We gave him the benefit of the doubt…but we need to be realistically conservative here!
God…you should’ve seen his meltdown when I told him to get rid of the dildo bicycle in the event that his “future” grandkids come over to visit. I butted in on a conversation where he was laughing and saying that he would love grandkids so much that he would allow them to touch his cherished motorcycle(s).
Now the fragile cunt’s calling me out as a "BabyPumperAlert!" because I supposedly mentioned his butt machine associating said dildo bicycle with his imaginary grandkids???
Duh…why the fuck did I tell the cunt to get rid of the fucking dildo bike in the first fucking place? Innit?


Oi X’y Poo here’s a fucking song for you snowflake!