AG: I don't see how we're supposed to 8e 8ecoming friends if you recoil from my olive 8ranch like I'm twitching a mummified 8ovine phallus in your direction.
CG: BECOMING FRIENDS, WHAT THE FUCK.
CG: WE WILL NEVER BE FRIENDS, MORON.
AG: Not even h8 friends?
CG: NO. MORE LIKE TWITCHY EYED PROJECTILE VOMITING IN UTTER DISGUST FRIENDS, WHILE I PERFORATE MY BONE BULGE WITH A CULLING FORK.
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Wingin' it.
Posted 06-01-2008 at 12:21 PM by scrab queen
HEEEELLLL YESSSSSS! FUCK YOU NEW YORK!
I'm willing to bet I'll be able to see the explosions from way out here as NY dies from overpopulation and too many crif dogs. Now that will be the only time where human farts explode. Dad is out here with the truck, and I never realized just how much SHIT we have. I found our NES. It still has all of those old stickers on it. Link looked way less effeminate then he does now. Like a fricken' hobbit. |
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