I had a dream where you stole a tank.
I had to stop you.
I did so by jumping on the tank, opening the hatch, and splashing hot coffee in your eyes.
You vowed your revenge.
…um, this was a dream right, Phil?
I had a dream where you stole a tank.
I had to stop you.
I did so by jumping on the tank, opening the hatch, and splashing hot coffee in your eyes.
You vowed your revenge.
…um, this was a dream right, Phil?
Solutions:
Delete RH.com and start over, or just don’t start over… put porn up
Asi9, just be happy that you went downtown and didn’t get shot. Also, if you own Illinois, I could really use it to complete my set of red properties so I can build that three really huge hotels across the Midwest. I will trade you a garden where people named “Martin” are harvested.
Marvin, dude. Marvin.
Everyone knows that.
Steve is gay. Gay gay gay. Big huge gay.
I made the post late at night when the rest of you were happily masterbating, so have pity.
Masturbating, dude, masturbating.
(onto my own face)
I can’t see due to some fucktard splashing coffee in my eyes while I was joy-riding in Uncle Sam’s choice mode of transportation, so I’m not posting a repl
Joy riding? I’d say you were more rampaging angrily, seeking vengeance for the society that wronged you. And you were doing a damn fine job of it until I stopped your ass.
With coffee, bitch.