💦 FULL SET: Id/SuperMcC - Full Gallery 2025

"Skill issue". He had done it again, through the typing of just two words, 10 glyphs, one sentence, he had won the argument. His cheeto-dusted fingers were raised high in jubilation as his opponent had no relevant response. He bound to finally get laid, his 31 years of virginity coming to an end. He froze at the sound of a beep, it was his microwave. His taquitos were ready, and he lifted himself up from his chair leaving and orange stain on the black matte finish. An expensive chair his parents had bought him for being a good boy. He sat back down, opened an incognito tab and started to do his business to his 3000 One Piece waifus. Taking a bite of his taquito, the entirety of the insides were spilled onto his sad, erect weiner, leaving only a concoction of semen, salsa, and depression.