The End of the World Is Your Fault
Today is the beginning of the END. This is your fault, you realize. I gave you plenty of opportunities to FOCUS, and you just kept throwing them away.
Nice job, asswipe. GOOD. GOING.
Still, you can at least spend our remaining time together guessing what's in my mouth right now.
A) The end of the world.
B) The big, fat cock of the ANTI-CHRIST.
That's it. G.U.E.S.S.
Nice job, asswipe. GOOD. GOING.
Still, you can at least spend our remaining time together guessing what's in my mouth right now.
A) The end of the world.
B) The big, fat cock of the ANTI-CHRIST.
That's it. G.U.E.S.S.
posted by My Mouth at 11:55 AM
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Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear ANTI-CHRIST, happy birthday to you.
That's right: suck my little demonic cock, you sinners.
My hot, Satanic spooge will boil your throat like a poached salmon.
:)...
I really don't think that you can hold me personally responsible for the Apocalypse.
It's not fair.
call me
Uh, hi.
Excuse me?
Yeah. I was, um, wondering what the acronym G.U.E.S.S. stands for.
Could you, well, tell me?
Thanks.
P.S. Please don't delete this comment.
How hot IS poached salmon?
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