Like when your mother and I conceived you.
No one believed I was your father.
…because I wasn’t.
Like when your mother and I conceived you.
No one believed I was your father.
…because I wasn’t.
And we’re still making stuff and slowly realizing it’s slowly killing us. Isn’t that neat?
Maybe one day we’ll have it all figured out. :p
I remember when you didn’t have to type carefully in the comments.
I had my comments removed over and over again on a video about Kurt Cobain recently. I had to type something like, “When he decided to take a vacation away from the planet earth with a traditional 20th century raygun that fired ammunition meant for birds rather than rays or lasers meant for people and space aliens.”
Meanwhile, “the Jews control all information and have space lasers and and and they put chemicals in the water that turn the frogs gay” and the like doesn’t get removed.
What a world.
And besides, he’s probably had to be treated for stds multiple times recently and just doesn’t want the world to know.
I mean, he was hanging around with that walking genital wart Laura Loomer recently.
Me too. I worked in a call center in the mid 2000s and you couldn’t hear yourself think for it. Everyone was told to turn them off but no one did. Every text, every call, the Razr made her call into the headsets.
Behdehdet behdedet
Yes it is. I played Christian academy horse. :p
Can’t have too much fun at Pentecostal academy. :p
You shoot, you miss, you get nothing. You shoot, you score, you get an H, followed by an O, then R, S, and E. Whoever gets to HORSE first wins.
Good old jeresys. Never knew anyone like him.
We played shirts vs skins in the middle and high school gym. If we had sashes I never seen them.
One of many reasons I didn’t dress out and got suspended every 3 days for 3 days until the principal figured out it was happening.
God I hated my gym teacher.
You tell ‘em, Quark!