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bitches love my average height swag

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i’m a 5’6 american woman(?ish) you fucking cretin

bitches love my average height swag

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bitches love my average height swag

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just got back to my home state of georgia after a few months of being away, and right now i’m eating a peach from the farmer’s market. i think this has sparked my ascension to redneck nirvana. i can hear a faint banjo in the distance. an eagle just flew over my head. now i’m undergoing an anime-style magical girl transformation from my t-shirt and shorts into a pair of overalls and a straw hat. the carabiner stays put because i’m not only a southerner but also a faggot. my usage of the word “y’all” is about to become 3000% more frequent. this peach is so good i’m gonna nut

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they can pry my birth control out of my cold dead pussy

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Hello patriotic soldier

wassup gamer

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being gay is a choice but being evil is a lifestyle

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that’s a myth created by big penis to sell more sex

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the rate of the boing is so important

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i’m just a yuri girl in a yaoi world

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art imitates all day rat breakfast

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i’m giving it the sock sock 3000

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god i love mexican food... as of now, i am Fucking Up my second bowl of lupita’s queso w chips and salsa like there is Absolutely No Tomorrow In Sight. and of course, i’ll be showing not an OUNCE of mercy to this poor quesadilla. my side of rice? devoured. and may god help any churro in this establishment thinking it may yet go uneaten. the jarritos in the fridge shiver not at the cold, but at the mere notion of my seat at the table. the dishes themselves all shudder in terror at the sound of me opening the menu, for they know that today is the day of their reckoning. they know that the hour is at hand, and my food’s delicious death knell rings out clear as my silverware clinks together in the wake of my meal’s destruction.

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i LOVE slorping on the balls! as long as i can chew them afterwards

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call me a gay man the way i’m entering jim (gym)

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the creature has devoured its prey