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You look like you smell bad. Every bitch that draws on their arms like that smells like shit. Your nose is as big as hell, your forehead is fucking huge, and your eyebrows are too far apart. Your hair is greasy as fuck. You just look fucking musty. Go take a shower and start over.
Bitch, you thought you ate, devoured, and consumed. Your dad should've pulled out and not out of the driveway. Bitch, your mom should've swallowed and not back tears of disappointment. You really thought you ate. Like, what the fuck is your profile picture? I have AIDS. You really thought you was funny? You can't live with this thing? You was a comedian, bitch? No, you're not.
All right, so first of all, we need to get you at that death zone stage. Riding in the tractor, fulled on the gas. I'm up with my hay, stacking the barrels. I woke up at 7 in the morning, wake up to a cup of coffee and a Red Bull. After that, I stopped flaking my sister, cause she just craved all of her fish, made a mess. I got tired of it, so I got the dog, she licked it up. Licked up all the sperm, all the cum, and all the sperm.
i uh the only thing i'm gonna comment on is i can appreciate the fact that you draw on your arms as well um i'm an actual artist and i used to love drawing on my arms so like i understand where you're coming from
Don't you know I'm no good for you? I've learned to lose, you can't afford to Tore my shirt to stop you bleeding But nothing ever stops you even Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
I think you're absolutely beautiful and pretty and are those drawing on your arm or are those actual tattoos? Either way, that's really cool. And also, I want your bracelets. And I'll see you again, and I'll see you later.