Every fucking time I pass by the kitchen I can’t resist but stick my dick in the Nesquik cereal box. It doesn’t matter if the cereal hurts my tip, I thrust it in as fast as I can. I don’t care if my grandma cries for me to stop, I can’t resist looking at his goddamn face; yeah, that’s right, the Nesquik bunny’s face. As I masturbate in chocolate cereal balls I imagine the Nesquik bunny begging me to destroy his ass, and then ejaculating chocolate milk all over my face as I grant his wish. Normal people disgust me, my only sex drive is towards that fucking bunny; since the first time I’ve seen his sexy ass I can’t restrain myself from cumming in the chocolate cereal box at least twice a day. Everyone in the house thinks that I’m crazy and that I need some kind of therapy, but truth is, I’m the only sane one here.
A young Ben Shapiro insults his classmate
Let's say, hypothetically, your mom was wearing a yellow raincoat. Now, also in this scenario, there is a man needing to get home. When he sees your mom, he will yell "taxi, taxi!". Now, why does he do this? The answer is actually quite simple. Your mom is so fat she is the size of a taxi, and the yellow raincoat she is theoretically wearing is the same color as a taxi. Therefore, the man mistakes her for a taxi. So, what has this hypothetical scenario shown us? It has shown us that your mom is very, very, fat. Boom! Once again destroyed with facts and logic.
Let's say, hypothetically, your mom was wearing a yellow raincoat. Now, also in this scenario, there is a man needing to get home. When he sees your mom, he will yell "taxi, taxi!". Now, why does he do this? The answer is actually quite simple. Your mom is so fat she is the size of a taxi, and the yellow raincoat she is theoretically wearing is the same color as a taxi. Therefore, the man mistakes her for a taxi. So, what has this hypothetical scenario shown us? It has shown us that your mom is very, very, fat. Boom! Once again destroyed with facts and logic.
when were you when john lenin dies
twitchquotes:apology for poor english. when were you when john lenin dies? i was sat at home eating smegma butter when pjotr ring. ‘john is kill’ ‘no’