I tried to read your verse, it's like a hammer to the head I'd rather chew the moistened assholes of the rotting dead I'd rather marry Pele, gently caress her til my dick fell off I'd rather get my rear end pounded by David Hasselhoff I'd rather glue my nutsack to a rocket, pre-ignition I'd rather mutilate my dick beyond all recognition I'd rather delve into the cavern of the goatse man I'd rather be a child and climb into an unmarked van So next time you feel motivated to compose a sonnet Please remove the pin from a grenade, and then sit on it
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# ¿ Jun 15, 2025 00:58 |