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Who's your favorite wife
Anonymous | July 3, 2022

my wife

Are Sam & Max gay
Anonymous | June 29, 2022

what kind of question is this anon of course they are. theyre married.

bewbies
Anonymous | June 17, 2022

When will you get bitches and hoes
Anonymous | May 15, 2022

i already have the best bitch of them all...im inspecting them under a microscope right now

when is your birthday
Anonymous | May 15, 2022

October 26th!

Here I come, rougher than knuckles.
Anonymous | May 15, 2022

Cuck, cuck, it's Cuckles, the knuckle thrower Independent cuckold, magical cuckolder

faggot
Anonymous | May 15, 2022

What if ?
Anonymous | May 15, 2022

what if what! what if what speak up!?

Stop harvesting internet protocol addresses NOW!
Anonymous | May 15, 2022

OHHH MY GOD YOU'RE SUCH A HUGE NERD OH MY GOD YOU LITERALLY CALLED THEM INTERNET PROTOCOL ADDRESSES LMAO GAYASS

chicekn wing
Anonymous | May 15, 2022

You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger. The universe is engulfed within itself. A bus advertising hotdogs drives by a papillon. It disapproves. An unnatural force reverses Earth's gravity. You ask for a hamburger. I reciprocate with a mildly convulsing potato. You disapprove. Your disapproval releases a cosmic shift in the void between birth and life. You ask for a hamburger. A certain small dog feasts on hamburger patties for the rest of its unnatural, eternal endurance. Your constant disapproval sends silence through everything. A contrived beast becomes omnipotent. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger your body becomes an unsettled blob of nothingness, then divides by three. The papillon barks. The universe realigns itself. You, the papillon, and the hamburger disapprove. This condemnation stops the realignment. Hades freezes over. A pig is launched is launched into the unoccupied existence between space and time with a specific hamburger. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger. It screams as you lift it to your face. You laugh maniacally as I plead with you. You devour the hamburger as it pleads for mercy. I disapprove and condemn you to an eternity in a certain void where a certain pig and its specific hamburger are located. The Universal Space-time Continuum Committee disapproves of my irrational decision. You are locked away and are fed hamburgers for the rest of your natural existence. A pickle refuses to break down during the process of digestion. You die in a freak accident. A certain pickle lives the rest of its life in a comatose state. Your soul disapproves. Down the street a child cries as a hamburger gets stuck in, and climbs back up, her esophagus. You ask again for a hamburger. I refuse to reciprocate. You demand a lawyer. I remind you harshly that this is the new world order. Lawyers no longer exist. Only papillons. Your name is written on a list of sins. Blasphemy. You ask for a hamburger. The comatose pickle vanquishes your soul from this universe. Realignment occurs. You beg for a hamburger. A certain papillon's name is written on an obelisk in Egypt. Mumble. Peasants worship the obelisk. Your soulless corpse partakes in the festivity. Hamburgers are banned universally. The sun implodes. All planets cease to have ever existed. Mercury. Venus. Earth. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto is the only mass in existence. Conveniently, you are on vacation here. Your need for hamburgers re-establishes space-time. Earth is recreated under your intergalactic rule. Hamburgers are your army. You wake up. Clowns. Clowns everywhere. Your dream rushes to meet you. You are kidnapped. You ask for a hamburger. They hand you a hotdog.

Stop being gay?
Anonymous | May 14, 2022

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM GOING TO KISS MY PARTNER ON THE LIPS!!!!!!!!!!!