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3:52 *silently raises hand*

1:36 this made me laugh way too much

i got so scared i farted

Oh ok

🍷

7:22

One time I told my best friends lil sis to go grab me some wires and what actually did it. Also Yang's "F*CK YOU" was too real-

I vote Pillow, Fucking sore loser

i vote for teapotty because the name makes NO SENSE.. u are a tea CUP GRRRRR I VOTE YOU!!!!!!!!

i vot emiy

teapotty my vote is for you

thats what u get money 0:35

I HATE YOU MONEY

IS THIS REAL

My favorite character is I love sister tho she SO CUTEE

Dontcha know? People like demons and inter galactic gods now

Just gonna ignore the fact that I simp for Jax, Glamrock Freddy and Bluey’s dad… haha I’m almost an adult

BRO is Z-E-S-T-Y 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

I want him 😅😅to

For people who aren't in the loop There once was a clock, not just any clock, but the Red Clock. Its deep crimson enamel shone with brilliance, and its golden hands moved with unmatched precision. It wasn’t just a timekeeper; it was a symbol of mastery, pride, and tradition. Placed on the workshop’s most esteemed shelf, it was admired by all the other clocks, from the grand pendulum clocks to the tiniest wristwatches. The Red Clock was revered as the pinnacle of craftsmanship, the result of decades of dedication and ingenuity by the workshop’s finest artisans. But the Red Clock wasn’t just a masterpiece-it was also a parent. It had a son, a simpler creation known as the Brown Clock. Unlike its polished, regal parent, the Brown Clock was humble, with a slightly crooked frame and a plain, unassuming face. It had none of the flair or the presence of its parent, and it knew it. The Red Clock loved its son in its own way, but that love came with expectations. It wanted the Brown Clock to carry on its legacy of excellence, to be sharp, precise, and flawless. The Red Clock often lectured its son, ticking with a steady authority: "You must strive for perfection. Anything less, and you will fade into obscurity." The Brown Clock tried to live up to these expectations, but no matter how much it ticked and tocked, it could never match the brilliance of its parent. Its crooked frame made its ticking uneven, and its plain design left it unnoticed on the workshop shelf. The other clocks didn’t mock it, but they didn’t admire it either. They simply… ignored it. Over time, the Brown Clock’s admiration for its parent turned into something darker. Resentment grew like rust, eating away at the Brown Clock’s heart. It felt suffocated by the Red Clock’s shadow, the constant comparisons, and the unreachable standards. The once-loving bond between parent and child grew tense and strained, their ticks no longer in harmony. One fateful day, the Brown Clock could no longer hold back its frustration. The confrontation was inevitable, like the striking of a bell marking the hour. The Brown Clock accused the Red Clock of caring more about perfection than about its child. "You never saw me for who I am! All you wanted was another you!" it cried. The Red Clock, taken aback, tried to defend itself. "I only wanted the best for you. I wanted you to be great!" But the Brown Clock had heard enough. In a moment of anger, it lashed out-physically and metaphorically. It struck the Red Clock with a force that sent it tumbling off its esteemed perch. The proud red enamel cracked, its golden hands bent, and its mechanism warped. The fall transformed the once-glorious Red Clock into a battered, broken shell of its former self. As the dust settled, the workshop fell silent. The Brown Clock stared at what it had done, its anger replaced by an overwhelming sense of guilt and sorrow. It hadn’t just broken the Red Clock-it had destroyed the very connection they once shared. The Red Clock, now irreparably damaged, was no longer the vibrant symbol of perfection it had once been. Its bright red finish faded into a dull, tarnished brown, and its ticks grew uneven and faint. In a cruel twist of fate, the Red Clock now resembled its son, a bent and muted shadow of its former self. The Brown Clock tried to fix what it had broken, but the damage was too great. The Red Clock couldn’t be restored to its former glory. Instead, the two clocks were left side by side, their ticks out of sync but forever connected by the tragedy of what had happened. Now, the Bent Brown Clock remains a haunting reminder of the dangers of unreachable expectations, broken communication, and unresolved resentment. It ticks away, carrying the weight of its actions and the echoes of a relationship that could have been so much more. Could their story have ended differently? Could they have found common ground before everything fell apart? It’s a question only time-ironically-can answer.

what a baddie

The fact i remember my younger self had a crush on dawko js making me imagine my younger self the da man. Please help meh.

Me *simps for mufasa😭*

what is this creature

Bro he's so cute 😍😍😍

valid

What did I just watch?😢

i just finished crying over the ending and this is what i see on my recommended right after

What the fck is wrong this generation 💀

As a 13 year old, I WANTED to sleep 👺

wtf is this

obcd ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

So true (But with my unhealthy obsession with Fan and Yin Yang)

yeah

I fear I don't hear you out

Nah nah you good

NAH CUZ U CRAZY FOR THAT ( not trying to hate)

Hear em out but- mama coco

Bro thanks for the 💋

💜 Your weird af

no replays gojo on it

what is this dawg

UM WHAT-SORRY BUT WOULD NOT AGREE... Unless....its ma fav food

Laughing my ass off to the comments under this video 😭 great art but no i will not be hearing you out

I’m not attracted to humans or animals I’m attracted to sleeping

I'll hear you out on this one

Me: **simps for animated tree** (we got the whole bfdi community spawned, tree simps barking, and IT'S THE ACCENT OKKKKK)

I understand being desperate

this sucks

I vote dolpin