I can't get rid of my fucking thoughts. I can't understand shit.
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I can't get rid of my fucking thoughts. I can't understand shit.
Stfu, Oleg. Your attention seeking is akin to that of a socially awkward 12 year old middle child.
Stop being so insular and, instead, look for reasons as to why Darth Rings is grooming you.
And do it in a different thread because this one is now a living testament to chavis goading reject of allah to the point where he said 'I know you are, but what am I' in three consecutive posts.
Their spunkfest wasn't contained in just this thread. If you'd like to see the prequel, there's one titled... ahh let me just find it for you.
http://filesharingtalk.com/threads/4...ed-prick-is-it
It wasn't a literal squid, monkey child. What the fuck good would a bottomless pocket full of cephalopods be? They wouldn't be magic trousers, they'd be shite trousers and nobody would wear them.
A squid is a pound. You know...the exact amount your dad used to give you after he wiped his cawk on your spiderman Y-fronts and told you that it would just be your little secret.
Yeah. I was worried you meant that, I decided you meant a magical pair of trousers that had never-ending squid in the pockets.
The sheer uselessness of the repetitive squid pulling wouldn't detract from the, frankly, inspiring spectacle of something surprisingly good transpiring from something so mundane as a bloke wearing trousers.
And there's a symmetry there, with this thread.