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Cream buttoned disco flares, built up heeled brown shoes, a nylon tank top with a hologram of wtdog bumming a mole emblazoned across the front.
They’re not loving it as much as I love you, phwoaaarrrrr.
Seems this guy was the coolest poster throughout all of today’s events.
As you and only a select few are aware, I’m the closer to the deal than anyone on here or RTG by a stretch.
Your breath can melt the core of a nuclear reactor whilst harnessing your BO would halve the worlds CO2 output.
Whilst your frame resembles a snooker table perched on top of a rubbish tip.
Whereas your dish looks like 4lbs of melted lard interspersed with cat **** and monkeys knees.
I’m far uglier than him but not ugly enough to knock you back.
A rock of crack the size of a small microwave.
Well, this afternoon I’ve gone for a relaxed chino and pale yellow neck wrap crop top ensemble, blaze red moccasins finished off with a teal...
I feel calm, relaxed, serene even, about the whole situation.
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No but I’be just wedged a cement bag full of cocaine up my hoop. Want some?
There you go with the insults. What’s the point?
