Kintroduction
I identify as a can of Pringles. It is not by choice, but driven by something I feel inside, something I’ve felt since I first connected with Pringles.
To those truscum shitlords who degrade my unapologetic lifestyle, consider this: what are you all, but ingredients, packaged up, with an expiration date? Processed to live longer, flavored to the liking of society?
We are all connected.
lord help this person
Please refrain from judging me….I never chose to identify as such, it’s just how I feel most comfortable.