I was Pewdiepie's biggest fan. I watched all of his videos and bought all his merch. My parents didn't understand, but that was okay, because I still had Pewds. He was... my daddy.
I would tweet at him every night. "Fist me daddy." I would say. "Fuck me daddy." But he didn't. Until one day the kids at school were screwing with me again. "Pewdiepie sucks. You're a faggot." they said. All of a sudden Pewdiepie came in! He was wearing a fabulous dress and some cool sunglasses and headphones. "How's it going bros? My name is Peeeeeewdiepie." He said and then he 360 noscoped all my classmates.
"Daddy you saved me," I said, "Please fist me daddy."
"All right all right all right. Bend over and show me dat ass girl."
I took off my dress and panties and bent over my desk. Pewdie slowly started to fist me.
When it was over he said. "Stay awesome." And flew off into the night.
#stopdaddy2015
