Next time you're at the grocery store, try showing a woman your nuts. Be confident, unafraid of the LIES -- you might get a girlfriend. Women like confidence. Women don't like dudes who cover their nuts in fear. What are you afraid of? Getting arrested? Grow up
Hear me out. Lady Gaga. First off, being a Lady? Instantly suspicious. Lady = female = fem = feminism = ballsackism = Satanism = Illuminati. This is just simple algebra. Second of all, Gaga? Gag-A? Indeed, it seems like Lady Gaga’s name alone really just means Feminismsists use the FIRST (A?) Gag to 1984 oppress suppress the white men christians. Truly - we live in the end times.
That’s not the end of the damning evidence. Lady Gaga’s real name is Stefani Joanne Angelina. Stefani? It’s awfully similar to the name Stevonnie, the Satanist transgener god-killing monster in the Gay Satan show Steven Universe. And the last name… Angelina? She’s comparing herself to an angel! Despicable. The Bible warned us about this.
Let’s go deeper down the rabbit hole. Lady Gaga’s mother is named Cynthia Germanotta. Firstly, Germanotta begins with the word German. German is not America, thus Satanism. Cynthia is the same name as the semen Pikamon monster Champion (god-compareor) Cynthia in that evil game Pearl. Cynthia, in the evil Pearl game, has many satan pokemon. She has the evil furry Luke Ario and the demon spawn Spiri Tomeb on her team! Worse yet, one of her Evil Pikachu is Mi Lo Tick! “Mi”, the same pronunciation as “Me”. Self-Centered Satanists are everywhere these days. Trust nobody - only have the kids watch Caleb & Sophia.
Even deeper, March 28, 1986 (age 35) was the date of this monster Lady Gagging’s birth. 1986 is very close to 1984 - her and the rest of the Satanic Illuminati’s plan! She was born in New York City. New York City is “New”, hm? New implies newer than the old, and the Bible is old. New York City is clearly trying to usher in a new Satanist generation and kick out all of the good Christians.
Lady Gaga’s sister is named Natali Veronica Germanotta. The Satanist, God-Hating Germanotta name is back. Despicable. Moreover, if you look at Natali in the lens of the evil Pikachu game, you get the character Natalie. In the evil Pikamons anime, Natalie (satanist) befriends a Low Tad. What is a LowTad? It’s meant to be a “water weed Pikachu.” It “evolves” (Hardcore extreme demonsatan-worshipping Satanism) Ludie Colo. Ludie Colo is… get this… a Mexican. They’re shoving anti-American ideals down our throats! This is evil. If you look at the Pikachuminis name Veronica, you get Veronica Taylor (demonist), who voiced Ash Ketchup in the brainwashing! Horrid! What an absolute demon to give her god-given vocal semens over to Satans!
Back to Satan Gagger herself, according to Wakey Pedoa (pedophile satan site), she studied at Collaborative Arts Project 21. 21, as we all know, is the equivalent of 10 and 9. Subtract 9 from 10, and you get 1. One… one PERSON! This is Pride, one of the seven deadly sins, and it is completely ungodly. It also says she worked for Sony/ATV Music Publishing, as a song righter. Notice anything? Sony? Son Y? Indeed, they’re questioning Jesus by asking “Why” to the Son! These are satanists of the most vile kind. We truly need our sins to be washed away by Jesus’s semen in this trying time. May the Lord have macy’s on these sinnirs.
If you go to ladygaga.com, you see this “Woman” (satanist subhuman) advertising her Demon Rock & Roll musick; Love for Sale. Love for Sale is alluding to Prostituion, which the bibel strictly forbids. She’s not even hiding that she’s a satan demon! Despicable. Moreover, vegas.ladygaga.com contains an image of Lady Gaga in black and white! She hates the god-given colors of the world and wants to get rid of them so badly! Too bad, Ligma Galls, because God is above you!!!!!!!
In the vast expanse of the boundless sea, A krill danced, dreaming of what could be. Amidst the shimmering waves, so grand and blue, This tiny creature yearned for a different view.
"One in a krillion," he whispered with a sigh, "I long to stand out, to paint the sky. To break free from this ocean's endless sway, And discover a path that's uniquely my own way."
With determination strong and heart held high, The krill embarked on a journey, to touch the sky. He swam against the current, defying the norm, Seeking a destiny, bright and warm.
Through bustling swarms, he ventured alone, His dreams like stars, brightly shone. He dared to be different, to take a chance, To weave a tale of his own existence's dance.
Amidst the ocean's wonders, he explored far and wide, From coral reefs to the moon's tranquil tide. He met creatures strange and creatures rare, But still, in his heart, he sensed a missing flair.
Through trials and tribulations, he swam and he searched, For a voice within, a uniqueness to be birthed. He listened to the whales' melodic tune, And the whispered secrets of the silver moon.
In the twilight's embrace, he found solace and peace, As he pondered on his purpose, seeking release. He realized then, in a moment so sublime, That being truly unique was in the essence of time.
For every krill, in the ocean's grand design, Had a story, a purpose, so divine. In the symphony of life, he played his part, A thread in the tapestry, a work of art.
"One in a krillion," he said with a smile, "Is not about standing out in a flashy style. It's embracing the beauty of who we all are, And letting our light shine, like a distant star."
And so, the krill returned to the boundless sea, No longer seeking a path that was meant to be. For he knew, deep within, as he danced and twirled, That his uniqueness was simply being part of the world.
In the ocean's embrace, he found his delight, As he swam alongside others, united, in the moon's soft light. For though he was small, in this vast, infinite sea, He knew he was one in a krillion, and that was enough to be free.
that always would just be an annoying ass "DONT FORGET TO EAT YOUR VEGGIES. ANIMALS ARE BAD" type of bitch. I made a two small cakes consisting of candy blood, Almond cake, thinly sliced edible Easter grass, two black jelly beans, hardened chocolate over caramel and a little help from my mother with edible dyes and made a realistic sized baby chick cake... Brought it to school one day and sat right across from her. I ATE THE FUCK OUT OF THAT CHICKEN AS THE HARD CHOCOLATE SOUNDED LIKE BONES BREAKING AND THE FUCKING CANDY BLOOD GUSHED TF OUT... She was traumatized so badly by it she had to move schools and I was questioned by teachers about eating a live animal in front of a girl but I took the other cake out of my lunchbox and said cake and I showed them it was cake lmao and got suspended. Haven't gone to that school for a few months now and am homeschooled lmao.
I never thought I would be writing this, but alas, here I am. This year, due to a combination of social events, lessening depression, and other external factors, I took a break from Tengaged that lasted about a year. During that time, I only logged in once or twice to view my mails or look at the blogs, but for the most part, I stopped using my laptop for nearly everything besides the bit of DJing I did for friends; simply put, I closed my laptop and got a life. It was one of the worst decisions I've ever made.
The world outside of Tengaged is boring. Tengaged is an everlasting whirlwind that can engross people for hours. Conversely, the real world offers little but measly social interactions with friends and the all too depressing world of politics. The year of my life that I spent without this game was the loneliest, most boring year of my life. Due to having absolutely nothing to do, I came so far as to begin reading books! Despite gaining slightly better grades in my school subjects and gaining a few more friends, it was a very regrettable experience.
Leaving this utopia of fun even affected my physically. I found myself unable to sleep at night, and my face began sprouting acne due to the first ever use of my sweat glands. The outside air exposed me to diseases such as influenza that never would have breached the filtered, incense scented air of my computer room. Even my problem solving skills were dulled; I was unable to use admin commands on my property or regenerate my parents' car after being involved in a collision. The change was unbearable, thus my return to Roblox today.
To anyone who is thinking about quitting Tengaged: don't even try. This website has already implanted a chunk of itself into your heart in your brain, and much like detoxing, you'll crave this website every minute of your life. I had to learn this the hard way. Now that I know, every minute of my idle time will be entertaining myself with this game. No more do I have to worry about President Trump or Flint or Syria. It's good to be back.
