yes, young drifter, i will allow you to stay the night at my bitcoin farm, but do NOT dm my three nubile e-girls
I keep this by my door as a reminder
I ain't reading all of anything!
There's a magnet in the Sun controlling my thoughts.
You need to grow the fuck up. You’re an adult now. Time to face the facts. There’s no N in the word restaurateur. Quit believing in fairytales.
That slenderman ass nigga Wemby cannot be out here fouling like this, just wielding his long ass arms like wet mops, he’s gonna concuss the whole bench in a minute
going door to door knocking on group chats asking if my wife is in there
