>i wake up for another sing-songy sunshiney funday
>i stretch and yawn as I rip my daily wakey gas, the feeling of liquid splattering against my Magic School Bus jammies makes me proud
>i haul myself out of bed, kissing my Rei Ayanami body pillow good morning, only for my legs buckle out from under my generous frame
>oh well! I guess I'll have to be a Roly Poly from now on
>i roll over to my GBP chart and check it
>I've saved up a whole 5 GBP! That's a new record I'm SURE mummy will be proud of!
>i roll down the stairs to see what mumsy is up to this wonderful morning
>i slip and crack my nose against the stairpost
>mumma gets up shocked, "user are you okay?!"
>i'm bleeding from my nose and it has a weird shape, but I don't care, "mummy mummy, where's the yummy chickie tendies for my tummy?"
>"what?"
>i lift my shirt and begin slapping my tummy like a bongo "your precious little angel has saved five GBP, make some chickie tendies, and make them all for me!"
>"user, you know the price for a tendie meal is 20 Good Boy Points. And after the Legoland incident you should be grateful that you still have 5 left."
>i freeze. This BITCH, has the fucking GALL, to deprive me of my well deserved poultry cutlets.
>i sit up and begin slamming my feet on the floor angrily and punching my head
>"YOUR SPECIAL LITTLE BOY HAS BEEN GOOD FOR FAR TOO LONG, TENDIES NOW YOU BITCH OR I SHALL DO YOU WRONG"
>she closes her eyes, "user, please calm down..."
>i begin screaming and simultaneously poopooing and peepeeing my pants, but my engine has been burned out and I curl up in my own waste, peacefully sleeping
>i wake up clean and tethered to my bed, a plate of yummy tendies on my tummy with a note from mama jama saying she's sorry for being so harsh and that she's proud of me for being such a good boy
Being a bad boy has its perks, but nothing beats the satisfaction of being mummy's good little boy!
I wake up for another sing-songy sunshiney funday
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You are cancer for even taking the time to type this out.
Enjoying summer friend?
I'm not sure who I feel sorrier for - you or your mother.
kys, just die
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Pity the autist, feel horrible for the mother.
Shit compared to the original. You butchered it faggot. You'll never be the real OP.
Oh the irony of that statement.
At least try not to go full fucking retard.
Look at you!
OP i diagnose you with ADHD syndrome, Now go to Dr. Hitler and tell him you are a jew.
>Nugget Shaped Breaded White Chicken Patties
Those aren't tendies. The bitch tricked you.
>mfw mummy tied the price for tendies to crude oil prices
>one tendie is currently at 14 gbp, and prices will rise even more soon
>why live?
How do other good boys cope with the economy in these trying times? Should I be more good? I don't want to empty my pee pee jars.
This didn't piss me off like most autism, it made me really sad for some weird reason. Like I feel... a weird depression. Strange. I think it's because you called them chickie tendies.
Get a life or KYS man child
Eat out your moms pussy for maximum gbp
Holy shit it's fucking summer up in hurr
I'd say - for me at least - it's the self-harming and restraint thing, which is so very much real:
>growing older
>milfymommy wont let me sucky on her milky anymore, says big boys are not supposed to do that
>This wont stand
>if I have to choose between being a big boy and being around mommy milkbags then I'll just be a little boy forever
>Parents wonder whats wrong with me
>Get taken to doctors who diagnose me with autism
>10 years later the ruse still continues
>Still mommys little boy
>Still get to squeeze up against mommys boobies when being a bad boy
>top comment
>"there is no proof autism is genetic"
Normies are completely delusional.
11/10 GBP story, good job. I'd share you some of my GBP but I'm saving mine up for grocery day
>at the store
>so exited because i racked up a whopping 10 GBP for returning all my mummys panties
>mummy is texting new daddy Chad
>smiles and puts this green bottle inside the cart
>w-wait, theres less room for my tendies
>rip cart from mummy
>she sprains her ankle and hits her chin on the Kroger floor
>I sprint and slide in my red onesie (with buttflap) into the tendies isle, while shitting.
>pour bags upon bags of succulent tendies into the cart.
>mummy shows up, limping towards me, bloody face.
>scares me
>i filng open the freezer door
>probably cracks her forehead
>put some frozen tendies on it.
>because im a good boy
>too hungry so i start eating the frozen tendies
>still good
>an hour later mummy wakes up
>looks really mad
>i get scared
>try and run away
>slip in my own shit
>get a HUGE boo boo on my knee
>scream and cry until mummy carries me back to the car.
>driving home
>still bawling
>dont stop crying until she cooks me more tendies.
mfw she forgot to reset my GBP
So what do you guys ask your mummy to pair your tendies with?
I always ask for arbys curly fries.
It was my 28th birthday so i got a free bag!