I’ve done many of things in my life, this is just a profile to use to forget them all, even though that’s not allowed. No credibility. Astronaut. Drug creator.
Xzibit says his beloved cat, Thundercat, has been by his side since the Pimp My Ride era. At 20 years old, he finally revealed the secret behind his cat's incredible longevity. 🐱
That’s really funny. The option to react to post show is now available. Seems that they trying to tell me get me some money. Fuck that dumb ass shit just made me feel pissed the fuck off.
I wonder how many pages did all those people get to print. I bet that secretary did no work that day. Or is it did some work that day. I don’t remember if changing ink cartridges classifies as work or fun for people in that field.
There seem to be a curse on me. I’m wrapped in this blanket yet still the feel of being bitten. That’s just as bad if not worst then walking a it feeling that thigh hairs are tangled like my stride is being prevented.
I wrapped my upper body in the blanket that block mosquitoes with and the smell vanished. But now the mosquitoes trying to bite this iPhone. One of my fingers are seeming to feel stiff being I won’t tend to the feeling of it being bitten because the mosquitoes can’t get to it.
Smelling musty pussy and I don’t know how or what is causing me to smell. The assumption is that someone mad being I ain’t giving no bitch any attention. It’s really destroying my mind state, trying to fight off mosquitoes and dodge the smelling they seem to find my nose, alone.
It really hurt that I get harassed this goddamn bad. I can’t think of one reason that the post on this account is hidden from me. I could possibly understand that hidden comments on a post that I made. But not being able to seem my own damn post is bullshit. @X what shit is this.
I don’t remember where I first heard the term cluster fuck. A moment ago post I one worded post. I must’ve been toiling in thought. Seen some of the latest post. I guess that I’m choosing not to comment on much of them. I feel that when I post it’s relayed and not directly sent.
I swear to God I feel like I’m being watched as an item someone on there death bed possesses and nigga love plotting on shit waiting for someone to die. What the fuck is holding my goddamn left side that damn aggressive.