IF U WERE KILLED TOMORROW, I WOULDNT GO 2 UR FUNERAL CUZ ID
B N JAIL 4 KILLIN DA MOTHA ♥♥♥♥♥ THAT KILLED U!


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WE TRUE HOMIES
WE RIDE TOGETHER
WE DIE TOGETHER
send this GUN to everyone you care about, C how many times you get this, if you get a 13 your A TRUE HOMIE

Taha moment

yo just want to let you know there's no report button, no mute button, no block button in real life. I want to see your glance as I smash your skull into the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ concrete, and I strangle the life out of you, pushing my thumbs into their eye sockets until you cry blood lol. well, not before forcing you to watch their beloved ones die in front of you.

I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ remember you, you damn pervert. You were that guy that pushed me on the McDonald's parking lot floor and violently shoved a ♥♥♥♥ in my mouth and told me, "You have to drink it all~" and slapped me in the face with it for 3 minutes while repeating the same ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ phrase over and over again, "You like this, don't you? Dirty ♥♥♥♥♥~". Then when you were about to squirt you shoved in in my mouth and you forced me to gag and swallow it. You then said, "Choke on it you slut!" and left me to rot in the corner. Not only that, but you damaged my throat so badly, everytime I eat or drink anything I can still taste your salty, thick ♥♥♥ in my throat. Now, everytime I'm having a good time eating my favorite foods, I always remember you licking your lips and moaning.

Your nipples are like Heaven, my dear. I would very much like to take you to the mall and buy you some sexy loungerie. Then we'd head over to Red Lobster for some popcorn shrimp and drinks. Oh don't worry. We'll end up in my bedroom where we collapse on my bed and I pleasure you into the next morning. My name is Bob. I'm a senior. I take Cialis daily and know how to make a woman squeal with ecstacy. Let's meet, darling.

Only I can ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ you swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas. I’ll bet you couldn’t pour ♥♥♥♥ out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won’t go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.
You’re a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.