I'm still not entirely sold on the whiskey dick t. I think you should do one of those tuxedo t-shirts with a cock bow-tie.
as for my own blog; can't do it. I'm a role player: everybody can't be a starter, you need a little white guy to come off the bench and hit the big shot, sure he's left wide open, because the other team is preoccupied double teaming the real players, but that motherfucker hits the shot nonetheless (he has ice in his veins; ants in his mouth; a hitch in his giddy-up).
You see the stuff Zip has to throw up here, when he's not on (see my very own haphazardly punctuated enormous run-on sentence above).
In short Deer, what I'm really afraid of is that you'll see me when I'm weak, when I'm washing the egg off my face with my own tears, and we can't have that.
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LISTEN UP PEENY! START YOUR OWN DAMN BLOG, OKAY? I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR OCCASIONAL COMMENTING AND SHIT. JUST DO IT, PEEN.
I'm still not entirely sold on the whiskey dick t. I think you should do one of those tuxedo t-shirts with a cock bow-tie.
as for my own blog; can't do it. I'm a role player: everybody can't be a starter, you need a little white guy to come off the bench and hit the big shot, sure he's left wide open, because the other team is preoccupied double teaming the real players, but that motherfucker hits the shot nonetheless (he has ice in his veins; ants in his mouth; a hitch in his giddy-up).
You see the stuff Zip has to throw up here, when he's not on (see my very own haphazardly punctuated enormous run-on sentence above).
In short Deer, what I'm really afraid of is that you'll see me when I'm weak, when I'm washing the egg off my face with my own tears, and we can't have that.
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