Bearly Readable

Guess they ain't putting it in a box, delivering it to my house and putting it on my cock my cock my cock my cock my cock my cock my cock my cock

No cheesy on my peenie

my balls? sauceless

Call him out. Hound him. Don't let the little Nazi get a moments rest. Keep the pressure on and drive him back under the slime covered rock he crawled out from.

Yesterday, my mother fractured her arm while trying to get aid. I couldn’t go with her because I’m severely malnourished. She smiled through the pain so we wouldn’t worry, but I could see it all in her eyes — and it broke me.

Before the war, my mother was a kindergarten teacher. Today, she’s forced to push through crowds just to bring us something to eat. I’m not writing this to beg for sympathy — I’m writing because we simply can’t endure this alone anymore.

If you’re able to help, even with a small amount, it could make a real difference. Thank you to everyone who shares or supports us in any way.

I think if a gas pump plays an ad for you while you're fueling up it should be legal to shoot the pump with a gun, igniting the gas and blowing up the station, killing everyone instantly

having long distance friends is so fucked. do you wanna come over to my house and play (it will cost us 1 william dollars)