IF YOU WERE KILLED TOMORROW, I WOULDN'T GO TO YOUR FUNERAL CUZ I'D BE IN JAIL FOR KILLING THE MOTHER ♥♥♥♥♥♥ THAT KILLED YOU!


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WE ARE TRUE HOMIE'S...
WE RIDE TOGETHER...
WE DIE TOGETHER...

The year is 2029.
Society is in shackles, resources are so scarce some countries have completely collapsed and no longer retain any form of government. We never heeded his warnings, never paid mind to the true threat that was growing stronger every day right under our noses. One bottle at a time, Eric “Badlands” Booker had been chugging the world every day and only now did we truly realize just how far his agenda went. Some have accepted this must be our world's fate, to be completely chugged "quick thru a staw w/o burp!", which has truly divided the world. I know not what the end of this year will bring, but every day I hear the rumbling of the earth quaking in terror before the belches of a god, knowing yet another city has fallen. If anyone manages to hear this warning, make sure you subscribe to Badlands Chugs before it is too late, for everything rests on your shoulders now to appease him.

I NEED YOU. YOU CAN KEEP ME ON THIS EARTH. BE VIGILANT. I LOVE YOU

activating my double triple homicide maneuver in minecraft

2/5 stars, burger was good but sauce was too spicy. soggy fries.

lately I been lookin like a fella from "Star Wars: Episode I" but hood as ♥♥♥♥ like I'm bout to steal somebody's pod racer and take it to a chop shop -Stephen Bruner