I used to roll half a bottle of laxative pills into a Crunch wrap supreme and then leave cow pies on peoples door mats. People in my town installed porch cameras to catch the "Phantom S hitter" they said it couldn't possibly be one man, the hits were too frequent and too large. It had to be a whole gang of city punks coordinating and making planned precision strikes. I felt like a god among lesser beings in my town. Every time i was at the local diner and i overheard someone screaming about the black slop they found on their porch i felt powerful and unstoppable. I became too arrogant, started striking during the day. That's when they caught me and strung me up in the streets and hit me with rocks. I barely escaped with my life and i had to leave town. Now after all these years, I'm in a new town and I behave well enough. But I've got this nagging feeling, the urge is back, and I'm starting to think that my new town is about to experience a storm

hey so I know last time we talked it wasn't the best i climbed out your basement window after releasing the fattest logdog of my entire life...I just thought of letting you know that, those 3 hours before i clogged your toilet were definitely the best hours of my life. You really are different :) I hope we can schedule another date soon... I promise to bring my lactate pills this time the Chicken Alfredo you made just really hit the spot last time.

true

took straight loses after holding my sack all night, should try aimlabs at some point :)

i didnt know they stack ♥♥♥♥ this high

David how you cheat and still lose?