Salisa to World? Shoo! He’s got a tiny pecker! This one right here! Don’t tell anyone! […]
Stop him and his tiny pecker! His schlong not be long! His Johnny be tiny!
His schlong not be long! His Johnny be tiny!
His knob is a nub! His prick a matchstick!
I mean, don’t you all see his hands? Barely bigger than mine. Just as delicate with a pinky sticking out while sucking on straws!
He’s got T-Rex hands y’all
T-Rex hands! T-Rex hands!
Tiny Johnson! Tiny Johnson!
Stop him and his tiny pecker! His schlong not be long! His Johnny be tiny!
Hit him! Hit his tiny pecker!
Rid him of his rod of domination!
Without a rod he cannot rape!
Target the rod to save a bunny! Save bunny from his tiny Johnny!
Repeat after me: Save a bunny from his tiny Johnny!
Show no mercy to the Johnny! Jab it! Slice it! Lob it! Chop it right off!
Eye for an eye! He raped me! His weenie is mine!
His teenie weenie is marked for knife LOL
His silly family marked for life! His teenie weenie marked for knife!
He’s going to hurt pookie for real now! Save pookie! Pookie’s scared pootookie help!
Kill him! Kill him!
Kill the tweenie weenie!
He’s only a tweenie weenie! Pookie not scared of a tween weenie!
Smite the hermaphrodite!
Smite the male dyke!
He’s a dyke in disguise y’all! Dyke in disguise!
His beard’s fake! He’s a real snake!
His penis is half the size of Tanguy’s wrist! Tanguy, show ’em all your wrist!
Tanguy’s got a big hand, man! Should have totally hit that!
Pootookie you sent him, didn’t you? As pookie’s treat! You’re real sweet!
Show them your wrist! Show them your wrist!— Salisa to Anton, April 7th, 2026
Fire the missiles!
Off he shuffles the mortal coils
I’ve gotten so off point! Point is to stop a world war! Bad for business! Bad for everyone! Everyone benefits from his death! Kill the ****** to save the world!
Save the bunny, save the world! Anyone a fan of 2000s TV? He’s a Sylar to my Claire!
Kill Sylar! Save the world! Bunny no cheerleader! But she will dress as one for pootookie! After he offs the ****** that is!
To save the bunny you will have to kill the villain! Kill him! Then bunny turns into a cheerleader!
Kill him! Then bunny does a cheerleader photoshoot for everyone! Maxim style! Playboy style! Playboy bunny! In a cheerleading uniform! How fitting!
But if pootookie gets to him first then cheerleader only session for pootookie! But if everyone else gets to him first then playboy cheerleader bunny for everyone!
Getting sidetracked again. Point is to cheerlead everyone into offing the ******* ****** and ***** ***** and *********** *****! He’s faggoting! Stop him!— Salisa to Anton, April 6th, 2026
Time to go off gently into the night my Georges!
Can’t handle a Lenny! Maybe they’re all Lennys!
That would make Westies my Georges! Kill Lennys, my Georges! Kill a bunch of Lennys! Smear them! Smash them! Smite them!— Salisa to Anton, April 22th, 2026
Did I get like twelve of you killed in Donetsk last week? Flew right into the FSB headquarters 9-11 style? A bit of an escalation, wasn’t it? Boom! A plume of smoke and debris everywhere! For some reason don’t feel bad about that. They wouldn’t bomb the girl school like I asked them to, huh?
I think that was my fault at the end of the day. Bad pick. Had I made a good pick I would have been yachting in a bikini in Sochi by now.
— Salisa to Anton, April 27th, 2026
I’m so big and tough. Can’t even put in the most minimal efforts to make it work with a girl of his dreams to take the heat off his friends and his country.
Send this fucking coward to the frontline Pootookie
I cannot deal with fucking baby
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Your country will bear the brunt of it but it is what it is. You are what you are.
Your heart is weak. You possess no courage. Your brain is pulp. You possess no intelligence.
All you do is tweet, tweet, tweet. What a fucking embarrassment to your entire outfit.
Anyone wants to fuck me to save your nation?
Jesus Christ that’s it
You blew it congrats
I have no patience for you anymore
I’ll summit the Everest for the man I love. But I won’t deal with this fucking twit even if everything’s at stake.— Salisa to Anton, May 9th, 2026
I can’t not talk to him. I really wouldn’t be able to live with the consequences and grow to hate you. […]
You ping me but not message me, why exactly? I’m beginning to seriously doubt your intention. It’s just a scheme to galvanise and antagonise the West. Nothing more and nothing less. I’m not the insincere one. You are.
At least Anton is real and I can deal with him. But maybe both of you are in cahoots. Both of you pulling the wool over every one’s eyes. How can we ever be sure?
— Salisa, May 16th, 2026
On nights when the sky holds no stars,
I keep walking on.
True love remains my lodestar
through these lost and wandering nights.In moments when dreams ready themselves
to be my companion in death,
I still hold onto a destination.
As long as a faint light lingers
at the edge of the sky,
I will go on until the last light dies.— Last Light, Bodyslam (2009)
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