conor shew looves supppressorss alot

he l;kes two puddem on hes AMCAR an brin it two oe dow

onee nite, he waz jently caressing hi suppresssores wheen he siad, "I luv mah litle basboshkas" inn a voic quiete enuf thatt hiss boifriende cannoot here himm.

Sudenly, a momoithe supppresor repplieds, "I lovee youu twwo Connore"

So de neext dayy, connnor shaaw wais prreparring foure thhe allesso heisst onnn harde modde, when he got nerfious,

"Whatt iff I DIE?" -he assked

"BBring mee with youu" saidd the monowith sopprossor

THEY getinthe van an go andd finishe thee jobb wih 300 000 000 kops cilled.

"Gud jub," sayeth the supresoer, afterr a bref paause "wante to fucc?"

"no thenk u" sayed Conorshaw

"ddammitt, cok bloked agein" saaide th serproser.

then coner retarned too hiss boyfrind, dragon,

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