A weeaboo tale from my man Kodak, represent G i trmmed it so fucking small.
My life had no purpose and I would often push myself to heart failure. Filled with rage, i flipped the entire county upside down looking for the man, my feelings getting the best of me. Finally, five hours later I found the cunt. I walked out, gun in hand and approached the man. I spoke with him and fired in his direction, what I did not realize was that Ariana was watching me and that the MP5 knocked me back on the ground, making me miss my shot,
The cunt ran off, Ariana too. I knew that this was the end.
Sirens wailed in the distance, giving me a scare, making me shaky. I positioned the barrel to my mouth and fired, the bullet going through my right cheek, however the pain was enough to knock me out.
Dreaming about an alternative reality where I was the one on top was clearly just a dream amd I knew it. I was in a coma due to being dropped by the reckless EMTs.
After the realization, my bootcamp duties were releived, and I was a free man. I am now paying in my bed, crying myself to sleep because I know I cannot win her back, the man she is with must be super rich, I am here sleeping in an alleyway near my house because my mother does not want to see me anymore, ever. I figured my chances are zero, I should give up. But that was never an option I would consider, ever. And so my last chance started, I was ready to be a man and give a pause to my feelings, Ariana, here I come~.

I detest listening to da miscellaneous "tail tales" of da various puffed-ego human stallions who gather at Duffy's Tavern... I mean, yeah, sure --- so maybe those hot chicks **did indeed** spread their legs for those virile crotch-cravers on those particular occasions, but what about any word of actual long-term friendships or relationships with said ladies??? Didn't those guys have any more respect or appreciation for these "willing" women beyond just their allowing said bush-hungry dudes to get in their pants??? I would rather take da time and effort to cause a gal to like and respect me as being a nice kind-hearted guy whom she'd actually **enjoy** lovingly cuddling up to and having sex wif, not just perform da simple ol' "wham, bam, thank you, Ma'am" routine wif her and then scuttle off again!

Tale is used in the name situasion

Mange vil dø, men Tale lever alltid

“Oh how sweet of Tale!” Or “Ahhrg, Tale!!!”

He listened respectfully at first, filled with compassion, tears forming in his eyes as she narrated having been abandoned as an infant, left in a dumpster high in the Sierra-Nevadas, rescued by dumpster-diving circus riders who put her, untethered, on the back of a jumping stallion every night till she was sixteen. Years later, escaping one night off the coast of San Diego she waded into the ocean, hoping to end it all, only to be netted by Tijuana shrimp fishermen who forced her to peel shrimp for years in a rickety boat, the best life she's ever known, before falling overboard in a hurricane and washing ashore in San Francisco at the precise moment an 7.4 earthquake hit. How she got to the Greyhound station in Sparks she was still unclear, and could he spare a hundred bucks to help her find her rightful family, whom, she believed, might at this moment be remorsefully searching for her on the outskirts of Death Valley. By now dry-eyed and stone-hearted, he reached into his wallet for a five, which he slipped into the outer pocket of her spangled handbag and, not looking back, hopped quickly onto his bus while she prattled on with her Tale of Whoa!

He tale regaled me the greatest story I have ever heard.