He said that I'm good enough, guy. I did that I think about shit that I should have. But I told him there's one of me, he making fun of me. He's grills up under me. Like that boy is a cap. Found you at home, but he know what he at. You like? Think he blew in your bag. Think about me, because you know that it's fat. Damn.

Do you sound like pinkie pie from all my favorite artificial serious it's an animated cartoon show about friendship it's called my little pony

I have never had pure disgust turn into straight serotonin. What the fuck did you do to me?