Their assholes are pinched so fucking tight that should they implode into themselves they would create black holes and swallow up their entire families, neighbors, mansions, BMW's, country clubs, golf clubs, summer homes, winter homes and, most sacred of all, their egomanical false assumptions about their own importance. It's funny. I have comletely forgotten the name of the lower's identity. Now that's sweet.
Saturday, April 18, 2020
The Kindred Countenance of the Whitewing, Rich and Still Pissed Off
Their assholes are pinched so fucking tight that should they implode into themselves they would create black holes and swallow up their entire families, neighbors, mansions, BMW's, country clubs, golf clubs, summer homes, winter homes and, most sacred of all, their egomanical false assumptions about their own importance. It's funny. I have comletely forgotten the name of the lower's identity. Now that's sweet.
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The narrowing of life in the third act shrinks the outer flesh of supposed reality while emboldening the bones of honesty so that all comes ...