lacks skill, your mom, L, ratio, copege, didnt ask, ratio, ratio, bad playstyle, still didnt ask, lmk when good (not), M, W, L, S, G.

small tiddied dutch boys with smol penis but big heart because that matters more than the tiddies or the penis, but I still want someone to hold me tight down on my bed while I hug my teddy bear and you hug my penis and pull my hair and tickle my butt, but really your soul must be in the right place with Jesus and God as we will be having holy matramony with our swords of justice as light shalt pour out of them with pleasure and delight like a christmas carol filled with jewish boys... and maybe girls idk whatever youre into its personal preference no judgement there if youre into girls it doesn't matter too much it is acceptable in this 21st centuary. But some rock ♥♥♥♥ could really sooth my mood along with some heart felt conversations of life and how hard our ♥♥♥♥♥ could get when thinking of auswitch and the jewish cinagoge that should be built next to it so that they can have barbeques there it would be nice.

could i rutte your klutt

yooooo

fat ♥♥♥♥ player

Once upon a time, a little kid named Greg was born. Greg was smart! He knew the ABCs until G when he was only 9. Greg had a big apetite, and ate alot! His mother always told little Greg that if you eat too much, you're gonna have a very painful poop poop!
But Greg kept eating. He ate everything he saw, even if he liked it or not. But one day, Greg was feeling a bit sick. He had to go to the bathroom! Greg sprinted to the bathroom to rest his behind on the toilet seat.
Greg was breathing really badly because of how painful it was. ''AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHGHGHHGHAAAAAAAAAA'' said Greg. The first bit slipped out. But there was more! After 20 minutes, Greg was done. He looked in the toilet.
Gee golly! He created League of Guessing! He thought it was simply art. But it's not complete! He grabbed the toilet paper, and wiped it softly until it turned into micro-transactions. Greg was proud of his work, and went to get some chocolate