I gotta bang out this volume like a cheap prostitute taking back shots at a hotel on Lamar. It's never gonna be quantity
its always quality, like the time you should spend with your wife and kids...but don't cause you got a drinking problem and
your dick stopped working after you got hit over the head with a dildo that fell out the closet.
its always quality, like the time you should spend with your wife and kids...but don't cause you got a drinking problem and
your dick stopped working after you got hit over the head with a dildo that fell out the closet.
Speaking of string...yeah, I know you were thinking there was no way I would ever make sense with a title to a blog....it's not
a fucking song people. This is not the chorus for fucks sake. But....big butt.....love those...but still....the title took me
back to when I was a kid...
I remember being a kid and grabbing a couple of the latest Masters of the Universe figures at K-mart. I got Cobra Khan....cool motherfucker
could spit water and shit...and then I got Webstor. Now I didn't realize as a dumb-ass kid this was all throw away characters made to sell more
toys....I just knew these shits were lit. I was like hell yeah this dude got fucking strings and shit and can hang from walls.....that is until you
unwind it one fucking time with the little grapple hook and it breaks. Then you bury Cobra Khans head cause Fakor took He-mans place and wasn't with
that live and let live bullshit.
Of course I tossed Webstor in the closet since he was just an ugly ass bitch after his string didn't work anymore....bumpy head ass ho, and Cobra Khan too
since I got called back to the house and forgot where I buried his damn head. That is until about ten years later when I happened to find it....I was like
Wait whats this shit? Bam shrunken head.com. That could be a porno couldn't it....it makes the mind wander....Either way I left his head there since I didn't want like some toy story ghost and shit whuppin my ass when I disturbed the grave or some shit.
Anyways, side story done....I loved yarn and shit as a kid....not to knit or any gay shit like that....for the fact it was cool af like playing in the sink and drowning grasshoppers. You could use that thing called imagination to all kids of shit.....like have Spider-man web up a tornado then use it to toss bad guys in like a blender....
What? Your Spider-man wasn't a secret sociopath alcoholic? He didn't take drugs and choke hookers? Not that there's anything wrong with that.....
a fucking song people. This is not the chorus for fucks sake. But....big butt.....love those...but still....the title took me
back to when I was a kid...
I remember being a kid and grabbing a couple of the latest Masters of the Universe figures at K-mart. I got Cobra Khan....cool motherfucker
could spit water and shit...and then I got Webstor. Now I didn't realize as a dumb-ass kid this was all throw away characters made to sell more
toys....I just knew these shits were lit. I was like hell yeah this dude got fucking strings and shit and can hang from walls.....that is until you
unwind it one fucking time with the little grapple hook and it breaks. Then you bury Cobra Khans head cause Fakor took He-mans place and wasn't with
that live and let live bullshit.
Of course I tossed Webstor in the closet since he was just an ugly ass bitch after his string didn't work anymore....bumpy head ass ho, and Cobra Khan too
since I got called back to the house and forgot where I buried his damn head. That is until about ten years later when I happened to find it....I was like
Wait whats this shit? Bam shrunken head.com. That could be a porno couldn't it....it makes the mind wander....Either way I left his head there since I didn't want like some toy story ghost and shit whuppin my ass when I disturbed the grave or some shit.
Anyways, side story done....I loved yarn and shit as a kid....not to knit or any gay shit like that....for the fact it was cool af like playing in the sink and drowning grasshoppers. You could use that thing called imagination to all kids of shit.....like have Spider-man web up a tornado then use it to toss bad guys in like a blender....
What? Your Spider-man wasn't a secret sociopath alcoholic? He didn't take drugs and choke hookers? Not that there's anything wrong with that.....
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