mumbo

sometimes you lose the dreams of yesterday.

fucking you still should know i want more kids than ganghis khan

i thought i loved you in like 2011, but right now your eyes, are not those of beauty but those of extreme plight, and i really have my own problems, bub i gotta save that shit for the ones who can carry my seed, comrade

so good

fucking butter-breakfast sober

srs i can cook them, and old bay and lawrys seasoning salt hashbrowns after a night of extreme drinking

i actually would have said i loved you until i found out you were male, M8

and cooking lessons...

as proven by your Korean histories

no you do not look like a blonde little girl, but i appreciate your Nietzsche interpretations

eye profit = 0

but i do like your philosophical assertions. although your eyes are none the appealing

he was probably drunk or really stupid ive seen your eyes and they look like a little girls

bacon egg and yellow cheese on a butter milk biscuit has nothing to do with a mcdonalds addiction. if you paid for the ingredients i can make you one better

thats for when terrorists are holding me hostage for $40, silly

before they ever reached 9/11 strength (j/k i smoked till '02)

i dont know i quit smoking crack in basically 2001

oh wait its not that....!

thats not true, you have to spend $350 on an eightball from al-quada

-nt

work, you, the Lord, and your shit... seems to make sense somehow... i think i get it

i mean im always praying, but on the toilet it would be a little more discreet... anyway you and the Lord have a shitty relationship., thats okay with me

you pray when your shitting? thats repulsive

they get confused when you are mad... thats love isnt it?