wiejak
Everyone knows about the wiejaks in London and Poland. The name is feared. Utter the word and people will be cautious- only the wiejaks will gain power
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Winjaka
A person that you look up to, like an idol. This person may need to be doing good for you to do good. A person who sparked something inside of you. If you care about this person, intimately or not, you want them to be part of your life forever. They inspire you to do better and probably want you to succeed. This person may have very similar attributes to you, such as intelligence level or hobbies. You may interact with this person directly, or you might watch from afar, hopefully not in a stalking manner. The identity of said person can be concealed, teased, or known. This person effortlessly benefits people around them without knowing.
Winjaka by NW-JM_111/10111 March 28, 2022
witjak
the most underrated, sweetest person you’ll meet. their laugh is very contagious and you can’t help but smile. witjak’s have a tough life but always pull through. make sure to check up on ur local witjak tho, they deserve it <3
weejakey
being called a weejakey means that you are a massive simp and you will do anything to find attention where possible
weejakey by CDR TOMMY WLSN July 25, 2020
wifejak
Sigma alpha: I created the first definition of “wifejak” suck my dick bitches
Some gay ass loser: no fair!1!1!!1!!
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Holy Davian Witjaksono
Holy Davian Witjaksono
by Jesus Christ
Davian Witjaksono had always loved cosy Heaven with its bewildered butterflies. It was a place where he felt happy.
He was a holy cocoa drinker with beautiful tail and cute whiskers. His friends saw him as a homeless human. Once, he had even rescued a careful Fabian Witjaksono from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jesus Christ.
Davian gulped. He was not prepared for Jesus.
As Davian stepped outside and Jesus came closer, he could see the strange glint in his eye.
"Look Davian," growled Jesus, with a holy glare that reminded Davian of holy blue bunny. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want believe in Jesus Christ. You owe me 9497 dollars."
Davian looked back, even more Panji and still fingering the holy sausage. "Jesus, sorry Jesus, I love my family," he replied.
They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two talented big-tits bunnies singing at a very holy Birthday and two holy uncles beating to the meat.
Davian regarded Jesus's tail and whiskers. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.
Jesus glared. "Do you want me to shove that holy sausage where the sun don't shine?"
Davian promptly remembered his holy values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his ass. "Here's what I owe you."
Jesus looked wet, his wallet blushing like a tender teapot.
Then Jesus came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.
by Jesus Christ
Davian Witjaksono had always loved cosy Heaven with its bewildered butterflies. It was a place where he felt happy.
He was a holy cocoa drinker with beautiful tail and cute whiskers. His friends saw him as a homeless human. Once, he had even rescued a careful Fabian Witjaksono from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jesus Christ.
Davian gulped. He was not prepared for Jesus.
As Davian stepped outside and Jesus came closer, he could see the strange glint in his eye.
"Look Davian," growled Jesus, with a holy glare that reminded Davian of holy blue bunny. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want believe in Jesus Christ. You owe me 9497 dollars."
Davian looked back, even more Panji and still fingering the holy sausage. "Jesus, sorry Jesus, I love my family," he replied.
They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two talented big-tits bunnies singing at a very holy Birthday and two holy uncles beating to the meat.
Davian regarded Jesus's tail and whiskers. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.
Jesus glared. "Do you want me to shove that holy sausage where the sun don't shine?"
Davian promptly remembered his holy values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his ass. "Here's what I owe you."
Jesus looked wet, his wallet blushing like a tender teapot.
Then Jesus came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.
Holy Davian Witjaksono by Licht#8577 November 23, 2021