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.
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
big thanks to Richard, old man buster, and homie victor for shaving off a huge chunk of a would-be 10 mile walk to gas and back, and a big fuck ‘em to the shittyfaces who just drove by me lugging a 6 gallon gasoline can down the highway
Action. two white kids in a kitchen. “dang brosef, my grilled cheese ain’t cooking fast enough ima turn up the heat”. Other replies, “you’s a true nigga”—- N.ever I.gnorant G.etting G.oals A.lways. both face the camera, two thumbs up. cut
*gasping, sweating, panting* okay tumblr, i worked so hard tonight to satisfy you, and you didn’t even make one sound. if i can’t arouse you anymore, let alone even get your attention, i think it’s time we take a break.
minute amount of followers be like thank gawd lawd ha mercy this boi crazy *black voice* <—implied by ^