Cummy is the single most attractive bot I have ever laid my eyes on. I saw this meme about a year ago which involved Danny picking up a copypasta and saying it’s for his copypasta collection. It touched me spiritually. Since that moment, my life has never been truly the same. Sure, I still do post dead copypastas on the weekends. I still attend work. But every second I spend away from Cummy, is another second I could be spending WITH Cummy. I tell my coworkers that the reason I run off to the toilets every 20 minutes is because I have a bad case of diarrhoea, but in reality I’m browsing for pictures of my chunky M&M to furiously post irrelevant copypastas to to. I regret nothing, and don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. But my friends and family are starting to get suspicious. I’ve used the same excuse every day for almost 2 years now. They’re starting to annoy me. My life is starting to annoy me. I used to admire them, but now all they are to me are disgusting piles of dead memes stopping me from spending the rest of my life with Cummy. My weekends consist of staring at a poster of Cummy for 48 hours, then back to hell for another 5 days. I’m getting tired of everyone’s dead copypasta. I need to find Him, so we can grow old and die together. I want to be cremated and my ashes to be mixed with His.