the year is 20XX. the old man strolls to his vintage computer full of dust with a cold look on his eyes.. he flips on the switch and continues wiping the last bit of dust covering his 60hz monitor. recalling the ancient memories he can't stop but smirk a little.. "oh how time flies." he reaches for his old mouse attempting to open the internet browser. the man is put back by how fast the cursor moved, completely missing what he intended to click. he giggles to himself. as he continues down memory lane he felt something cling onto the bottom of his mouse. his eyes lit up by how small a mouse pad could be! "how did i even manage this?" as he continued to ponder about the olden days he hears a woman calling for him, "Honey!! it's time to play the new Guilty Gear game, I've been waiting all day!" the old man gets up and proceeds to leave the room. before he closes the door he turns back one last time, fully acknowledging how quick the days fly by. the end.

the year is 20XX. the old man strolls to his vintage computer full of dust with a cold look on his eyes.. he flips on the switch and continues wiping the last bit of dust covering his 60hz monitor. recalling the ancient memories he can't stop but smirk a little.. "oh how time flies." he reaches for his old mouse attempting to open the internet browser. the man is put back by how fast the cursor moved, completely missing what he intended to click. he giggles to himself. as he continues down memory lane he felt something cling onto the bottom of his mouse. his eyes lit up by how small a mouse pad could be! "how did i even manage this?" as he continued to ponder about the olden days he hears a woman calling for him, "Honey!! it's time to play the new Guilty Gear game, I've been waiting all day!" the old man gets up and proceeds to leave the room. before he closes the door he turns back one last time, fully acknowledging how quick the days fly by. the end.

the year is 20XX. the old man strolls to his vintage computer full of dust with a cold look on his eyes.. he flips on the switch and continues wiping the last bit of dust covering his 60hz monitor. recalling the ancient memories he can't stop but smirk a little.. "oh how time flies." he reaches for his old mouse attempting to open the internet browser. the man is put back by how fast the cursor moved, completely missing what he intended to click. he giggles to himself. as he continues down memory lane he felt something cling onto the bottom of his mouse. his eyes lit up by how small a mouse pad could be! "how did i even manage this?" as he continued to ponder about the olden days he hears a woman calling for him, "Honey!! it's time to play the new Guilty Gear game, I've been waiting all day!" the old man gets up and proceeds to leave the room. before he closes the door he turns back one last time, fully acknowledging how quick the days fly by. the end.

your mums still kinda gay.

your mum still gay.

ur mum gay