Trying to steal Fabios Thunder?? thats some heavy duty posing you are doing there...
ROFLMAO ...
I think it's time you actually post a pic of yourself bro .. .inquiring minds want to know .... And if by some chance you look like Fabio ... I owe you a serious appology
Actually im 20, but apparently your ignorance is set to the age of 13.
When your mindset grows up a little, and you don't have to try and give back handed insults over the internet to someone who has done nothing to insult you, maybe then we can do business.
Actually im 20, but apparently your ignorance is set to the age of 13.
When your mindset grows up a little, and you don't have to try and give back handed insults over the internet to someone who has done nothing to insult you, maybe then we can do business.
The difference between 20 and 40 is that at forty, when someone accuse you of being 13, you says "JEESUS ! Do I look like an old geezer?!? I'm 11-1/2 ! Get real and a tad more courteous man!".
The difference between 20 and 40 is that at forty, when someone accuse you of being 13, you says "JEESUS ! Do I look like an old geezer?!? I'm 11-1/2 ! Get real and a tad more courteous man!".
Unfortunately I'm not that witty & felt a tad insulted.
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The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i
begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from
Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen
year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteena Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is
nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
I'm not sure about the Austin Powers shirt though....ha
what about the glue on chest hair?
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The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i
begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from
Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen
year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteena Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is
nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Post a recent picture of you where we can see you! :)
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