I know this might seem stupid to some of you but I just wanted to make a thread reinforcing the fact that I'm not gay.I'm not sure why but I feel compelled to post this.
I can remember my past lives
I remember the selfless love
I remember relinquishing my flesh
I still remember him
I once remembered my past life. to be really honest. I was once a stage coach driver around the 1800s who's only job was to travel from one settlement to another. Didn't really have a family since I was all on my own but the job was nice none the less. I died when my wagon was robbed by a bunch of Smelly Mexican Bandits, one of which shot me right in the head with a cheapo Cattleman Revolver. Now in my current life, I am a fucking shitskin Mexican-American but at least I have parents and grandparents who aren't illegal like some mexifags in this country and I am getting a decent education now. As you can tell, I still have a grunge against those god damn wetback beaner tacos.