TheDudeAbides
Nowhere in the poem does it say he was an egg.
Food for thought, my niggers.
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Nowhere in the poem does it say he was an egg.
Food for thought, my niggers.
So I'd then be a foul mouthed young wise ass dyslexic with asperger syndrome. Been there....done that.
what an avalanche of hot vapid shit these past few weeks... you need a comment bomb but i need a nap
All the kings horses and all the king's men, didn't really give a shit. They said it wasn't their job.
His shirt made me think his way. By the way, speaking of shirts. That working finger still can work. We can be like no other interweb site to brandish our mark. We are all old, fat. LRG, XL, XXL, Barret. Got my $ 20 for one.
nice bedtime story