Jensen Ackl
Jensen Ackl

Jensen Ackl

Mimicer
Mimicer

Mimicer

Eates
Eates

Eates

Memed
Memed

Memed

issa
issa

issa

transgendered
 transgendered

transgendered

kid movies
 kid movies

kid movies

riddikulus
 riddikulus

riddikulus

yays
 yays

yays

meeting
 meeting

meeting

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All Lives Matter, All Lives Matter, and Kool Aid: I'm over at this one girl crib because her parents don't give a fuck about her and they never home. It's me, my boy Rodger and two other girls. Rachel and Kelly. They was in the kitchen whipping up some food while we was watching the super bowl. Rodger bet me big money on this game. Rachel and Kelly came out the kitchen Minutes later with straight disrespect. They tried to whip us up some fried chicken but ain't know how to cook. She put the frozen wings in the oven and left it on broil. Them baby chicks died in vain. Rachel & Kelly went in the kitchen to get some juice I tossed them wings under the couch so quick. I heard them make a "Dud" sound against the wall. Rachel and Kelly come back out with more food like I made y'all some hot dogs too. Hot dogs was also burnt. No reason why a Oscar Meyer frank should look like a stapler. The Kool aid was hella diluted. White girls cant cook so you know I had to pull out my emergency bag of hot Cheetos. Half time approaching and Falcons straight annihilating the Pats. This game was over. It was clear I was about to lose the bet. Kelly comes in like "New England is beating the patriots omg yay". Rachel replies no silly it's the pigeons vs patriots. At this point I knew my bro Rodger had to have found these bitches form back-page. Rodger takes Kelly in the other room and I'm left with Rachel. Lady Gaga about to come out with some witchcraft when Rachel shuts off the tv. She's like I got a halftime show for you. I'm thinking things about to be lit. WRONG. Shorty slipped out of her snuggy and begin to give me a lap dance. She smelt like straight Wet Nickels and All lives matter. I was not having this bro. My nigga Rodger in the next room crushing cheeks. I'm crying on the couch praying for a miracle. Kelly says she'll brb and goes to the bathroom. I take a knee like Kapernick like God show me a way. I look in the corner of my eye and see a escape rope. I respawned outside and walked my ass home. By the time I get to the crib I see the Falcons pull a Golden state and choke. I won the bet Sunday. I haven't seen Rodger since. Pray for him them bitches prob kidnaped him. I just want my money yo.
All Lives Matter, All Lives Matter, and Kool Aid: I'm over at this one girl crib because her parents don't give a fuck about her and they never home. It's me, my boy Rodger and two other girls. Rachel and Kelly. They was in the kitchen whipping up some food while we was watching the super bowl. Rodger bet me big money on this game. Rachel and Kelly came out the kitchen Minutes later with straight disrespect. They tried to whip us up some fried chicken but ain't know how to cook. She put the frozen wings in the oven and left it on broil. Them baby chicks died in vain. Rachel & Kelly went in the kitchen to get some juice I tossed them wings under the couch so quick. I heard them make a "Dud" sound against the wall. Rachel and Kelly come back out with more food like I made y'all some hot dogs too. Hot dogs was also burnt. No reason why a Oscar Meyer frank should look like a stapler. The Kool aid was hella diluted. White girls cant cook so you know I had to pull out my emergency bag of hot Cheetos. Half time approaching and Falcons straight annihilating the Pats. This game was over. It was clear I was about to lose the bet. Kelly comes in like "New England is beating the patriots omg yay". Rachel replies no silly it's the pigeons vs patriots. At this point I knew my bro Rodger had to have found these bitches form back-page. Rodger takes Kelly in the other room and I'm left with Rachel. Lady Gaga about to come out with some witchcraft when Rachel shuts off the tv. She's like I got a halftime show for you. I'm thinking things about to be lit. WRONG. Shorty slipped out of her snuggy and begin to give me a lap dance. She smelt like straight Wet Nickels and All lives matter. I was not having this bro. My nigga Rodger in the next room crushing cheeks. I'm crying on the couch praying for a miracle. Kelly says she'll brb and goes to the bathroom. I take a knee like Kapernick like God show me a way. I look in the corner of my eye and see a escape rope. I respawned outside and walked my ass home. By the time I get to the crib I see the Falcons pull a Golden state and choke. I won the bet Sunday. I haven't seen Rodger since. Pray for him them bitches prob kidnaped him. I just want my money yo.

I'm over at this one girl crib because her parents don't give a fuck about her and they never home. It's me, my boy Rodger and two other gir...