One must imagine blunts as happy
you is and you was, but you isn’t ain’t till you isn’t.
Ey its a bop.
Step up! Step up on in heeeeere. We’re selling doors, fake doors. Selling real fake dooooooors
Mmmmmnbbbgfaaa it ids HAMBURG ghhhrrt GERMABY
Sad I can’t add the song to my YouTube playlist
Play that funky midi boooooooooi
Shoutouts to simpleflips
I'm honoured to accept this award on the behalf of the United Nations. This means more to me than you can ever know. I'd like to thank God, but he has his headphones on and probably won't hear me. Instead, I'll thank the demon who sits on my shoulder and constantly whispers words of motivation such as, "You're a slut" and, "Go vegan." I'd also like to thank my children if I ever get to meet them. That is to say: Asmodeus honey we had a deal. You get the kids until their horns and feeding tubes grow in, and I get them until they stop speaking in Cyrillic Aramaic. It's been about twenty years now. I know good and well their tubes have regurgitated by now. At this point, I'm just afraid I'm going to miss their first "words." Please Asmodeus. My heart is always with you. (Primarily because you ripped it out of my chest and delicately placed it, as it still spewed blood, into Lego encrusted jewelry case.) My love for you will not diminish once the children are mine to suffocate with affection. I promise you'll be my one and only for as long as my soul wanders the forbidden flames. That's all I can say. I'm getting choked up. Thank you. Thank you everyone for giving me this chance.
Happy to be here!
What a catchy tune
This is not a comment
I don’t practice Santeria...