could i get a sour belt cookie id pack and flag?/nf
sour belt id pack
sourbeltcharic : a gender relating to sour belt cookie from cookie run ( ovenbreak ) , you may feel connected to her , like her , or feel like you are her ( coined by me )
names : cheshette , trick , coy , scout , skittle , gummy / gummie , fluorescence , coronet , renne , vee , satin , tailor / tailoress , arabella , macia , maeven , aubrey / audrey , yarn , maite , elodie , rouge , rogue , punkette , punklita , cher , rebel / rebelle , rebelde
pronouns : ribbon / ribbons , frill / frills , ruffle / ruffles , sew / sews , ve / ver , sour / sours , tease / teases , silk / silks , tailor / tailors , sie / sier , fabric / fabrics , punk / punks , fabric / fabrics , button / buttons , zip / zipper , zipper / zipper , thread / threads , mannequin / mannequins , pin / pins , stitch / stitchs , seam / seams , string / strings , glam / glams , spark / sparks , pow / pows , belt / belts
i hope you like it anon :3c
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Minnie
J’étais au karaoké avec la Licorne américaine et ses amis. C’était pas une soirée de chant ordinaire. Les gens sur scène avait le droit de se déshabiller pendant leur numéro.
J’avais remarqué un couple à quelques tables de la nôtre. La fille portait des oreilles de chat et un costume trashy kinky. Tu sais, des bas résille, des gants rayés un peu emo. Des cheveux courts de punkette. Et surtout, elle était tenue en laisse par son partenaire.
Ils sont montés sur scène ensemble. Ils avaient l’air de préparer un mauvais coup. Elle s’est mise à chanter un truc pop insignifiant, en jouant les gamines. Et petit à petit, c’est le gars en chemise de soie qui s’est mis à lui retirer ses vêtements devant nos yeux, pendant qu’elle tentait de lire les paroles devant elle sans être déconcentrée. Et qu’il se mettait derrière elle en la touchant vulgairement. En retirant son top, son soutien gorge s’est retrouvé au dessus de ses seins. Elle portait des porte jarretelles. Elle a timidement tenté de replacer ce qu’il lui restait sur le corps. La foule criait de délice.
Je tenais la main de ma Licorne américaine, et je ne pensais qu’à une chose. Je veux faire le meme numéro. Je me suis dit que je voulais préparer un show semblable avec lui. Je voudrais qu’il me manipule comme elle se faisait manipuler devant tout le monde.
Quand ils sont partis sous les applaudissements et les cris de joie, j’ai regardé la licorne, avec un regard allumé. Il m’a fait un clin d’œil complice. Je ne sais pas si il pensait à la meme chose que moi. Je vais devoir lui en parler ce soir.
J’ai hâte de retourner dans d’autres soirées stimulantes comme ça.
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#Imfreakingthaphuckout 🇫🇷
-What do you think of punks?
- Well they are good for nothing
-Oooh... Yes I don't really like those people
Droogz Droogz Droogz Droogz Droogz Droogz Brigade!
Dac dac! Dac dac! Dac dac!
Like a cinder block fall
{Verse 1: Staff the unstable}
I come like a cinder block fall (beng)
Sir listen to the harpsichord
Her skull was scattering like a tatin pie
It's exquisite, this cloud of drizzle in the stands
Yes breathe in this sweet perfume perfume, the smell of Evil
Anarchic public
Sound is sharing, son
Here is some attractive barbarism, AL'BRATCHNI
Quick, my fine blade rhymes with your rifle
I want you active as long as it squirts on the battery
Come ! Come and drink the moloko from the barrel
Go ahead, roll a beefy joko, you understood the story
It quickly ends up in shavings, like a lamb faced with crocodiles
All your big dreams that are too beautiful end up being pecked at by crows
In life when you pass a course you stop chasing
If you push the sound of the infamous four you will have your holes dilated
In concert we release flames to see the crowd grimacing You hear the crew of pirates, it's Staff the unstable the Droogz brigadier!
{Chorus: Al'Tarba}
It's for the punkettes, the keupons
Pogote with your Nodz!
Forget the slaps, the pom shots
Pogote with your Nodz!
If there are hippies in the room
Pogote with your Nodz, bro!
And kreukreu! Stable! Stable!
Pogote with your Nodz!
It's for the punkettes, the keupons
Pogote with your Nodz!
Forget the slaps, the pom shots
Pogote with your Nodz!
If there are hippies in the room
Pogote with your Nodz, bro!
And kreukreu! Stable! Stable!
Pogote with your Nodz!
{Verse 2: Al'Tarba}
Me, I want the crowd to ignite like a dirty crack cake
Hey yo taff, taff, pull a latte then you slap
Dream during the day, nightmare when I sleep
Truce of colors, black wins
Zen gets clogged, the liver smells strong
Test the pulse I'm already dead!
And to believe, and to believe, that I'm sick in my head
And in the evening, and in the evening, I walk non-stop
And sometimes, and sometimes, I'm seriously dirty, I feel the hate
The black lady, the black lady, opens her pussy to me, I have to fuck her
There's ass and drugs
It's like a gonzo psychedelic
Hippies eat shots
Return these gonz' to the selective sorting
I dream that they die and rot in the ground
I have migraines, dental problems
I like drunkenness and smile when I shower
(Bwaaah!) too much whiskey in the glass!
{Bridge}
Pogote, pogote, pogote, pogote!
Dac dac! Dac dac! Dac dac! Dac dac! Dac dac!
{Chorus: Al'Tarba}
It's for the punkettes, the keupons
Pogote with your Nodz!
Forget the slaps, the pom shots
Pogote with your Nodz!
If there are hippies in the room
Pogote with your Nodz, bro!
And kreukreu! Stable! Stable!
Pogote with your Nodz!
It's for the punkettes, the keupons
Pogote with your Nodz!
Forget the slaps, the pom shots
Pogote with your Nodz!
If there are hippies in the room
Pogote with your Nodz, bro!
And kreukreu! Stable! Stable!
Pogote with your Nodz!
Pogote with your Nodz!
Pogote with your Nodz!
Pogote with your Nodz, bro!
Pogote with your Nodz!
{Verse 3: Sad Vicious}
There's a voodoo expert from the streets of Toulouse
A kind of Bernard Werber worshiping Cthulhu
(Dac!) my raps leave craters
(Dac!) it's war in my brain
I rant and it scares you
I have alien patterns, adversaries
Struggle and stop believing it
When I catch flies with chopsticks
To tell the truth, after ten tarpés I am amnesiac
Tired of this life destroying me, that doesn't make me happy
I have the Shabazz album, yo I know the good dope
And then I don't see myself honoring your big crap
Oh! Oh! It's the Droogies on the attack! (Dac!)
We come back in force like Old Boy or Guy Mariano
You will say bravo to us since we are the most karacho
Burn your radio you see the painting be crazy it's not a thalasso!
In short when I bark like Sergeant Hartman must
Groove until you regain your composure, like gazpacho!
{Chorus: Al'Tarba}
It's for the punkettes, the keupons
Pogote with your Nodz!
Forget the slaps, the pom shots
Pogote with your Nodz!
If there are hippies in the room
Pogote with your Nodz, bro!
And kreukreu! Stable! Stable!
Pogote with your Nodz!
It's for the punkettes, the keupons
Pogote with your Nodz!
Forget the slaps, the pom shots
Pogote with your Nodz!
If there are hippies in the room
Pogote with your Nodz, bro!
And kreukreu! Stable! Stable!
Pogote with your Nodz!
Pogote with your Nodz!
Pogote with your Nodz!
Pogote with your Nodz, bro!
Pogote with your Nodz!
{Outro: sample}
I'm not dramatizing Mary, I'm not drunk. Do you think, do you think I dwell on my shitty spell? Absolutely not, I was fucked like a whore...
But you know, I believe that one day a man will come and love me...
We are super happy together, we find each other, as we are well...
@luna-zylum 🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺
Pogotte avec ton nodz by Droogz Brigade
https://genius.com/Droogz-brigade-pogote-avec-ton-nodz-lyrics
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