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Okay, um, I would go into my younger self and not today that one day, and, uh, not today. I mean, but what not to change my password? Because I am a chef for that!
Listen bro, just cause people call you ugly don't mean shit. Now you don't give a fuck if people call you shit. You don't give a fuck. You don't give a fuck how many friends you've had, how many friends you've had, anything. You don't give a fuck. So don't give a fuck. Don't come home crying every day. Don't care. Just don't. Don't listen to them. For real. What would you do with it?
I'm the sexist to be better off. I was the man in the south to go hate and snatch her fake ass wig out that she got from fucking Walmart at two years old. I would tell that bitch to snatch that fucking bitch's wig off and feed it to the mole rats that she lives with because that bitch got me fucked up. Ain't no way I'm still thinking about this as a 10th grader to this day when this bitch was fucking from fourth grade. It's no fucking way you hear the destroyer in my mind. I should beat that bitch ass. She says, so much to the mommy, mama, and my dear darling.