Your so dead, your killing me, incessant worry and placated misery. Why cant you let your light burn out, do us all a favor and breath your last breath of life in and out. It's a plungers job in a toilet to let the **** flow why must you insist on clogging up the drains and not letting that **** go. Die, die, die a thousand deaths, suffer indescribably and claw wretchedly until there is nothing left.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 6:33 AM UTC
Your so dead, your killing me, incessant worry and placated misery. Why cant you let your light burn out, do us all a favor and breath your last breath of life in and out. It's a plungers job in a toilet to let the **** flow why must you insist on clogging up the drains and not letting that **** go. Die, die, die a thousand deaths, suffer indescribably and claw wretchedly until there is nothing left.