-rep. cancer

If you were a purple bear that was like a shadowy whimsical spirit in her hood, I would probably let you breed me. Or if you were a Quarian woman, that goes in the "Yes they could breed me" book.

I know this guy has jerked off to my futa feet porn

Count Copium head ah, this dude is built like a low budget bad piggies endeavor, bro wouldn't survive one beefy five layer if it was made with less beef. Not to mention, this guy literally looks identical to the beyond meat KFC dudes. One two, buckle my shoe type beat, honorably discharged ♥♥♥♥♥♥ tracker. This guy shoots an AWP almost as badly as he is covering up his sexuality. Chunky chicken soup, brought to you by chicken incorporated. This was a sponsored message brought to you by Ubisoft HQ, we want to let all who read this, we all F ucking hate you, siege is a means to a liberal end. Also this helmet wearing in public individual actually thinks he likes metal gear, nuff said on that front, but I've got a second front for him to defend, he also has used self hypno therapy to make himself believe he wants a future with a woman.

2. Owned. Furthermore, this guy enjoys the braindead clam chowder consumed infused nuclear physically touched sport of grass with white ball that goes into hole at mild speeds, which, I don't even know what to say to that. Also he will relentlessly defend his companionship with the coalition of combined arms against dominos pizza, for some reason. If you ain't about those garlic knots, then you can suck my tasty garlic nuts. Enjoy your rectum warmed clam chowder, you grass with white ball that is perforated mathematically to a tee loser, imagine having a calculus mentality infused club within 10 meters of you, pathetic.