You cunts are all older than me, sure. But how fucking foreign punk are you? Hey, IMO, I think all the best songs are fast, catchy, satanic, drink coffee at Starbucks now, etc. So its time for me to stop talkin' and start walkin' instead.
You shining examples of terribly, early molested orphans grown into the role as foster parents - one new kid at a time - you don't want more than
one conspiring with the other one of how to kill you and your husband at night before getting the fuck out, like Jeffrey Dahmer's victims should've done despite the many opportunities to do so. I may have stayed on my free choice is asked. Who knows?
So here is some great old school English music (or not, fuck you) that can get booo'd if the following jams are universally rejected. My goddamn green might, dare I openly say, may shrink like a dick at the site of your loved ones naked. Again, fuck you.
Wif no mo impatence, 'ere you gentlemen do, 'oo akshallah drink choe/joe/whatevah da faak at Stahbooks efray day:
Not bad, not bad a'toool.
Eh, here's a pretty good song from those Brittish faggots you honestly may like, without publicly admitting it, of course. Same band, totally different sound. Which way do I pass this glorious glass pipe to with weed so good you'd kill a motherfuckah after coming back outta the bathroom and notice a small part of a holy nug missing. Rape, kill, then rape again on web cam.
Chill/cool as fuck, no? Well
FUCK YOU THEN!!!
I gotta do some motherfuckin' spring cleanin' 'round these here parts. I mean, this thread by me was posted to gather like-minded folks to discuss
totality and its horrifying soon-to-come consequences on the common curve savers like
you.
Are you a fucking alcoholic? Well, so am I! And I'm fucking swooving to the odd-off beats that even Blasted would clinch his gums and wonder why he didn't peacefully die that one night. Good Golly Ms Molly, I wouldn't rub elbows with a fucking nigger if it meant I'd have to wait for the next trolly, or whatever the fuck.
My outlook on party music is that every song must be two minutes or less, making the crowd irate for another awesome chorus, leaving their hands on their fat girl's bra-less tit shouting cries for MORE! Example?
Ooooor Sir Orbison's standing, movement-less performances where his voice took off onto its own directions without predicting it because the ugly motherfucker does move.
Ooh ooh ooh! I'm me, so I cracked this shit. No complaints, but you'll see. Oh yes, you'll seeeeee:
That was adlib by the krout. Good shit, really. But where the fuck would a dumbass actor Snatch his material from??? Listen and make that face (only 2 minutes of heroin):
I hate it when I get caught with stingers. You talk while the damnation of men Patsy Cline is belting out in a saw-dust floored Texan bar. You must have ideas to tell your friends about the story of losing all yer fuckin' teeth insteada payin' the dentist too much for Texan free-bes...
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- you and I will never be cool