And extreme means extrem.
And extreme means extrem.
“I love the smell of burning pigs in the morning. It smells like… Breakfast.”
Thoughts and prayers… And knife!
Keep the stasch and call the character “Der humorlose Toaster”.
Hasserfüllte Menschen.
I know.
Today by “How fucked up can it get?”:
This shit right here.
I always enjoy sunshine in the shade. If I would sit in the sunshine it would burn me and I couldn’t enjoy that shit.
But you can simply exist if that is what you want.
Just send a rickroll and be done with it.
The most best threat folks. And I have the best most best threats.
Or he took a picture to remember the moment. Like people do since before the Internet.
The problem is not enough good 8 year olds with guns.
pygmy festival.
What’s your beef with vegans?
“DROP THE KNIFE OR I SHOOT EVERYBODY!”