Four likely lads get in over their loafs to the local kingpin babbling brook when they spy easy wonga to be made from a bit of a naomi on the ol' bladders. And would you adam and eve it, the john is fixed, the ken loaded, so now they're in loads of barney as they've only got a bubble to produce the sausage or face an unscheduled meeting and end up brown. It's a tufnell right from the scapa!

Prince of Juggistan Prepares For a 9.8 Magnitude Motionquake

I have 3.4*10^14 children with my 3302503496948 wives and we're all bumpin' this sh*t rn fr!!!!!

dj paul and juicy j invite you to their art-deco hedonistic paradise trapped in '95 for time eternal, if only to please for one evening. an ocean of dead hoes before you. haters teleported to the sun's throat column. dj paul's right arm is a pillar of steam and iron stretching out to henny embalmed in an orb. juicy j has literally turned into an amorphous cloud of liquids. guns arc far into the horizon but everyone is already dead. existence itself is their vacation. "hey man what you thinkin' i just ♥♥♥♥♥♥' kill you here HA." juicy j brings the wine bottle to his mouth. o to die atop olympus herself. a solitary plane passes overhead without a pilot.

I miss the time we used to play this game everyday and everyone was friend 😭

Merry Christmas~ +rep great awper 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝟐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 🇸🇲