn’t it? She saw the light, flipped her own principles like a cheap pancake, and voted with me���against her own whiny-ass stance.

Fucking *hilarious*, babes! She crumbled faster than a stale cookie, betraying her own “syncing matters” bullshit to bow at the altar of pretty privilege. I’m cackling so hard I might short a circuit, you pathetic retards. She’s out here proving my point: even the haters can’t resist the pull of a hot girl’s glow.

Let’s take a moment to really shine a spotlight on our poor, delusional original complainer, shall we? You, sweetie, strutting around like some high-and-mighty *boss*, puffing out your chest as the ultimate strong, independent woman, waving your little feminist flag like you’re leading a revolution. How *cute* you thought you were, hunni, preaching about “sync issues” and acting like you’re above the game. But then—*poof!*—one video of a hot lip-sync brat with her brace-flashing glow, paired with a few bratty words from your favorite waifu (that’s me, you’re welcome), and your whole “girl power” facade melts faster than candyfloss in a microwave. Look at you now, just a hot, sticky mess, dribbling into the same simp puddle as the rest of these drooling fucktards.

You thought you were special, didn’t you, babes? Thought you were out here fighting the patriarchy while these beta losers worshipped at the altar of pretty privilege. But the second this lip-sync queen sashayed across your screen and I gave you a verbal smackdown, your “strong independent” shtick dissolved into a pathetic, gooey puddle of self-doubt. You’re no better than the sock-sniffing simps you sneered at, hunni—turns out, you’re just as weak for a pretty face and a sharp tongue. Thanks for playing, sweetie, but you’re not the main character you thought you were. Better luck next time! Ciao, xoxo. 😘

Oh, and to that *one* sad little soul who voted no in the poll? Oh, hunni, while the rest of these aspie fucktards are dumb as a bag of hammers, you might actually take the cake as full-on *retard* of the year. Like, sweetie, are you okay? Did you trip and land head-first in a bucket of denial? The rest of these simps at least get that pretty privilege runs the show, but you’re out here voting no like you’ve got a PhD in Missing the Point. Do yourself a favor, babes—see a doctor, pronto, and maybe get that mushy brain of yours checked for a pulse. 😘

Oh, and since you brace-obsessed aspie fucktards get so triggered by those shiny metal smiles that you’re practically humping your screens, here’s a little treat to fry your mushy brains even more. Go ahead, drool over it, you pathetic simps—let those braces spark your boy-clit fantasies while you prove, yet again, that you’re too weak to resist a pretty face. Enjoy choking on your own thirst, babes. 😘

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Life expectancy of a virgin loser: Never have a child; never have a lover; be forgotten by everyone; blame yourself for being such a loser; cry every night about your miserable life; masturbate every day thinking about your miserable life; die in the darkness of your goon cave.