Schoolboy Q
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Fucking dieing lmfaoo
Zealot Reyes
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Fucking dieing lmfaooOP dont post.
you can check on your thread
but dont post.
you can check on your thread
but dont post.
Schoolboy Q
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Fucking dieing lmfaooTom brady is a little bitch with a shitty sig lmfao
Tom Brady
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Fucking dieing lmfaooYou wasted some serious money on yours.
Schoolboy Q
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Fucking dieing lmfaooYou have possibly the shittest signature on sythe.
Fucking dieing lmfaooYou cant talk. Poof.
dangelo
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Fucking dieing lmfaooNice runescape avatar......
Fucking dieing lmfaooDo the world a favor, get a chair(make sure when you stand up that you don't hit the roof, will be easy considering you're probably a 5'4 paki fuck), stand on it, say your prayers to Allah, leave a note for your mother, tie the rope to the ceiling fan, and jump the fuck off that chair.
As you jump and your oesophageal tube is crushed and with no air circulating in your disgusting overweight body, your remaining brain cells(all 3 of them) will start dying, and your pathetic body will go into multi organ failure, which can last a couple minutes, or hours, but in your case, seeing as gravity is against your "lifestyle choice" or your "genetics", or whatever excuse you use to explain to your friends why you're a fat fucking loser who has nothing better to do then aspire to make 15 minute Call of Duty videos online for "fame", you'll probably only last 5-10 minutes top and then you'll expel your final breath and evacuate your bowels.
About 1-2 hours later, when it's your 3rd daily snack time(2 bags of Doritos and a Coke, because hey, you deserved it, right? I mean you were on the internet for 2 hours, worked up quite a sweat), the only person who ever loved you, your mother, will open the door, see your disgusting acne ridden, overweight body hanging limp with shit and piss underneath you, she will sob for 2 minutes and then read the note you left, and she will remember that you're a dyslexic fuck that couldn't string a sentence together if your life depended on it, with you having a staggering writing level equivalent to a pre-teen severely autistic child, so as she's reading it, all she will see are scribbles that you wrote assuming they were words.
And she will laugh, and we will all laugh, wine will flow freely in your house, neighbours will come over to your funeral and all laugh together reminiscent of the times that you were asleep(everyone who ever knew you unanimously agreed that this is when you were at your best). They're finally free of the whale sounding laughter that you had, they're free of the 3 AM skype chats you had with your "buddies" online, they're free of all your shitty behaviour.
We will all be free.
As you jump and your oesophageal tube is crushed and with no air circulating in your disgusting overweight body, your remaining brain cells(all 3 of them) will start dying, and your pathetic body will go into multi organ failure, which can last a couple minutes, or hours, but in your case, seeing as gravity is against your "lifestyle choice" or your "genetics", or whatever excuse you use to explain to your friends why you're a fat fucking loser who has nothing better to do then aspire to make 15 minute Call of Duty videos online for "fame", you'll probably only last 5-10 minutes top and then you'll expel your final breath and evacuate your bowels.
About 1-2 hours later, when it's your 3rd daily snack time(2 bags of Doritos and a Coke, because hey, you deserved it, right? I mean you were on the internet for 2 hours, worked up quite a sweat), the only person who ever loved you, your mother, will open the door, see your disgusting acne ridden, overweight body hanging limp with shit and piss underneath you, she will sob for 2 minutes and then read the note you left, and she will remember that you're a dyslexic fuck that couldn't string a sentence together if your life depended on it, with you having a staggering writing level equivalent to a pre-teen severely autistic child, so as she's reading it, all she will see are scribbles that you wrote assuming they were words.
And she will laugh, and we will all laugh, wine will flow freely in your house, neighbours will come over to your funeral and all laugh together reminiscent of the times that you were asleep(everyone who ever knew you unanimously agreed that this is when you were at your best). They're finally free of the whale sounding laughter that you had, they're free of the 3 AM skype chats you had with your "buddies" online, they're free of all your shitty behaviour.
We will all be free.
Fucking dieing lmfaooDo the world a favor, get a chair(make sure when you stand up that you don't hit the roof, will be easy considering you're probably a 5'4 paki fuck), stand on it, say your prayers to Allah, leave a note for your mother, tie the rope to the ceiling fan, and jump the fuck off that chair.
As you jump and your oesophageal tube is crushed and with no air circulating in your disgusting overweight body, your remaining brain cells(all 3 of them) will start dying, and your pathetic body will go into multi organ failure, which can last a couple minutes, or hours, but in your case, seeing as gravity is against your "lifestyle choice" or your "genetics", or whatever excuse you use to explain to your friends why you're a fat fucking loser who has nothing better to do then aspire to make 15 minute Call of Duty videos online for "fame", you'll probably only last 5-10 minutes tops and then you'll expel your final breath and evacuate your bowels.
About 1-2 hours later, when it's your 3rd daily snack time(2 bags of Doritos and a Coke, because hey, you deserved it, right? I mean you were on the internet for 2 hours, worked up quite a sweat), the only person who ever loved you, your mother, will open the door, see your disgusting acne ridden, overweight body hanging limp with shit and piss underneath you, she will sob for 2 minutes and then read the note you left, and she will remember that you're a dyslexic fuck that couldn't string a sentence together if your life depended on it, with you having a staggering writing level equivalent to a pre-teen severely autistic child, so as she's reading it, all she will see are scribbles that you wrote assuming they were words.
And she will laugh, and we will all laugh, wine will flow freely in your house, neighbours will come over to your funeral and all laugh together reminiscent of the times that you were asleep(everyone who ever knew you unanimously agreed that this is when you were at your best). They're finally free of the whale sounding laughter that you had, they're free of the 3 AM skype chats you had with your "buddies" online, they're free of all your shitty behaviour.
We will all be free.
As you jump and your oesophageal tube is crushed and with no air circulating in your disgusting overweight body, your remaining brain cells(all 3 of them) will start dying, and your pathetic body will go into multi organ failure, which can last a couple minutes, or hours, but in your case, seeing as gravity is against your "lifestyle choice" or your "genetics", or whatever excuse you use to explain to your friends why you're a fat fucking loser who has nothing better to do then aspire to make 15 minute Call of Duty videos online for "fame", you'll probably only last 5-10 minutes tops and then you'll expel your final breath and evacuate your bowels.
About 1-2 hours later, when it's your 3rd daily snack time(2 bags of Doritos and a Coke, because hey, you deserved it, right? I mean you were on the internet for 2 hours, worked up quite a sweat), the only person who ever loved you, your mother, will open the door, see your disgusting acne ridden, overweight body hanging limp with shit and piss underneath you, she will sob for 2 minutes and then read the note you left, and she will remember that you're a dyslexic fuck that couldn't string a sentence together if your life depended on it, with you having a staggering writing level equivalent to a pre-teen severely autistic child, so as she's reading it, all she will see are scribbles that you wrote assuming they were words.
And she will laugh, and we will all laugh, wine will flow freely in your house, neighbours will come over to your funeral and all laugh together reminiscent of the times that you were asleep(everyone who ever knew you unanimously agreed that this is when you were at your best). They're finally free of the whale sounding laughter that you had, they're free of the 3 AM skype chats you had with your "buddies" online, they're free of all your shitty behaviour.
We will all be free.
Runsecape
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Fucking dieing lmfaooDo the world a favor, get a chair(make sure when you stand up that you don't hit the roof, will be easy considering you're probably a 5'4 paki fuck), stand on it, say your prayers to Allah, leave a note for your mother, tie the rope to the ceiling fan, and jump the fuck off that chair.
As you jump and your oesophageal tube is crushed and with no air circulating in your disgusting overweight body, your remaining brain cells(all 3 of them) will start dying, and your pathetic body will go into multi organ failure, which can last a couple minutes, or hours, but in your case, seeing as gravity is against your "lifestyle choice" or your "genetics", or whatever excuse you use to explain to your friends why you're a fat fucking loser who has nothing better to do then aspire to make 15 minute Call of Duty videos online for "fame", you'll probably only last 5-10 minutes tops and then you'll expel your final breath and evacuate your bowels.
About 1-2 hours later, when it's your 3rd daily snack time(2 bags of Doritos and a Coke, because hey, you deserved it, right? I mean you were on the internet for 2 hours, worked up quite a sweat), the only person who ever loved you, your mother, will open the door, see your disgusting acne ridden, overweight body hanging limp with shit and piss underneath you, she will sob for 2 minutes and then read the note you left, and she will remember that you're a dyslexic fuck that couldn't string a sentence together if your life depended on it, with you having a staggering writing level equivalent to a pre-teen severely autistic child, so as she's reading it, all she will see are scribbles that you wrote assuming they were words.
And she will laugh, and we will all laugh, wine will flow freely in your house, neighbours will come over to your funeral and all laugh together reminiscent of the times that you were asleep(everyone who ever knew you unanimously agreed that this is when you were at your best). They're finally free of the whale sounding laughter that you had, they're free of the 3 AM skype chats you had with your "buddies" online, they're free of all your shitty behaviour.
We will all be free.
As you jump and your oesophageal tube is crushed and with no air circulating in your disgusting overweight body, your remaining brain cells(all 3 of them) will start dying, and your pathetic body will go into multi organ failure, which can last a couple minutes, or hours, but in your case, seeing as gravity is against your "lifestyle choice" or your "genetics", or whatever excuse you use to explain to your friends why you're a fat fucking loser who has nothing better to do then aspire to make 15 minute Call of Duty videos online for "fame", you'll probably only last 5-10 minutes tops and then you'll expel your final breath and evacuate your bowels.
About 1-2 hours later, when it's your 3rd daily snack time(2 bags of Doritos and a Coke, because hey, you deserved it, right? I mean you were on the internet for 2 hours, worked up quite a sweat), the only person who ever loved you, your mother, will open the door, see your disgusting acne ridden, overweight body hanging limp with shit and piss underneath you, she will sob for 2 minutes and then read the note you left, and she will remember that you're a dyslexic fuck that couldn't string a sentence together if your life depended on it, with you having a staggering writing level equivalent to a pre-teen severely autistic child, so as she's reading it, all she will see are scribbles that you wrote assuming they were words.
And she will laugh, and we will all laugh, wine will flow freely in your house, neighbours will come over to your funeral and all laugh together reminiscent of the times that you were asleep(everyone who ever knew you unanimously agreed that this is when you were at your best). They're finally free of the whale sounding laughter that you had, they're free of the 3 AM skype chats you had with your "buddies" online, they're free of all your shitty behaviour.
We will all be free.
Hahanerd
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Fucking dieing lmfaooDo the world a favor, get a chair(make sure when you stand up that you don't hit the roof, will be easy considering you're probably a 5'4 paki fuck), stand on it, say your prayers to Allah, leave a note for your mother, tie the rope to the ceiling fan, and jump the fuck off that chair.
As you jump and your oesophageal tube is crushed and with no air circulating in your disgusting overweight body, your remaining brain cells(all 3 of them) will start dying, and your pathetic body will go into multi organ failure, which can last a couple minutes, or hours, but in your case, seeing as gravity is against your "lifestyle choice" or your "genetics", or whatever excuse you use to explain to your friends why you're a fat fucking loser who has nothing better to do then aspire to make 15 minute Call of Duty videos online for "fame", you'll probably only last 5-10 minutes tops and then you'll expel your final breath and evacuate your bowels.
About 1-2 hours later, when it's your 3rd daily snack time(2 bags of Doritos and a Coke, because hey, you deserved it, right? I mean you were on the internet for 2 hours, worked up quite a sweat), the only person who ever loved you, your mother, will open the door, see your disgusting acne ridden, overweight body hanging limp with shit and piss underneath you, she will sob for 2 minutes and then read the note you left, and she will remember that you're a dyslexic fuck that couldn't string a sentence together if your life depended on it, with you having a staggering writing level equivalent to a pre-teen severely autistic child, so as she's reading it, all she will see are scribbles that you wrote assuming they were words.
And she will laugh, and we will all laugh, wine will flow freely in your house, neighbours will come over to your funeral and all laugh together reminiscent of the times that you were asleep(everyone who ever knew you unanimously agreed that this is when you were at your best). They're finally free of the whale sounding laughter that you had, they're free of the 3 AM skype chats you had with your "buddies" online, they're free of all your shitty behaviour.
We will all be free.
As you jump and your oesophageal tube is crushed and with no air circulating in your disgusting overweight body, your remaining brain cells(all 3 of them) will start dying, and your pathetic body will go into multi organ failure, which can last a couple minutes, or hours, but in your case, seeing as gravity is against your "lifestyle choice" or your "genetics", or whatever excuse you use to explain to your friends why you're a fat fucking loser who has nothing better to do then aspire to make 15 minute Call of Duty videos online for "fame", you'll probably only last 5-10 minutes tops and then you'll expel your final breath and evacuate your bowels.
About 1-2 hours later, when it's your 3rd daily snack time(2 bags of Doritos and a Coke, because hey, you deserved it, right? I mean you were on the internet for 2 hours, worked up quite a sweat), the only person who ever loved you, your mother, will open the door, see your disgusting acne ridden, overweight body hanging limp with shit and piss underneath you, she will sob for 2 minutes and then read the note you left, and she will remember that you're a dyslexic fuck that couldn't string a sentence together if your life depended on it, with you having a staggering writing level equivalent to a pre-teen severely autistic child, so as she's reading it, all she will see are scribbles that you wrote assuming they were words.
And she will laugh, and we will all laugh, wine will flow freely in your house, neighbours will come over to your funeral and all laugh together reminiscent of the times that you were asleep(everyone who ever knew you unanimously agreed that this is when you were at your best). They're finally free of the whale sounding laughter that you had, they're free of the 3 AM skype chats you had with your "buddies" online, they're free of all your shitty behaviour.
We will all be free.
Schoolboy Q
Grand Master
Fucking dieing lmfaooDangelo wreked him ty
also is this a new trend now? posting this giant paragraph with completely wrong info about me!? that sounds like fun! i wanna join in guys!
Do the world a favor, get a chair(make sure when you stand up that you don't hit the roof, will be easy considering you're probably a 5'4 paki fuck), stand on it, say your prayers to Allah, leave a note for your mother, tie the rope to the ceiling fan, and jump the fuck off that chair.
As you jump and your oesophageal tube is crushed and with no air circulating in your disgusting overweight body, your remaining brain cells(all 3 of them) will start dying, and your pathetic body will go into multi organ failure, which can last a couple minutes, or hours, but in your case, seeing as gravity is against your "lifestyle choice" or your "genetics", or whatever excuse you use to explain to your friends why you're a fat fucking loser who has nothing better to do then aspire to make 15 minute Call of Duty videos online for "fame", you'll probably only last 5-10 minutes tops and then you'll expel your final breath and evacuate your bowels.
About 1-2 hours later, when it's your 3rd daily snack time(2 bags of Doritos and a Coke, because hey, you deserved it, right? I mean you were on the internet for 2 hours, worked up quite a sweat), the only person who ever loved you, your mother, will open the door, see your disgusting acne ridden, overweight body hanging limp with shit and piss underneath you, she will sob for 2 minutes and then read the note you left, and she will remember that you're a dyslexic fuck that couldn't string a sentence together if your life depended on it, with you having a staggering writing level equivalent to a pre-teen severely autistic child, so as she's reading it, all she will see are scribbles that you wrote assuming they were words.
And she will laugh, and we will all laugh, wine will flow freely in your house, neighbours will come over to your funeral and all laugh together reminiscent of the times that you were asleep(everyone who ever knew you unanimously agreed that this is when you were at your best). They're finally free of the whale sounding laughter that you had, they're free of the 3 AM skype chats you had with your "buddies" online, they're free of all your shitty behaviour.
We will all be free.
also is this a new trend now? posting this giant paragraph with completely wrong info about me!? that sounds like fun! i wanna join in guys!
Do the world a favor, get a chair(make sure when you stand up that you don't hit the roof, will be easy considering you're probably a 5'4 paki fuck), stand on it, say your prayers to Allah, leave a note for your mother, tie the rope to the ceiling fan, and jump the fuck off that chair.
As you jump and your oesophageal tube is crushed and with no air circulating in your disgusting overweight body, your remaining brain cells(all 3 of them) will start dying, and your pathetic body will go into multi organ failure, which can last a couple minutes, or hours, but in your case, seeing as gravity is against your "lifestyle choice" or your "genetics", or whatever excuse you use to explain to your friends why you're a fat fucking loser who has nothing better to do then aspire to make 15 minute Call of Duty videos online for "fame", you'll probably only last 5-10 minutes tops and then you'll expel your final breath and evacuate your bowels.
About 1-2 hours later, when it's your 3rd daily snack time(2 bags of Doritos and a Coke, because hey, you deserved it, right? I mean you were on the internet for 2 hours, worked up quite a sweat), the only person who ever loved you, your mother, will open the door, see your disgusting acne ridden, overweight body hanging limp with shit and piss underneath you, she will sob for 2 minutes and then read the note you left, and she will remember that you're a dyslexic fuck that couldn't string a sentence together if your life depended on it, with you having a staggering writing level equivalent to a pre-teen severely autistic child, so as she's reading it, all she will see are scribbles that you wrote assuming they were words.
And she will laugh, and we will all laugh, wine will flow freely in your house, neighbours will come over to your funeral and all laugh together reminiscent of the times that you were asleep(everyone who ever knew you unanimously agreed that this is when you were at your best). They're finally free of the whale sounding laughter that you had, they're free of the 3 AM skype chats you had with your "buddies" online, they're free of all your shitty behaviour.
We will all be free.
dangelo
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Fucking dieing lmfaooIt was funny once but let us all do it.
Do the world a favor, get a chair(make sure when you stand up that you don't hit the roof, will be easy considering you're probably a 5'4 paki fuck), stand on it, say your prayers to Allah, leave a note for your mother, tie the rope to the ceiling fan, and jump the fuck off that chair.
As you jump and your oesophageal tube is crushed and with no air circulating in your disgusting overweight body, your remaining brain cells(all 3 of them) will start dying, and your pathetic body will go into multi organ failure, which can last a couple minutes, or hours, but in your case, seeing as gravity is against your "lifestyle choice" or your "genetics", or whatever excuse you use to explain to your friends why you're a fat fucking loser who has nothing better to do then aspire to make 15 minute Call of Duty videos online for "fame", you'll probably only last 5-10 minutes tops and then you'll expel your final breath and evacuate your bowels.
About 1-2 hours later, when it's your 3rd daily snack time(2 bags of Doritos and a Coke, because hey, you deserved it, right? I mean you were on the internet for 2 hours, worked up quite a sweat), the only person who ever loved you, your mother, will open the door, see your disgusting acne ridden, overweight body hanging limp with shit and piss underneath you, she will sob for 2 minutes and then read the note you left, and she will remember that you're a dyslexic fuck that couldn't string a sentence together if your life depended on it, with you having a staggering writing level equivalent to a pre-teen severely autistic child, so as she's reading it, all she will see are scribbles that you wrote assuming they were words.
And she will laugh, and we will all laugh, wine will flow freely in your house, neighbours will come over to your funeral and all laugh together reminiscent of the times that you were asleep(everyone who ever knew you unanimously agreed that this is when you were at your best). They're finally free of the whale sounding laughter that you had, they're free of the 3 AM skype chats you had with your "buddies" online, they're free of all your shitty behaviour.
We will all be free.
Do the world a favor, get a chair(make sure when you stand up that you don't hit the roof, will be easy considering you're probably a 5'4 paki fuck), stand on it, say your prayers to Allah, leave a note for your mother, tie the rope to the ceiling fan, and jump the fuck off that chair.
As you jump and your oesophageal tube is crushed and with no air circulating in your disgusting overweight body, your remaining brain cells(all 3 of them) will start dying, and your pathetic body will go into multi organ failure, which can last a couple minutes, or hours, but in your case, seeing as gravity is against your "lifestyle choice" or your "genetics", or whatever excuse you use to explain to your friends why you're a fat fucking loser who has nothing better to do then aspire to make 15 minute Call of Duty videos online for "fame", you'll probably only last 5-10 minutes tops and then you'll expel your final breath and evacuate your bowels.
About 1-2 hours later, when it's your 3rd daily snack time(2 bags of Doritos and a Coke, because hey, you deserved it, right? I mean you were on the internet for 2 hours, worked up quite a sweat), the only person who ever loved you, your mother, will open the door, see your disgusting acne ridden, overweight body hanging limp with shit and piss underneath you, she will sob for 2 minutes and then read the note you left, and she will remember that you're a dyslexic fuck that couldn't string a sentence together if your life depended on it, with you having a staggering writing level equivalent to a pre-teen severely autistic child, so as she's reading it, all she will see are scribbles that you wrote assuming they were words.
And she will laugh, and we will all laugh, wine will flow freely in your house, neighbours will come over to your funeral and all laugh together reminiscent of the times that you were asleep(everyone who ever knew you unanimously agreed that this is when you were at your best). They're finally free of the whale sounding laughter that you had, they're free of the 3 AM skype chats you had with your "buddies" online, they're free of all your shitty behaviour.
We will all be free.
Puppet Master
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Fucking dieing lmfaooI'm inclined to agree the football going across makes him gay
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Fucking dieing lmfaooneither do you, did you cover your eyes while making it?
Schoolboy Q
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Fucking dieing lmfaooOMG AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH IM FUCKING DEAD. slay <3 that was the best response lmfao you and dengelo made my day
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Fucking dieing lmfaootl;dr