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He sits, caressing his nether regions as he waits for pokimane to start stream. Suddenly a tweet from pokimane, "Hello guys! Stream starting in an hour, see you then :)".
He starts getting excited and screams "MOM, hurry up with my tendies I need to eat before stream", but his mother never comes down into the basement. She has long since given up hope on her son.
An hour later he watches, panting, as pokimane starts streaming. He picks up his mothers credit card and sends a donation, "Hello Beautiful :)".
He waits. No answer. His face gets more and more red as the minutes pass.
"Did you not get my donation beautiful?"
No answer.
No answer.
"Wtf ♥♥♥♥♥ why are you not responding ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ slut"
He gets banned for an hour. During this hour his rage slowly builds into a feverish frenzy. The instant he gets unbanned he enters stream.
"Hello Beautiful :) Could I buy some of your heavenly foot sweat :) I only want for research purposes :)"
Permabanned once again. He sighs and looks at the noose hanging by his wardrobe. Tomorrow will be better he mutters as he lies down next to his pokimane body pillow, unsatisfied once again. She just doesn't know I'm a good guy yet.I'll spend more on my queen tomorrow.
I practice driving my future daughters to school and play highlights of pokimanes best laughs over the years. Sometimes we even have to pull over because we start crying from how much we love her. I hold my imaginary daughters and i howl. i howl and cry and rage into the steering wheel about how special she is, and how the world just cant understand.
Thank you Pokimane.
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