Originally posted by CandyRein
Since when is taco sauce a dangerous material
I squirted a taco sauce packet in the hair of a little girl I liked in 3rd grade. Don’t ask me why. It seemed like a logical move at the time. Her dad was not happy,but fortunately he and I were already about the same size.
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Originally posted by iam_asiam68
and btw, you can see my picture to the left or my picture which haggy has saved…but this is the person asking you these questions you inbred retarded worthless mother fucker…
When you shoot up a mosque, plz give me a shout out
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I would let Candy live in the big house and sleep at the foot of the bed teach her how to read with chalk on the back of a shovel bc im a good dude like that.
Master Casper 2020
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Dat belushi mang, mmmm, Start off with very little. Like .05 or .1 max to .2 or so of heroin. Kinda depends on whether you want to go for a ride or just put a little Cajun spice on your heroin. I never did them together bc I was too scared of ending up a fat dead hunk of meat like Chris Farley, but I’ve done a shot and then snorted bits. Stims just don’t agree with me in general. Coke and nitrous was one of the least pleasant nights I can remember. I can only imagine how much that’d be amplified by having your bell properly rung.
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I once knew this nigger named G who was an absolute nigger like a gigantic nigger.
His mom was a super diversity black neighborhood council mucketymuck and she had a ton of money and they lived 8n Baldwin Hills.
G was just an absolute garbage person mostly bc he knew his mom would bail him out.
He went to Beverly Hills high, and as the token black kid, started his own crip “set” entitled Beverly Hills Baby Gangster Crips. I once had the pleasure of witnessing one of his friends tell him during a gun deal that he needed to stop running his mouth about shit “on neighborhood”, bc he wasn’t a fucking crip, he was driving his moms car, and we had just returned from his college tutoring session.
Anyway G is a huuuuuuuge dumpster fire. Just as a handful of quick examples, he made his Mexican gf give him head in a crowded restaurant full of people while he smoked a foil of heroin, and then proceeded to urinate beer piss all over every seat in the back row of INDIANA JONES AND THE K8NGDOM OF THE CRYSTAL SKULL which he procla8med to be “white people shit”. He was probably right. He also had some of the worst hygiene I’ve ever seen in my life. He smelled like constant BO despite wearing $1500 outfits. He reached in his pants to scratch his balls constantly and always wanted to hit your blunt. He threw up multiple times a day. Just nasty nasty fucking dude.
Anyway I get a call fro his gf one night and she’s frantic and needs me there. Not wanting to lose one of my best customers, I head over.
I get there and she answers the door with a bloody mouth. I walk inside and he’s at the kitchen sink, eyes closed drooling, eating a piece of fried kpchicken with one hand and lazily masturbating with the other. They got in a fight when she wouldn’t give him the last of her heroin, so he then took the heroin, did the rest of the cocaine, took some ambien, and then 8 expired sample packs of Zyprexa that he had for some strange reason. So now he’s sleepwalking, completely unconscious! Eating chicken and jerking off.For years I had a whole drawer full of 2007 zyprexa covered I black char melted balloons and baking soda, bc steph asked me to take all the stuff that night.
But yeah. Way to be a stereotype bro.
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Originally posted by HTS
For real though haircuts are my personal hell - being strapped into a chair and forced to socialize solely through meaningless small talk with a total stranger, with a 50/50 chance I hate what they do to my hair and yet I'll still be obligated to pay and feel obligated to tip them. It's fucking horrible. Fuck that. Nope.
I wish I had the balls to say "in silence" when they ask how I'd like my hair cut, but that's abrasive af and they'd probably think I was a piece of shit. *sigh*
So yeah, I don't get my hurr did. Ever.
Well it’s a choice you made
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The Mayor of El Segundo always had this prize winning pumpkin. Super small town white people shit. Thing was like 60 lb and the size of a balance ball. Anyway some hooligans decided to drink a bunch of old crow and get into some mischief so they stole the pumpkin and we’re going to toss it in the ocean but Pats faggy shortbed F150 couldn’t handle Grand Hill and this fucking squash boulder shot out the side of the bed and goes rolling into traffic. Completely caves in the back of an Isuzu stopped at the bottom of the hill. The lil banditos had to dip scrape to hermosa for a bit so avoid prosecution for squash shenanigans but no one got murked and Flippo n Justin got a ski job from some big titted nerd chick on some serious #metoo vibes but it’s all good in the hood mis carnales.
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