NEVER USE THE KEVIN SPENCER PHONE
if you are watching this, i have killed myself already. I am a black hood nigga from atlanta, my story started when i was robbing this odd looking peruvian shitskin in the streets, he had no money or anything of value, with the exception of one thing, his phone. It didnt look like any phone, it was like an old retro y2k laincore flip phone, it was decorated with lgbt kandi bracelets, all pride flag themed with the exception of one which was orange and black and had beads spelling out "kevin". This nigga aint got nothing on him, i thought, but i took the phone with me anyways as maybe i could sell it to some of them trans folk for a couple of shekels. When i arrived to my crib, i decided to turn it on, the screen lit up, the words "KEVIN SPENCER DROID MOBILE STARTING UP" showing up, the first thing i saw once the phone turned on was an odd drawing of a boy in a black cap and an orange jacket, i decided to check the gallery to see if this nigga had a house with valuables i could rob, however what i found was much more disturbing. Hundreds, possibly thousands of pictures of child pornography filled the screen, it was the most sickening thing i have ever seen. I immediately closed the gallery, and as soon as i did, i got a discord notification. I clicked on the discord, i was pinged in a server called "Kevin spencercord", there were pooners everywhere, of all ages disturbingly enough. I could smell the scent of their rotting fake penises made out of the skin they ripped off from their boobs through the screen. The server was filled to the brim with shota porn of all kinds, including scat, rape, incest, amputations, and much much more. I got pinged by user "adamlanzakinnie", the message read "oye ese, is we gonna groom kiddos on tiktok or twitter this time?" i decided to ignore the message, but then i got pinged again. "Ese, remember i am a part of the 4chan hacker group, and if you dont help me extort this kid im gonna track you down and get all my jeets to sodomize your hole on camera so i can put kevin spencer on top of it so i can goon". these niggas be wilding, i thought, and decided not to pay attention to it, i was getting a call from that sissy who lets me fuck his wife from my actual phone, so i left the kevin spencer phone aside. White boy asked me if he could have more time to play on his nintendo switch 2, to which i said yes as i was feeling generous today, until the kevin spencer phone started beeping loudly, suddenly, i heard giant thumps come from the outside, the floors shaking after each one, i checked outside my window, and i saw it. it was a gigantic fat morbidly obese brown pooner, leaving a trail of disgusting big brown caca and period blood in its path, her tits were mangled, you could maggots feeding off the rotting skin, her flaccid neo penis crashed against buildings every step she took, and the smell, oh sky daddy the smell, i felt like i was gonna pass out. All my niggas started shooting at it, however it was futile as the bullets softly landed at her disgusting mass. She grabbed me immediately, i was so close to the stench i passed out. by the time i woke up, i was in an alleyway in canada, no pants, bleeding out my anus, surrounded by stinky stinky pajeets. Each indian had taken turns penetrating my asshole, there was one among the crowd that stood out, it was him, the kevin spencer pedonigger, he stepped forward, the jeets immediately fell in silence as he spoke. "Why you no like my kevin spencer goon gemmies?" He said. I told him im not a pedophile nigga, to which he responded. "Ayayay we got a pedophobe over here", all the jeets started laughing, i couldnt do anything as the sharp pain in my rectum was crippling my ability to move. The kevin spencer pedonigger bashed my head against the wall, to which i became unconscious once again, this time i woke up at a strip club, there were no canadians there despite being in canada, only jeets. My new name became crystal, and i was forced to work as a sissy prostitute, they cut off my bbc and used it as a dildo. As i am writing this, i am holding a gun towards my head, trying to shoot the jeets and pooners is futile, as theyre all so obese their fat just softens the bullets impact. This is my last message, never use the kevin spencer phone, you will regret it. Goodbye.