There was once a very smooth idea to post pictures of Filip's LPA login password. After the final picture was posted, there was nothing more left but healing and feeling. And I thought I'm too weak and too bad and too stinky to live in, much like a piece of paper crumpled up and thrown into the piece of paper. Anyway, this was the wrong thread, so Jesse decided he is God. Except he wasn't. He was better. At nothing. Anyway, as the day became as sweaty as mom's spaghetti, no regretti Freddy, ate rotten apples and supper's ready to be wasted. Jesse hates rhyme, all the time. So thanks Jesse. Captain-EO hates punctuation. With a passion. But he hates everything else too. But especially punctuation. And Hassan spammers. Especially Hassan spammers, and especially Jesse but not ours. Our Jesse is a secret agent with the mission to read One Piece until the story has ended. Which is never. AKA 5 years. Damn you Jesse. And damn this people who always want to smell some good weed, like clovers or some sweet, sweet
There was once a very smooth idea to post pictures of Filip's LPA login password. After the final picture was posted, there was nothing more left but healing and feeling. And I thought I'm too weak and too bad and too stinky to live in, much like a piece of paper crumpled up and thrown into the piece of paper. Anyway, this was the wrong thread, so Jesse decided he is God. Except he wasn't. He was better. At nothing. Anyway, as the day became as sweaty as mom's spaghetti, no regretti Freddy, ate rotten apples and supper's ready to be wasted. Jesse hates rhyme, all the time. So thanks Jesse. Captain-EO hates punctuation. With a passion. But he hates everything else too. But especially punctuation. And Hassan spammers. Especially Hassan spammers, and especially Jesse but not ours. Our Jesse is a secret agent with the mission to read One Piece until the story has ended. Which is never. AKA 5 years. Damn you Jesse. And damn this people who always want to smell some good weed, like clovers or some sweet, sweet leftover Kevin crumbs
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying.
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead