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you son of a bitch
- Jan 30, 2025
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Once upon a time, in a world of sigmas and alphas, there lived a man named Andrew Tate. He was known for his esoteric knowledge and brahmin-like wisdom. One day, he received an invitation to a party hosted by the infamous Diddy, a self-proclaimed Aryan and a true mogul.
As Andrew entered the party, he was greeted by a sea of omegas, all trying to impress the alpha, Diddy. But Andrew was not intimidated. He walked up to the DJ booth and shouted, "It's time to skibidie!" The music started, and Andrew began to dance like a monk possessed by the spirit of Buddha.
The crowd went wild as Andrew skibidied across the floor, his feet moving faster than a wolf chasing its prey. Diddy looked on in awe, thinking to himself, "This guy is a true rizzler, a sigma among sigmas."
As the night wore on, Andrew continued to dance, his moves becoming more and more erratic. The crowd cheered him on, chanting "Mog! Mog! Mog!" Diddy, feeling threatened by Andrew's newfound popularity, decided to take matters into his own hands.
He snuck up behind Andrew, trying to catch him off guard. But Andrew was too quick, too sneaky. He spun around, his eyes locked on Diddy, and shouted, "You'll never touch my cake, baddie!" Diddy's hand was mere inches from Andrew's cake, but he was forced to retreat, defeated.
As the night came to a close, Andrew stood victorious, his cake intact. The crowd cheered, hailing him as the true Jesus of the party. And Diddy? He slunk away, plotting his revenge against the sigma who had out-rizzled him.
Tl;Dr
Andrew Tate crashes Diddy's party, skibidies like a monk, and protects his cake from Diddy's grasping hands, earning him sigma/rizzler status. (It did not go sexual)
As Andrew entered the party, he was greeted by a sea of omegas, all trying to impress the alpha, Diddy. But Andrew was not intimidated. He walked up to the DJ booth and shouted, "It's time to skibidie!" The music started, and Andrew began to dance like a monk possessed by the spirit of Buddha.
The crowd went wild as Andrew skibidied across the floor, his feet moving faster than a wolf chasing its prey. Diddy looked on in awe, thinking to himself, "This guy is a true rizzler, a sigma among sigmas."
As the night wore on, Andrew continued to dance, his moves becoming more and more erratic. The crowd cheered him on, chanting "Mog! Mog! Mog!" Diddy, feeling threatened by Andrew's newfound popularity, decided to take matters into his own hands.
He snuck up behind Andrew, trying to catch him off guard. But Andrew was too quick, too sneaky. He spun around, his eyes locked on Diddy, and shouted, "You'll never touch my cake, baddie!" Diddy's hand was mere inches from Andrew's cake, but he was forced to retreat, defeated.
As the night came to a close, Andrew stood victorious, his cake intact. The crowd cheered, hailing him as the true Jesus of the party. And Diddy? He slunk away, plotting his revenge against the sigma who had out-rizzled him.
Tl;Dr
Andrew Tate crashes Diddy's party, skibidies like a monk, and protects his cake from Diddy's grasping hands, earning him sigma/rizzler status. (It did not go sexual)
