you can what i just said with a salty grain, I really just wanted to say pooped out the pooty gape.
fuck the sign bullshit. It doesn’t matter when your born. They gotta move all the shit back nine months. The shit that matters is when you were ejected from the epididemus into “space”. Its more about your parents and your conception than when your born because those are the dictating factors for when you get pooped out the pooty gape. For real the most underlying factor for someone’s health/happiness/enlightenment is the quality of their father’s nut/nutting experience. Glorious seeds make for glorious buds. That’s the most foundational life-paver. Ima make a new calendar be back shortly, mapping the inner universe of the vagina after ejection from the dode.
my dreams better than mofos my guy that shit gon cost ya pshh ya’ll can’t afford my shit
based on my last post can we take a minute to ponder the magnificence of a collection amounting to a TON (like two thousand pounds not like “a lot” for the imbeciles out there) of cocks. I have to write it again because the parenthesis fucked up the glory. A TON of COCKS. Thats a wild thought. I wonder how they’d be bundled up. Or if they’re just wriggling in a forcefield or something. Would be a silly way to die, getting squished by a ton of cocks unloaded from like a dumptruck. gawlee
Turnt to the maximum tonight off that freedom sauce
Interviewer, “whats yer favorite substance to get turnt to the maximum on?”