talkin shit to me is like dialing 1-800 COLLECT on ass whoopins. and no, that ain't a free motherf*ckin call, motherf*cker.
ahahah because lambgoat hates me. i might have also said some "things"
I'll back what you say till the death! problem is im dying in a month. but i still love you
How Cliche' of a thing to say . Get off the computer (or atleast off LG) and do something with your pathetic life.
i will shred through your colon while enjoy integrity
This one had more maggots on it, and I stopped for a moment to see if I could feel them inside me. I wasn't sure I could, but it didn't matter. I wanted them all. I needed to take them all inside me. With that thought, I went sort of wild. I started pushing bigger chunks of meat and maggots, and even handfuls of just maggots into me, over and over. I wasn't thinking at all about the noise I must have been making. But now I could definitely feel the maggots squirming inside my crease.
the fresh prince of bells palsy