cutting your **** off is not something you fail at. when I ask you where it’s at you will first be sad to have a mouth at all and second say legend has it. my thinking is trying to think in a helicopter. you climb a tree to drop a rifle from it. I have so many real friends and I call them my gay odds. and so many dreams that these waking hours pass only to embellish them. if there is one thing it is Elliott Smith the name of a hungry deer.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
cutting your **** off is not something you fail at. when I ask you where it’s at you will first be sad to have a mouth at all and second say legend has it. my thinking is trying to think in a helicopter. you climb a tree to drop a rifle from it. I have so many real friends and I call them my gay odds. and so many dreams that these waking hours pass only to embellish them. if there is one thing it is Elliott Smith the name of a hungry deer.
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