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Once upon a time there was a little soyteen that wanted to raid some meximutts. He pissed some cartel and got brutally murdered.
The End

once upon a time there was a nigger who asked for a bedtime story

going to bed at 6 is crazy

Once upon a time, there was a little goy who loved to go to bed.

While getting up meant that lots of exciting things might happen, like goyslop for breakfast, or finding a tranny plapping along in the road, or a trip to the park, bedtime always meant that lots of pleasant things certainly would happen.

Bedtime meant a glass of soylent. It meant that another chapter of another exiciting slow burn a24 movie would be watched. It meant that wholseomerino would be played. It meant pajamas and stuffed animals. It meant that all of the exciting things that had happened that day would be recounted. And then, it meant lying in bed for a long, long time, snuggled under the quilts and in pajamas and with stuffed animals. And that meant quiet, and dark, and the perfect time to tell xerself stories. Xhe liked the stories that were read out of books for xer, because from them xhe learned lots of things xhe hadn’t known before. Xhe also liked to have many of the same stories read again and again. But every night Xhe made up new stories for Xerself, and Xhe liked those stories best of all–because they were xer very own.

The little goy grew up, and there was no more soylent at bedtime, no more chapters of spine tingling movies to be watched, and the stuffed animals were replaced by a very snuggly cat named Alicia. Many, many things had changed in the little goy's life, but what never changed was xer love of stories, and xer love of thinking about the kinds of cozy, comfortable things that had filled all the stories xhe used to tell herself, as well as all the stories that were read to xer.

One day, the little goy realized that she could collect all of xer own stories, too. So the little goy started blogposting on soyjak.party, where xhe would write down all of the little fancies and imaginings that it pleased xer to write. The magic of Soyjak.St would list and box them for xer, and tell xer how and where to find them again, when xhe wanted them. It would even let other people list and box them, and tell other people how and where to find them again. And this made the little goy very happy.

The end. Sleep tight Nusoi.

Once upon there was a OP who forgot to close his bedroom room. And now is going to be violently 'aped

>>13927712
video or this didn't happen

>>13927737
AHGGGGGGGH EHLP ME!!!!!!!!

Once upon a time, in a cozy village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, lived a boy named Chud. Chud was known for his fiery temper and quick words, but deep down, he had a kind heart—though sometimes he found it hard to see past his own prejudices.

Chud had a wonderful girlfriend named Troonella. She was smart, brave, and adorable—plus, she was transgender, which made Chud love her even more. But sometimes, Chud felt unsure about the world and worried about what others might say.

One sunny morning, Troonella told Chud about an enchanted map she found in her grandmother’s attic. The map promised to lead to a hidden treasure in the mysterious Whispering Woods, a place full of secrets and magic. Excited, Chud and Troonella decided to go on an adventure to find the treasure together.

As they entered the forest, the trees seemed to whisper secrets, and the air shimmered with magic. Soon, they faced their first challenge: a rickety bridge over a sparkling river. Chud wanted to rush ahead, but Troonella suggested they be careful and work together. They crossed safely, learning that patience and teamwork are more valuable than rushing.

Further into the woods, they met a wise old owl who asked them to solve a riddle. Chud, frustrated at first, took a deep breath and listened carefully. Troonella helped him think, and together they cracked the riddle, earning the owl’s blessing.

Finally, they reached the spot marked on the enchanted map. Instead of gold or jewels, they found a glowing crystal that radiated warmth and kindness. The crystal told them that true treasure was understanding and acceptance.

Chud looked at Troonella and realized something important: everyone is different, and that’s what makes the world beautiful. He remembered his quick temper and prejudices, and he promised himself to be more open-minded and kind.

From that day on, Chud and Troonella’s love and friendship grew stronger. They learned that adventures are not just about finding treasures, but about discovering the true treasures within ourselves—compassion, acceptance, and love.

And so, Chud and Troonella returned to their village, happier and wiser than ever, ready to share their story and inspire others to see the world with open hearts.

The End.