Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly. They go down to the lake of fire and fry
can I eat your cancer when you die, babe please.
looks like I've still got the hang of it.
hank hates you all
mard ko dard nahi hota
𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪
It is very worrisome, my parents' really weird sense of humor. It is so painfully apparent that they're trying to impart their views on to me and it is not even remotely hilarious. Sometimes, things get pretty screwed up, with them vocally expressing their disapproval of the concept of love, friendship and any other form … Continue reading worrisome
a minor setback, Roark
tell me I am right, one more time.