I aint in denial about shit.
Yet, you're still here. While you're festering, ask yourself this: If Conq
were my lapdog, wouldn't a certain condition of yours be as publicly known as some of your other, self admitted, bad habits?
Shit, you know exactly what I'm talking about and I'm trying to be a gentleman here. Stay Down.
Dude, I don't give a fuck what you have to say about anything.
And no, it wouldn't be publicly known, you fucking dunce, because there would only be one source for it. If lap dog said anything too personal it would have been a give away. I needed to wait the mental projecting for that to happen.
Big fucking deal, I have psoriasis. Think I give a fuck what you or anyone else has to say about it?
You would have to climb a fucking ladder to hold something over my head, Sparky.
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Thinking of cracked-out and/or tweaking whores getting their throats and asses brutalized for the next hit makes me hard. --Rear Admiral
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