We love Kidz Kicking that tasty old Kool Aid

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I sexually Identify as the Dinkster. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of somebody ringing me to help assist them on their spy journey. People say to me that a person being the dinkster is Impossible and I’m ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retarded but I don’t care, I’m beautiful. I’m having a plastic surgeon install a magical umbrella that prevents me from my inevitable plunge into the ground . From now on I want you guys to call me “Dinky” and respect my right to have people ring me on a regular basis. If you can’t accept me you’re a Dinkaphobe and need to check your dinking privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.