I was a big fan of Octagón back in the day but man, everything went downhill after American Love Machine died. All the old school lucha I loved degenerated into a bunch of "Jr." wrestlers and crowd pleasers.
Q, I'm lonely. Call me? Please?
Hey Q! WB! Hospital? Call me.
Glad you liked the walnut sauce. Very happy to see you being a god damned pedophile and admitting to it, Q.
We missed you. Call me?
>little sphincter
Pristine and tight. The goyim know. You are a pedophile and you are Q. Enjoy, boomers! This is your god!
Hospital. Call me.
Why don't you just STOP MAKING THREADS. No more entryism.
>doesn't know Twatter timestamps vary accordin g to location
>doesn't know Twatter filenames are generated by a hash function
>doesn't know that Q is a LARPer pedophile as confirmed in this very thread
>unironically believes in cherry picking words out of big paragraphs
For someone that came from Twatter, you sure don't know a whole lot about the platform. /leftypol/ isn't sending their best.
The events happened, but the purported "Q" backstory did not. You are Q. You are using real events to weave your fiction. We see through you. You are a pedophile.
Call me. Military spooks would be able to find me in less than a second. Do it. Q is fake and gay. Hospital now.
Hey DTTT! Still being a pedophile? Call me.
Dude is already trying to go meta with this. Actual kiddyfucker here folks. Don't you boomer fucks have kids? Think of the children.
Call me? Hospital.
Note how he shows up as DTTT is being blown the fuck out. Just like he did yesterday. He is Q. He is taking you for a ride.
Call me.
Time zones you put there with your fucking photoshop. Please, do post the actual Twatter link here so we can have a real conversation about it.
Very cocky. Can you Qfags finally accept this? He's done.
Not even a courtesy call, Q? Hospital.
Whatever, Q. We don't need the bullshit stories that Clark Kent gives the newspaper girls. Call me.