The details of my life are quite inconsequential ... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloé with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink; he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament ... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon ... luge lessons ... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets ... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking ... I suggest you try it.
Wow!! Thank you so much!!! Great job! How can I repay you?
You HAVE to see Life itself, in prime. That one completely changed me for the good.
I too have eaten tacobell...
I want to go to there...
Instagram is over there...
Facebook is over there...
I'm both...That's why I'm fat.
That's me in the spot light.
Did anyone else zoom in amd see gow hairy she is?
Is...is that Beth from the walking dead?
Don't be a dumbass. This could be your family.
Nude pics mater...
I was there...
OP you should start posting recent pic of your playmates as well.
You are doing God's work my friend.
Plot twist: he framed her father for murder.
You shall not pass! - Gandalf
Wrong! It was blitz
Why for no zoom?
Bonner wood. It's VERY special. It's only found in my pants some say.
Thanks op. I was trying to barbecue.
Mexico, just doesn't have the regulations needed for these type of things...
My balls feels so empty now...I'm going to bed.
My buthole after eating taco bell.
"Lock in the seventh chevron!!"
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