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[Copypasta]Such exquisite entertainment ๐ท
twitchquotes: ๐ท Such exquisite entertainment certainly would not be complete without some full blown ass-blasting gachimuchi, wouldn't you agree, Mr Fors?
FeelsOkayMan ๐ท Such exquisite entertainment certainly would not be complete without some full blown ass-blasting gachimuchi, wouldn't you agree, Mr Fors?
Hi chat I'm posting this from my neighbor's wi-fi with teary eyes. After looking up Hafu nudes, I transformed from a proud heterosexual male into a full fledged homosexual. Thanks to her, I came out to both my parents last night. Now my dad calls me a Homosex, my mom is disappoint, and they BOTH kicked me out of the house. Let this be a lesson to anyone else thinking about looking up Hafu's nudes, DONT.
How do you unlock the coin card?
twitchquotes:Dear Forsen I'm trying to copy your godly Deck but I'm having a hard time finding the card "The Coin." If you could specify how I unlock this card it would be much appreciated. Please no copy pasterino
Dear Forsen I'm trying to copy your godly Deck but I'm having a hard time finding the card "The Coin." If you could specify how I unlock this card it would be much appreciated. Please no copy pasterino
"YOU KNOW I DON'T DO ANAL", squeals Reynad as he scurried away, but it doesn't matter. "Get your ass back her!" roars Forsen as he grabs Reynad's flaccid donger and pulls him back. Forsen penetrates Reynad with his Iron Juggernaut. Moments later the mine explodes, dealing 10 damage to Reynad's rectal cavity. "Hmmm, well played" whispers Forsen in Reynads ear as he takes the lethal.
Coated like a plasterer's radio
twitchquotes:After having my birth cannon pounded, he then proceeded to raid my poo pipe. My stench trench was trembling like a rat on acid. The seemingly never-ending streams of gentleman's relish emanating from his thrill drill soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio
After having my birth cannon pounded, he then proceeded to raid my poo pipe. My stench trench was trembling like a rat on acid. The seemingly never-ending streams of gentleman's relish emanating from his thrill drill soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio