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[2017-04-28 20:03:47 +0000 UTC]
"leaving check carrd 4 socials"
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 3002; Deviations: 106; Watchers: 144
Watching: 163; Pageviews: 25946; Comments Made: 3433; Friends: 163
# Interests
Other Interests: my gf's strap# About me
viens me chercher~# Comments
Comments: 668
discord β jd# 8770
instagramβ killmaggots
twitterβ hobiischim
tumblrβ 95sbts
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update: instagramβ koreiiander
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haha lol i forgot my password to this account and i forgot the password to my email for this account too so iβll just put my socials here LMAO
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MINA SAKO ARIGATO, K-K-K-KAWAII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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H e l l o
K I t t y
H e l l o
K I t t y
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.. t a s t e π³π³π³π³π³π³
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I love vocaloid π₯Ίπ₯Ίπ₯Ί
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Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures
Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger
Fuckin' on a scammin' ass, rich ass nigga
Same group of bitches, ain't no adding to the picture
Drop a couple racks, watch this ass get bigger
Drinkin' on liquor, and I'm lookin' at your nigga
If his money right, he can eat it like a Snicker
I ain't got time for you fake ass hoes
Talkin' all loud in them fake ass clothes
Fake ass shoes match their fake ass gold
I'm the realest bitch ever to you snake ass hoes
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up
It's Yung Miami, and I came to run my sack up
Tired ass hoes on my page tryna track us
Brand new chain, City Girls goin' platinum
I keep a baby Glock, I ain't fightin' with no random, period
You bitches weak, is you serious?
I let him taste the pussy, now he actin' all delirious
Did the dash in the Rover like it's Fast and Furious
She see my number in his phone, now you actin' curious (Haha)
He gon' buy me Gucci if I ask for it (yup)
He a classy nigga rockin' Tom Ford (classy)
I bet your lil' sister wanna look like me
I bet your lil' brother wanna fuck on me
Hood bitch, good pussy, I ain't average
Um, he can't come around without that cabbage
Um, pop a pussy bitch quick, like a bubblegum
I ain't never worry, I just deal with it for fun
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up
JT on the track, and you know I'm 'bout my paper
Pussy sweet, pussy tight, so he called it Lifesaver
If your ass a broke nigga, hell nah, I can't meet ya
If your ass a rich nigga, I'ma fuck ya 'til you ain't one
If that nigga a scammer, I'm turning into a dancer (yup)
I make it clap like he got the right answer
Sit on it with manners, get it harder than a hammer
He wanna freak, pussy pink, breast cancer
Oh, you like big butts, well I like big bucks
I don't care about your chain, nigga, or your big truck
Yeah, I know you gettin' it, but is you spendin' it?
Give a fuck what a nigga got if he ain't givin' it (nope)
B-badass bitch, bad attitude (yeah)
Nails done, hair done, ass too (ow)
Your baby daddy fuckin' me and suckin' me
He don't answer you, bitch, that's because of me (period)
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up
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peepee face go eat lard
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how dare they not include melanie's scream in milk & cookies on spotify
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i wanna make a supersonic man out of uΒ Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β
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daily reminder that you are my precious baby and nothing's changing that no matter what ppl say about you and even if they're mean i'll protect you because you're the world to me and you deserve every bit of love i can give you and you're beautiful and perfect and cute and i could go on and on
i love you for you and nothing will change my mind, baby.
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KSDJHDJKS EXCUSE ME IM SOF T
my quest is to write one for u now so hehΒ Β
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oH NO HERE COME THE GODDAMN FEELS IStg andre ur gonna make me cRY
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theyre all gonna leave, you fucking fag.
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i love you too mommy!! <3
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im lov u bro and i mean all the homo
we'll meet again at the border i promise you
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i love you too bro and they better not attack us again smh
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yeah i forgot my mouthwash gun
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HDKDHSKSH FINE LMAO I'LL JUST LET U HAVE THE HOT SAUCE GUN
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haha you've come to the dark side
rock that icon bro
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annoying
fat
arrogant
ignorant
nobody likes you
stop trying
stop talking about yourself
slut
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illegal
ur bootiful
fuck u
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i added u on discord now add me back stinky
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dang
was it a nice shower
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inconsiderate, disappointing slut.
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Sprite Cranberry
November 26th.
2018.
I was 41 years old relaxing on the couch sitting next to my Wife. We were watching a Hallmark Christmas movie. A commercial break begins and I see the same damn Sprite Cranberry Lebron James advertisement.
βWANNA SPRITE CRANBERRY?β It says.
Those words I have heard been blared through my television speaker system countless dozens of times this past week.
Anyways, it gets fairly late, I decide to go to sleep. I go upstairs to brush my teeth; yet as I put the mouthwash in my mouth; it tastes less like a mint and more like a carbonated fruit flavor. I spit it out quickly after tasting it, itβs seemingly magenta colored now.
βI just need sleep.β I think to myself.
I walk to my bed soon afterwards which my dog is laying on. My wife comes to the bed too. My dog often wets the bed, heβs very old and has many gum infections and poor sense of sight and hearing. He often pisses whenever heβs sleeping which is just expected at this point; my Wife and I are both used to the smell.
When we woke up this morning however; the sheets and room didnβt smell like dog piss; it smelled as fruit and sugar. When the dog woke up, underneath him was a wet spot that was seemingly dark pink.
This is not right.
I immediately get myself out of bed with my dog and drive off to the veterinarian. The radio is playing a Los Angeles Lakers basketball game; the announcers keep talking about LeBron James. I attempt to change the channel but it just goes to the same Lakers game. I change to another station; no avail. Seemingly all of the radio stations are the same damn Lakers game. A commercial break plays as it is now halftime.
βItβs the thirst, thirstiest time of year!β
I veer off the road.
This fucking advertisement has been terrorizing me.
βYou want a Sprite Cranberry? LeBron James says.β
I turn off the radio, go back onto the road and drive to the veterinarian where all of the employees are drinking Sprite Cranberries. I get the hell out of there as soon as I fill out the paperwork and drop off my dog. I drive home trying to keep myself sane.
As I walk through the front door, I see my wife screaming in sheer horror in the kitchen. I run over to her asking her βwhatβs wrong?β and trying to comfort her. She points towards the refrigerator. I open it up.
All of our food and drinks have turned into Sprite Cranberries. A massive sense of horror rushes towards me. I need to vomit.
I ran to the toilet to regurgitate out of sheer disgust and horror. I pull up the toilet lid-
Itβs not water in the toilet.
Itβs Sprite Cranberry.
While in the bathroom in a sense of confusion and chaos; all of the cell phones, computers, and televisions in the house turn on to the Los Angeles Lakers basketball game that LeBron James is playing in. There is a commercial playing.
My wife begins to bawl in the kitchen. Iβm scared shitless in the bathroom. Loud knocking ensues on our front door. Adrenaline rushes through me as I sprint downstairs to my shotgun cabinet.
The basement is flooded-
But not with water.
I swim through the carbonated, magenta, sugary, fruity liquid to my shotgun cabinet. I attempt to open up my shotgun cabinet with the normal passcode, 85. I try it; it doesnβt work. I panic and keep trying 85 with no avail. Thatβs what I set my shotgun cabinet passcode to be, for sure!
My wife starts to scream in physical agony upstairs. I think to myself,
βL-LeBron James jersey numberβ¦ ...23β¦β
I try 23. It opens up. I get my shotgun and swim out upstairs. The door has been busted down. I see my wife on the floor yelling for help being pinned down by fucking LeBron James himself attempting to forcefully shove Sprite Cranberry down her throat.
I aim.
I shoot.
Sprite Cranberry gushes all over from LeBron Jamesβ body onto me, my Wife, the floors, the wall, the cabinets, and the ceiling. All of a sudden the televisions, phones, and computers shut off, no longer playing the Lakers Basketball game, no longer playing the damn commercial. All of the food and drinks in the fridge return to normal. The veterinarian calls telling me that my dog is perfectly healthy.
Never will I forget the day that I did not want a Sprite Cranberry.ο»Ώ
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