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You got three hours before my body is cold. Happy birthday son.
It is racist bullshit in my opinion. Created by racists, with the intention to create a wedge between people.
All this reminds me of is the person who's job it is to take the corpse off of the killing platform after they have been killed. As the limp body...
It isn't crunk if you are just always drunk, son.
Just like everything any human has ever done.
One time I was shit-faced and on "something else". I made out with my dog for like five minutes. I fed him a treat to make him come over to me.
Peanut butter and jaaaaaaam.
Don't set your alarm clock?
I'll stick to the good old standard. The Rim Job.
A mouth is a mouth son. Remember that.
Moonshine? Hell. I will stick with a nice Sioux City sarsaparilla any day.
I put the feel yah in necrophilia. But they will never notice.
I donated an organ to your mother last night, Trebec.
Opratic by voice, A fanatic by choice, aromatic is the flower. She. Must. Be. Moist.
Best be chillin to some Chilli Peppers, son.
Ass to mouth, son. Ass to mouth.
Baby needs to get it's act together. And GET A JOB. Nobody gets tasered when working.
^ This is Ts ^
I can't see another human without my mind envisioning their lower abdomen being translucent and seeing their shit. Consider yourself lucky,...
Is there any proof that you exist, Ts?