| divorce_your_horse | ||
| god |
be blatant, my tranquilized stallion of lush vivisections. i don't want to read between your foggy lines. be honest, O flaming nacho of the sun! keep it real(,G). 010615 paste! paste! |
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| baby satan |
reminds me of that story about the guy who escaped from prison: once upon a piece of dirt, this bloke had a chair in his cell. he broke it in half, stuck the two halves together, and then he had a whole. so he climbed into it and shouted until he was hoarse. and then he rode away on it. the end. |
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| god |
dude brooooooooocoli. i need to start gambling again on the clitoral addendums of jesus christ. pay-stuh |
021117 |