This is the feeling i and many others who have attended Stranger Con (a salute to the TV series Stranger Things) hosted by Creatiom Entertainment. The side affects are similar to Noah Depression in which the day or soon after the convention you could be crying and wanting to be back at the convention and never EVER leave. You still want to be back in the arms of Millie Bobby Brown and Noah Schnapp. Now all you have to do is count the days in your Instagram Bio until Stranger Con 2019
Friend: hey what’s up?
Me: good, just Post Stranger Con Depression is worse than usual
Wen u bust the fuk outta dat nut, but ya gurl keeps dem tongue swurls up n' runnin. And yo poor-ass DICK simply FATHOM wat is happenin. So ya dum dum nerves send signals of distress to ya noggin an ya start feelin sensitive as FUCK.
Last night after I ejaculated, Samantha kept the succ coming and I came down with Post-Nut-Syndrome. It was torture
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