Hello Kripparian. I am Admiral Akbar, commander of the Somalian Piraterinos. We have taken Kaseytron hostage on our ship, the Edwin Van Queef. Please send money to our friend, Eddy Pasterino, prince of Nigerino. Thank and please no copy pastarino
Kripparian was sitting in his room alone, masturbating to Huffer nudes as usual. Suddenly, the light of inspiration came across douche-bearded face. "Wh-what if I used the brofist? Just this once?" Awkwardly leaning himself over his desk, he propped up his elbow on the chair and then fell back into his fist. "Oh... what a top..." he had to stop himself as the fist dug deeper past his outer ring into the depths of his chilli-hole, a gentle squishing sound could be heard all the while. "-deeeeeeeeck~" he finally moaned, splattering Cattarian with stray ejaculate.
Kripp at Blizzcon
twitchquotes:Hey Kripp, not sure if you remember me. I sat 3 rows behind you at Blizzcon 2014. I know I will never be a front row pro like you, but I want to let you know that your big head ruined me and my boyfriends experience. I know $200 might not be a lot to you, but I didn't spend $200 to watch the back of your head absorb the front part of your hairline, so next time, scoot over, k?
Hey Kripp, not sure if you remember me. I sat 3 rows behind you at Blizzcon 2014. I know I will never be a front row pro like you, but I want to let you know that your big head ruined me and my boyfriends experience. I know $200 might not be a lot to you, but I didn't spend $200 to watch the back of your head absorb the front part of your hairline, so next time, scoot over, k?
I miss Julio the donkey
twitchquotes:Hello, my name its Juan Pastas Copyrino. Sorry my england. Last week donkey Julio died outside of the house. I loved Julio. Every day we ride to work together. I also spoke donkey language better than my england. Julio and me always talked for hours about business and the political situation here. But now Julio is in donkey heaven. I miss him
Hello, my name its Juan Pastas Copyrino. Sorry my england. Last week donkey Julio died outside of the house. I loved Julio. Every day we ride to work together. I also spoke donkey language better than my england. Julio and me always talked for hours about business and the political situation here. But now Julio is in donkey heaven. I miss him