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This costume, reminds me of Christmas. Christmas like... Oh wait, no. It wasn't Christmas. Um... What? Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing with my life? What am I doing? I don't know what I'm doing.
I'm tired of seeing your fucking replies, like the last one that I saw you like actually speak on was, what was it? Um, you were fucking talking about someone's walls not being painted. Like, what the fuck?
um what do we look at this freaking insecure girl she literally comments with a freaking voice filter trying to freaking talk shit like you're literally freaking ugly and you freaking sound like a freaking idiot just freaking admit it
Try as you may, but you'll never beat Big Papa Pickle. Big Papa Pickle stays on top. Big Papa Pickle Productions coming out here cleaning shit up like a mop, yo. We stay hard. We go far. We work day and night. Big Papa Pickle makes everything feel right. I love Big Papa Pickle, but I put God first.
Hey gang, maybe you would slide if you actually got some females on your dick, and like, you actually made money. Nah bro, you fuckin' sit down, scroll on stereo while making no bread, c'mon gang.
Alright bro, I'm here to stop auto-simping bro, and there's only, uh, like, maybe, I don't know how much I'm calling this, but there's not that much anyways, so, uh, yeah, I'm here to stop the simping, get your weird ass on, come on.