this bro is bro!!

I used to roll half a bottle of laxative pills into a Crunch wrap supreme and then leave cow pies on peoples door mats. People in my town installed porch cameras to catch the "Phantom S hitter" they said it couldn't possibly be one man, the hits were too frequent and too large. It had to be a whole gang of city punks coordinating and making planned precision strikes. I felt like a god among lesser beings in my town. Every time i was at the local diner and i overheard someone screaming about the black slop they found on their porch i felt powerful and unstoppable. I became too arrogant, started striking during the day. That's when they caught me and strung me up in the streets and hit me with rocks. I barely escaped with my life and i had to leave town. Now after all these years, I'm in a new town and I behave well enough. But I've got this nagging feeling, the urge is back, and I'm starting to think that my new town is about to experience a storm

En el barrio de la boca viven todos bolivianos,
Que cagan en la vereda y se limpian con la mano,
Los sabados en la bailanta se van a poner en pedo,
Y se van de vacaciones a la playa del riachuelo,
Hay que matarlos a todos mama que no quede ningún bostero,
Hay que matarlos a todos mama que no quede ningún bostero!!

this man is a mother ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ boy he ruined my lemon garden and stole my grillcheese

This guy stole my minecraft girlfriend, don't trust him

happy birthday :)