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Is it rexie??

Feeling regretting pain from the pain

I got this for $10. Surprisingly cheap and really good quality.

why is it actually good

I’ll be posting more songs (lyrics by me and voice and beat by soniva ai)

Ik my camera is bad but anyways the story: I was playing this game called legends battlegrounds and so basically I was fighting this guy when I beat him he was like “bet” the thing is I beat him around 2 times so I was done fighting him so I left. Then my friend tells me he called me a rage quitter and I’m like “really? He was just annoying” so me and my friend played another game so speed draw and this guy joins the he starts blabbering saying I’m homeless and other stuff. And I don’t take disrespect like that so what I did was made a whole plan and the plan worked. Noodle gets all mad and says I’m fatherless nobody cares about me and so on and like his bio says my friend was being “violant” (not even how you spell it) but that isn’t true. That’s why I made a vid abt him

nice

Stop shaking ur camera I can’t see it bozo

Hey it’s me st4r

Found it =>

I am dying because of how hard that goes

Why so serious?

These are not going to be used they’re only for display

Hi fizzy thanks for the collab ✨️

Chat this is my captain

I SWEAR I WASNT THIS LAGGY IN THE GAME

WUT DA HAILLLL

supper cool your chanel is really cool!

your art work in really good

Misu had always been a ray of sunshine, her effervescent personality lighting up any room she entered. With long blackish-blue hair cascading down her back and deep indigo eyes sparkling with mischief, she was the embodiment of youth and vitality. The fragrance of strawberries naturally followed her, leaving a sweet trace wherever she went. She often wore simple outfits, and today was no different a casual shirt and light blue panties that flirted with the boundaries of what was deemed appropriate. Her friend, Mark, was an easy-going 18-year-old who preferred lounging around his room, usually caught in a world of video games and comic books. With medium-length black hair and deep black eyes, he had an air of mystery about him, though he shared a strong bond with his friend`. One lazy afternoon, as the sun poured through the windows, Misu tiptoed into Marks's room. She was feeling particularly playful, her bubbly laughter ringing like bells. However, her lack of attention to her surroundings led to a misstep; she tripped over a loose shoelace and, in a flurry of limbs, landed directly on top of her friend, her private area awkwardly positioned right onto his face. Mark, still half-asleep, was startled awake. Before he could process the situation, Misu quickly sat up, a deep blush creeping onto her cheeks. “I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of embarrassment and innocence. Mark, still trying to understand what had just happened, instinctively grabbed her waist in reflex. “Oh no!” Misu gasped; her bubbly nature momentarily replaced with panic. She squirmed, trying to escape, which only resulted in her leaving behind her light blue panties in Mark’s grasp as she managed to wiggle out and stand, still flustered. Mark watched in bewilderment as she stood there, his mind racing. “Misu is that your-” he began, but she quickly cut him off, a mix of fluster and defiance in her voice. “Um, I’ll see you later!” she said, darting out of the room. As she was about to leave, Mark called out after her, “Wait! You forgot your panties!” Turning back, she found herself inches away from his face, her heart racing as she snatched them from his hand. Their eyes met for a moment, and an unspoken understanding passed between them-a blend of confusion and camaraderie. Later that evening, as they found themselves in the kitchen rummaging for snacks, Mark broke the ice, a teasing grin curling on his lips. “So, what color was your… private part?” Misu’s cheeks flared a dark red, but she managed to muster a response. “If you must know… Strawberry Pink!” she declared, a smirk dancing on her lips as she finally registered the implications of his question. “Hmm, so what now? Are you planning on eating it?” Mark’s eyes flickered down to her discarded panties, the teasing glint in his gaze both playful and startling. Misu’s heart raced; her mind swirling as she processed his words. “Mark! That’s-” she stammered, the reality of their relationship hitting her with the force of a freight train. But even in her shock, she couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her lips. “Just kidding, Misu!” Mark laughed, his amusement infectious. “Just a joke! You’re safe, I promise!” Relief washed over her like a wave, and soon they both erupted into fits of laughter. The moment had been awkward, yes, but it only strengthened the bond they shared-a unique, unbreakable connection that was laced with playful banter and affectionate teasing. As they settled back to snack on strawberries, the rest of the awkward incident faded into the background, just another quirky moment in the tapestry of their lives. After all, being friends was about embracing the ridiculousness together-and there was no one else she would rather share it with than her friend Mark.

Misu had always been a ray of sunshine, her effervescent personality lighting up any room she entered. With long blackish-blue hair cascading down her back and deep indigo eyes sparkling with mischief, she was the embodiment of youth and vitality. The fragrance of strawberries naturally followed her, leaving a sweet trace wherever she went. She often wore simple outfits, and today was no different a casual shirt and light blue panties that flirted with the boundaries of what was deemed appropriate. Her friend, Mark, was an easy-going 18-year-old who preferred lounging around his room, usually caught in a world of video games and comic books. With medium-length black hair and deep black eyes, he had an air of mystery about him, though he shared a strong bond with his friend`. One lazy afternoon, as the sun poured through the windows, Misu tiptoed into Marks's room. She was feeling particularly playful, her bubbly laughter ringing like bells. However, her lack of attention to her surroundings led to a misstep; she tripped over a loose shoelace and, in a flurry of limbs, landed directly on top of her friend, her private area awkwardly positioned right onto his face. Mark, still half-asleep, was startled awake. Before he could process the situation, Misu quickly sat up, a deep blush creeping onto her cheeks. “I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of embarrassment and innocence. Mark, still trying to understand what had just happened, instinctively grabbed her waist in reflex. “Oh no!” Misu gasped; her bubbly nature momentarily replaced with panic. She squirmed, trying to escape, which only resulted in her leaving behind her light blue panties in Mark’s grasp as she managed to wiggle out and stand, still flustered. Mark watched in bewilderment as she stood there, his mind racing. “Misu is that your-” he began, but she quickly cut him off, a mix of fluster and defiance in her voice. “Um, I’ll see you later!” she said, darting out of the room. As she was about to leave, Mark called out after her, “Wait! You forgot your panties!” Turning back, she found herself inches away from his face, her heart racing as she snatched them from his hand. Their eyes met for a moment, and an unspoken understanding passed between them-a blend of confusion and camaraderie. Later that evening, as they found themselves in the kitchen rummaging for snacks, Mark broke the ice, a teasing grin curling on his lips. “So, what color was your… private part?” Misu’s cheeks flared a dark red, but she managed to muster a response. “If you must know… Strawberry Pink!” she declared, a smirk dancing on her lips as she finally registered the implications of his question. “Hmm, so what now? Are you planning on eating it?” Mark’s eyes flickered down to her discarded panties, the teasing glint in his gaze both playful and startling. Misu’s heart raced; her mind swirling as she processed his words. “Mark! That’s-” she stammered, the reality of their relationship hitting her with the force of a freight train. But even in her shock, she couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her lips. “Just kidding, Misu!” Mark laughed, his amusement infectious. “Just a joke! You’re safe, I promise!” Relief washed over her like a wave, and soon they both erupted into fits of laughter. The moment had been awkward, yes, but it only strengthened the bond they shared-a unique, unbreakable connection that was laced with playful banter and affectionate teasing. As they settled back to snack on strawberries, the rest of the awkward incident faded into the background, just another quirky moment in the tapestry of their lives. After all, being friends was about embracing the ridiculousness together-and there was no one else she would rather share it with than her friend Mark.

Misu had always been a ray of sunshine, her effervescent personality lighting up any room she entered. With long blackish-blue hair cascading down her back and deep indigo eyes sparkling with mischief, she was the embodiment of youth and vitality. The fragrance of strawberries naturally followed her, leaving a sweet trace wherever she went. She often wore simple outfits, and today was no different a casual shirt and light blue panties that flirted with the boundaries of what was deemed appropriate. Her friend, Mark, was an easy-going 18-year-old who preferred lounging around his room, usually caught in a world of video games and comic books. With medium-length black hair and deep black eyes, he had an air of mystery about him, though he shared a strong bond with his friend`. One lazy afternoon, as the sun poured through the windows, Misu tiptoed into Marks's room. She was feeling particularly playful, her bubbly laughter ringing like bells. However, her lack of attention to her surroundings led to a misstep; she tripped over a loose shoelace and, in a flurry of limbs, landed directly on top of her friend, her private area awkwardly positioned right onto his face. Mark, still half-asleep, was startled awake. Before he could process the situation, Misu quickly sat up, a deep blush creeping onto her cheeks. “I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of embarrassment and innocence. Mark, still trying to understand what had just happened, instinctively grabbed her waist in reflex. “Oh no!” Misu gasped; her bubbly nature momentarily replaced with panic. She squirmed, trying to escape, which only resulted in her leaving behind her light blue panties in Mark’s grasp as she managed to wiggle out and stand, still flustered. Mark watched in bewilderment as she stood there, his mind racing. “Misu is that your-” he began, but she quickly cut him off, a mix of fluster and defiance in her voice. “Um, I’ll see you later!” she said, darting out of the room. As she was about to leave, Mark called out after her, “Wait! You forgot your panties!” Turning back, she found herself inches away from his face, her heart racing as she snatched them from his hand. Their eyes met for a moment, and an unspoken understanding passed between them-a blend of confusion and camaraderie. Later that evening, as they found themselves in the kitchen rummaging for snacks, Mark broke the ice, a teasing grin curling on his lips. “So, what color was your… private part?” Misu’s cheeks flared a dark red, but she managed to muster a response. “If you must know… Strawberry Pink!” she declared, a smirk dancing on her lips as she finally registered the implications of his question. “Hmm, so what now? Are you planning on eating it?” Mark’s eyes flickered down to her discarded panties, the teasing glint in his gaze both playful and startling. Misu’s heart raced; her mind swirling as she processed his words. “Mark! That’s-” she stammered, the reality of their relationship hitting her with the force of a freight train. But even in her shock, she couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her lips. “Just kidding, Misu!” Mark laughed, his amusement infectious. “Just a joke! You’re safe, I promise!” Relief washed over her like a wave, and soon they both erupted into fits of laughter. The moment had been awkward, yes, but it only strengthened the bond they shared-a unique, unbreakable connection that was laced with playful banter and affectionate teasing. As they settled back to snack on strawberries, the rest of the awkward incident faded into the background, just another quirky moment in the tapestry of their lives. After all, being friends was about embracing the ridiculousness together-and there was no one else she would rather share it with than her friend Mark.

diddy and ditty

Nice

NOICE REHEHEHEH

Bro look kinda devious👁️👄👁️

😂 so good bro

Bruhhhhhhh lol

Ik it’s Meguna I’m just dumb😅😅😅😅😅

so it’s my first video I hope you guys like it 😊