Rejected-Pkmn-Club

After a long and hard day of shitposting on tumblr about how much he wanted Serperiors to choke him to death, the black-haired sixteen-year-old boy smiled as he closed Firefox and saw his background, a picture of an anthro serperior he had commissioned. “Nice.” He said, ogling her fine curvature and choice in wardrobe for a few moments before turning off his computer. “Some day...” He whispered, stroking the screen as his background faded away. It was saturday, and Josh Wilde felt like resting up for another long day of nothing tomorrow. Minnesota was such a lame state. Maybe he'd get in a fight with some brony that t