Raphael Luciano sounds like a normal hippie dad who took issue with some flabby low IQ pollack dropout trying to suck his 12 year old daughters feet. Your version of events is pretty telling.
Lol you post about fucking children like 2 or 3 times a day.
Plz be all you can be and be a corpse. Thx mike.
2019-11-26 at 2:10 PM UTC
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Peach cobbler doesn't use corn syrup you fuckin dandy
Fake news
You don't deserve to even be under the same roof as that sainted woman's cobbler
2019-11-26 at 1:38 PM UTC
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As a WAHtemalan, you would resent this fact
They hand rolled in sheaves of birch bark. It's where the Cubans stole the idea from.
2019-11-26 at 1:32 PM UTC
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I would've ripped it out a long time ago, but it'd mean I'd have to drag every fucking thing out of the room and keep it somewhere while I ripped it out.
It's black and matted with heroin and carbon from foils and water from spilled shots. It's just fucked. But I also live in a gigantic pile of trash bc I never unpacked my moving boxes and I can't bring myself to wash dishes more than once a week. All my clean clothes go on my mattress and I sleep next to them since there's no more room to hang things after I stacked a bunch of shit in the closet.
The biggest crop in the colonies was Tabasco
Checkmate, lib.
I'm sure all the Indians were proud transgendered communists who totally didn't steal all the pilgrims whiskey and cigarettes. I believe you.
#believe_all_§m£ÂgØLs
2019-11-26 at 1:17 PM UTC
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I forgot which one is worse.
Any Mexican I've ever known bristles at being referred to as Salvadoran or Guatemalan.
Which is sort of hilarious.
2019-11-26 at 1:12 PM UTC
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There's way too much crap for that. And the carpet is absolutely fucked since it's where I got high for 11 of my 13 years
2019-11-26 at 12:59 PM UTC
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I would have to spend an hour cleaning up before I felt even a little bit comfortable taking a picture
2019-11-26 at 12:48 PM UTC
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She'd probably take a bite and comment on how flaky the crust was, and then yell about what an asshole you were for an hour after you left.
The ancestral spirits of El Salvador hang their heads in shame at your folly.