I admire your dedication, Son of the SouthNever ever
Looks like a Termite with a big hat instead of small.
I got your speech prepared.Yes obviously.
The cries for me to run are overwhelming. I hear them in my sleep. I see them in my dreams.
Still.
Never ever gonna happen.
Sorry to disappoint.
Bruh, no one drives the Rickshaw. It's like a tornado, and we jsut stand inside of it, wondering where we'll go next.Friends, Romans, Northerners; Lend me your ears. Today I, hodj, Driver of The Rickshaw and Shitlord Supreme, come to you not with a demand, nor with a dictate, nay, but rather, a simple request! A request that you lay your trust in my hands to guide the prow of this, our favored shitposting ship, to fresh waters full of tranny pics and red pills! In turn, I, the greatest influencer this community has ever known, shall wield my power with reason and restraint, such that our glorious Republic shall thrive, rather than diminish. Together, we shall secure the existence of our people and a future forwhitetrex's children.
Bruh, no one drives the Rickshaw. It's like a tardnado, and we jsut stand inside of it, wondering where we'll go next.
Bruh, no one drives the Rickshaw. It's like a tornado, and we jsut stand inside of it, wondering where we'll go next.