Snag on my weenis

[Ishcabittle]

snicker snag - pump uf the volume - snicka snicka snickah snag, y'all

 

[FBI parte due]

SNAG IT UP TO 12 YO YO UMUTHRAUFKCER YO DOPE SAUCE 420 4 LIFE YALL

 

[Ishcabittle]

WORD, BONC, WORD!

 

[FBI parte due]

DON'T HARSH MY MELLOW MAN OR ILL FUKEN KILL YOU RITE CHESTNUT HAIRS

 

[Ishcabittle]

HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS HIGH!?!?!?!

THAT RAT BASTARD SOLD ME OUT!!!! I'MMAH GONNAH KILL-HAUL THAT SONOMABITCH!@!

*machinegun fire*

 

[FBI parte due]

HARK THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT TOLL S MUST BE OFF OR I'LL BUST OUT OF MY DRESS AND TURN BACK INTO A CREEPY FAT TEENAGER (IN FRONT OF THE CROWN PIRCNE NO LESS) AND ILL HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE HOOD ND SELL CRACK PIPES WITH CHERRY FLAVORING (NOT DOPE IN ANY WAY YALL) FOR SMALL CHIMPUNK PIECES TO FURNISH MY HOWME WITH THE EMPTY LIFE BACK TO THE SOULLESS 354 HORS GRIND OMG NO

 

[Loktar]

Ah yes....midnight....the crazy spammers slowly begin to creep out of the shadows from whence they lurked.

 

[Ishcabittle]

DON'T ROMANTICIZE BRILLIANCE, DEAR.

 

[Loktar]

sorry

 

[Cassie]

Romancing the weenis?