I want to make witty proud - Page 2

SupaDave · 04-05-2014, 03:19 PM

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04-05-2014, 03:19 PM	#1
SupaDave Junior Member Join Date: Jan 2014 Posts: 24 Rep Power: 1269186	I want to make witty proud I'll fax a faggot ass fox a fox fax with faggot in faggot boxed fox craft while I'm carving up blackened fox back in the master hall of the Champions ball with the lunchstaff. Hunchback with a blunt staff to shave up ur cunts snatch GUN BLAST GUN BLAST I'm dumb cash with a Crunk stash of that chunk crack loaded up in a midlife crisis flavored blunt wrap. OLLY OLLY OTZENFREE I'm on a shopping spree copping jockey cletes to the rocky theme. I'm a stocky beast w a sloppy crease in my brocoli T collared rugby fleece. I'm a bugged out junk fiend who just slugged down antifreeze mixed with a jug of duck sauce daqueries. I'm the holy trinity in new religion jeans with a pistol beam that could make a crystal scream. A ginsu ninja trained pit bull with bacon missiles in a vacant brothel swinging state issue tank vessels with chocolate shake drippin off my lady's mustachia. I'm too classy the new Freddie blassy with huge cannons blasting. A cruel federal army alarmed by a fuel spreading disharmony in a pool of dread and malarchy. The sergeants back I'm a close minded scoundrel bombing back at the laundry mat cuz mi ya motto left my gaudy slacks with the diamond clasps all starched to crap. I'm in a haunted mask and my dog is strapped to my balls an sack with a longish orange liquorice ball and gag. The awesomes back. I'm a blogging bear in a rocking chair with a rocket snare that'll launch in here if I cough or sneer. THE BOSS IS HERE. I'm a shit faced goosedown bubble goose in the shell of a predator metal detectors will settle at relative effort as long as I'm not packing a steel mill. I'm hank hill with a bank filled with enuff crank crills to turn my face into a flame grill. I'm a gull darn bull horn with a molotov burn hole in my knock off Tommy chong wool robe. I'm a dull sword with a gun roar implied by the pearl handle waxing sandle stone chess pieces in Shawshank with a noose around my neck Askin the manager if I could use the stall yet. I'm a jet flying dinosaur with an eyepatch an a chopper. The climax of the opera. A linebacker backed by a line stacked full of gigantic lobsters. I'm an anti semetic with ham tied to my chest in a tan dry colored Kufi with my hands rised to black pride while I spend more money investing into femas brown holocaust themed franchise. I'm a laser beam set to phaser speed with a razor clean shave in a faded old 86 raiders team jersey slaying this style by landslide.