midnight

Mega Man 2.

Contra.

Double Dragon 2.

I didn't take pictures of it. I just looked.

Bell peppers, not green beans?

Your threads make me smoke too much weed.

If I were ever aroused by fuggs, I'd kill myself.

Corn titties make me moist.

My dick would spit blood.

I don't blame you. He spends most of his time getting ejected.

Lounging in my tighty whitey's eating pork rinds. The hell do you think I'm doing?

Those dollar store headphones yo.

The look you get when you think how one day, Bryce Harper could get traded to the Red Sox.

Of course, I have a food group on Facebook. It has all of our cooking pictures.

Posting photographs requires me to get online with my phone. Which is a hassle. I never log in here on my phone. When I get up again, I'll grab my phone and see if I still have the photographs. If I do, I will post them.

Haha @ this whole shit show.

You are a fucking idiot. Tell them you are bipolar and suck dick as a hobby. Call a fucking hotline and keep your mental bullshit out of here. No one cares about your ''illness.'' Just run into your minimum wage job, and yell that you are bipolar and see how many fucks are given. Not nearly as many as you are hoping for. Then you can run back here and cry about how those people are assholes because they didn't suck your flabby titties when you said you were fucked up. Jesus, you need a new shtick.

“Look at me”pretty much sums it up.