sleepiest queer in vol'dun 🦊💤

hi, as you can see above, i have just written "im at the gay ihop" which i thought was funny enough to post. i am not at a gay ihop, im not even at a straight ihop. a lot of the time people tell me they are quite confused by my posts, they wonder why i say these things and how i came to think to say them. i was staring into space for 30 seconds, thinking of nothing, when the word cockwaffle arose from the aether of my mind, and without anything better to do i decided to interrogate that thought, starting with a basic question: where do cock waffles come from? my answer arrived to me immediately in the form of "gay ihop"; feeling no need to inquire further, as i was happy enough to imagine gay ihop serving cockwaffles, i fell prey to my own lost horrible affliction: my mark of the poster. i became cursed to bear this mark in 2020, when i was stabbed several times with spirit blades by shadow marauders and left in a ditch to die a psychic death. this is when the witch found me, and offered me a bargain i could hardly refuse, because my life was withering and my brain was severely damaged by the aforementioned blades: i would bear the posters mark, to be consumed by it and warped into a horrible unrecognizable creature or i could die there. as u can tell, i am not dead in a ditch and i also already told u about my mark of the poster, so u can guess how that went. anyway, the mark is making me post "i am at the gay ihop", its basically entirely out of my control. imagine i look like sasuke uchiha covered almost entirely in his curse mark but im gum and its making my post instead of allowing me to use evil dark chidori