Sunday, October 9

all you haters....

...SUCK MY BALLS.
my falafel balls, b!tches.
dirty thirty, duders.
taking the uncontested title by force
in an unprecendented one, two, three count.
check the mutha-forking teleport:
can you say domination, neighbors?
do you feel it?
yeah,
me too.
30 brutal barbarian ball-bombs.
my fatness is complete.
the fair is over,
the day is done,
the shark gluttony has run it's course.
who knows how to participate?
this guy.
victory tastes a lot like v'urps;
never quiet, never soft.....

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