SKibidi

Oh, Skibidi. How much I've grieved your loss throughout the deep wave pools of social media. Where have you gone? My love, My heart, My soul, Skibidi. What about the children? Our house? The dog? I guess it dosen't really matter though, as you've moved on to a tung tung tung sahur. She's your type, I should've always known. I am nothing compared to the tung tung tung. Skibidi Toilet I will always grieve upon the toilet you once nested on. So have fun with the tung. While I will never be your fanum tax big alpha wolf rizzler. Awoo.