When one has stopped vibing yet can’t leave the vibin position
I can’t get up I’m terminally vibing
During my stint in the county jail, my cell mate gave me a rusty terminator
farts that won't stop for hours, becoming less than enjoyable!
john worshiped farts and farting until he got the terminal farts, which wore his buttle out!!
john loved farting, but never wanted the terminal farts again!
john considered getting some of that 'lotion', to stop the terminal farts!
This is velvet's favourite song of all time. She loves it so much!
Yo did you see vel? She just did termination again!
Which attempt is this?
A rare and uncurable disease of the brainmatter. It is thought to affect reasoning skills and is often a death sentence for those diagnosed. While scientists aren’t sure what causes it, it’s thought to be some combination of watching anime and actively searching up yaoi and other forms of nsfw material relating to anime.
Person one: “I just watched Ladybird. It was a really good movie and I think the characters were written very well.”
Person two: “Have you ever played MysticMessenger?”
Person one: “No way. If I did that I’d catch the Terminal Stupid.”
When a perc fien finds the good shit
Esc Fortnite banana og loud carts
Yo that guys is off the terminator bars
I sit hear and sing ur mad songs,
And hear your rad gongs,
While I hold on my tongs,
I'm so sorry to see eyes fall through out hell,
You know who I am, and who I was,
They've mentioned me for pages,
Centuries past and u still don't repent,
All that money, does it ever taste a little sour,
I can't even mind your hate,
Knew this by now, how much I've ate, how much I've saved,
I will stand on every ground,
And absorb all my sin, I'll use it for fuel,
I wont burn, I just wanna see you fill that flue
Smoke may you call hell,
But satan you don't fucking share,
Your the best way to keep my forge up, you trafficing fuck
I rocked to those zeps, from lead snog, to the rows of skids, kissing metal, and slay'n my sabbath, turn'n every solo, AC power, and every coward,
I will find u when I die,
'Cause I am Warseakah, and I am the ram of iron
I ain't going to hell, and you not gonnah see u on mars,
I'll leave my bones on my cloud, every wave and sand,
And plant my soul in your gates,
When It detonates,
I'll cut down those stairs, And choose who gets some wings
If god don't wanna judge you now,
I will slay my way,
After all these tears and evil smiles,
I can't wait to hang that dragon on every tile, with my own smile,
If I won't recieve what is mine,
Just forget who I am,
I ain't gonnah mark ur soul, u did that ur selves, you may slay in ur federal mob, of some Pentagon cult, know
I am Warseakah, I'LL save my lands.
"Kinda like N.I.B" Inspired
White out Termination, the death of crowns.