2017-04-23 at 6:16 PM UTC
kroz
weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
Originally posted by BonerSoup
I drink 8'o clock original. Pre-ground if my market has it. My buddy is trying to turn me on to some hippy dippy hipster shit that cost way to much and frankly, i could give two shits less about the taste or the Colombian children that handle it.
hell yeah 8oclcok rox for the price
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2017-04-23 at 6:18 PM UTC
kroz
weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
Originally posted by BonerSoup
I drink 8'o clock original. Pre-ground if my market has it. My buddy is trying to turn me on to some hippy dippy hipster shit that cost way to much and frankly, i could give two shits less about the taste or the Colombian children that handle it.
your friend is a gay pedo and likes the semen residue.
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2017-04-23 at 6:32 PM UTC
When hipsters move into your community with money and try and pretend they're making the neighborhood nicer with a breakfast store or some fancy concept store where they get you to wrap your own gifts in their wrapping store or make you make your own pizza the way you like it in their pizzeria while they sit and tell you what you're doing wrong.. you know your community is about to be Gentrified!
There goes the neighborhood. they are the masters of mind control
2017-04-23 at 8:54 PM UTC
Crow's feet are ingrained on my face
And I'm living too late
Try to wash the black off my face, but it's ingrained
And I'm living too late
Sleepless, in-control spleen
A green [ace for Millie] must have [stump tripod] in the genes
I'm immune to things
In my dreams
I saw through the trees
O'er the poison river locks
Fork treacherous would beat
But still my heart it is rock
Finally going through old parasite gate
But there's a 24-hour clock watch
And I'm living too late
Think
Sometimes life is like a new bar
Plastic seats, beer below par
Food with no taste, music grates
I'm living too late
Once talking was my favourite while
But now I'm no conversationeer
The thrill is done
Maybe I'm living too long
The daylight
I see trouble on the streets
Fearing catastrophe to meet
Walk down the devil's boulevard
But still my heart is hard
They say the [cellars] were't even black
But I know they're wrong
Think it's one
2017-04-24 at 2:14 PM UTC
Captain Falcon must be a dedicated Paki spy for the US Government involved in corruption regarding 9/11 he calls me a lunatic everytime I bring up anything related to corporate management corruption for the DoD. I guess he believes in the original NIST story.
2017-04-24 at 2:14 PM UTC
puyere spped pwder paste dippd in ma butthole
2017-04-25 at 8:20 PM UTC
Zanick
motherfucker
[my p.a. supernal goa]
Coffee is like wine, in that it tells a story about the place it comes from. Roasting it well is an art: the roaster has to understand the chemical composition of the beans and make intelligent choices that bring their natural flavors to the foreground of your palette. When you buy properly made coffee (not whatever Starbucks has scorched and distilled for the masses) it's a totally different experience. For me, this is an everyday learning process, but even if you just care about your coffee once in a while, it can be very rewarding.
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