"TRANNIES could be here" he thought. "I've never been in this chat before." There could be TRANNIES anywhere. The cool breeze from his partially opened window felt good against his flabby body." "I HATE TRANNIES" he thought. Horst Wessel Lied reverberated in his mom's basement, making it pulsate as the Mountain Dew circulated through his weak veins and heightened his (meritable) fear of trannies in his chat. "With a keyboard, you can call anyone a tranny you mildly disagree with" he said to himself, out loud.

Looking for new admins if you have a smaller channel you can just join us idk
It's hard to continue posting😫