2019-12-11 at 11:55 PM UTC
He just wants to be best friends with his kid and also be the same age.
2019-12-12 at 2:24 AM UTC
Sometimes it be like that
2019-12-12 at 2:53 AM UTC
And sometimes like that it be.
2019-12-12 at 2:56 AM UTC
Aye sometimes it be like that
2019-12-12 at 3:44 AM UTC
Originally posted by Sudo
Here's Ytter_man's obituary
https://www.sidneyherald.com/obituaries/jake-hunsbedt/article_7219bb86-6c66-50c6-83da-63235892aa4e.html
may Allah bless him and look after his family
edit: he has a much better beard in this pic
You know your life is kinda fucked when in your obituary they have to mention whats in your music collection and what type of public transportation you most enjoy...just to take up time and space.
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2019-12-12 at 9:34 AM UTC
-SpectraL
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[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
Originally posted by CASPER
I mean i dont suggest mine obit would be any better. Its just fucking ddepressing when your life is so un-noteworthy that they have to bust out trivial facts to make it look like you werent a total loser. My life is bland as fuck and my mom doesnt even know what music i listen to so if i die im SOL.
"Casper was... a person. He had two fantastic legs, two strong arms, hair, wore clothing, and always carried at least five dollars on him at all times."
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2019-12-12 at 11:52 AM UTC
Originally posted by -SpectraL
"Casper was… a person. He had two fantastic legs, two strong arms, hair, wore clothing, and always carried at least five dollars on him at all times."
Damn that hit me in my soule bro
RiP 2 I and I
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2019-12-12 at 7:41 PM UTC
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and stumpy legs of wax
Stand in the motel parking lot. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered cell phone lies, whose screen,
And wrinkled motherboard, and queer of old command,
Tell that its user well those cocks stroked
Which yet survive, stamped on his forehead in semen,
The hand that cocked him, and the cock that fed;
And on his spread ass still, these words appear:
My name is WellHung, Weakling of Weaklings;
Look on my anus, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone semen trail stretches far away.”
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