gone in a instant: I am fresh like parsley, or should I say parsnips, cuz when I spits on the board I sticks in your whore, anyays from streets to gutters to your fat cows utters, suckin since day one...son.

Friday, July 22, 2016

I am fresh like parsley, or should I say parsnips, cuz when I spits on the board I sticks in your whore, anyays from streets to gutters to your fat cows utters, suckin since day one...son.

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