simp'in chimp'in rerard

I diagnose you with retardation and bad.

As you know, currently it is the thirstiest time of the year, even with your sweaters on it is still a heatwave to your senses, but if you take out the fire you will freeze. I will save your life, just answer one question. Wanna sprite cranberry?????

This is the worst acid trip I've ever beeen lon

damn a ♥♥♥♥♥ dead

You know what I've been playing with? My ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥. By the end of tonigh I will have busted 15 nuts in 72 hours. But that's not all, I intend on beating my meat 39 times in 72 hours on december 12-14 in accordance with destroy your ♥♥♥♥ december. That's right, 39 meat massacres, only 72 short hours, only 48 of which will be spent awake. That's about 1 hour and 15 minutes between every time I beat the absolute life out of my meat. I will beat my meat until nothing but a small puddle of ground-beef looking goo is left. I'm keeping statistics on location of the ♥♥♥♥ destruction, as well as the location of the spilling of seed released as an unfortunate side effect of close-cockers combat. So far my stats have racked up 21 penis punches, 3 of which were on school property. If you haven't yet decoded my plan, I'm going to genitally genocide myself once for every day of the month, right up until the 14th.