You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
The federal right to stuff yourself until you swell up like a balloon, towering over the cities like a massive blob of flesh, a big ball of meat stolen from those who were unworthy and will return to the unworthy when, like all monsters, it falls to the people of the world.
The Crucifixtion of the Proud Buffalo on a Dinner Plate, Acryllic, Stonemasonry, Astral Projections, 11' by 8' by 4' by 82' by 16', Artist was born in a hole in the dirt.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Nine posts up, but whatever. People of Walmart angers me, and I dislike it whenever it pops up. It's just like those threads dedicated to mocking people, except regular people going about their daily business doing nothing of note, except an entire freaking site. Not all of it has to do with how people dress either, like this is actually kind of cool (and I don't even much care for tattoos), this is a colorful mullet (the horror), and what's wrong with this aside from two people being rather unusual dress for a regular place like Walmart? Point is, it's ridiculous, cheap, and disgusting.
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the sequel
finale of the swagbutt trilogy
moo.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Not you two either
Yes, YES, you two, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
AKA Every Day We Be Smoking That Dank Weed and Making Out in the Hallway Crevices
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I could get a more comprehensive work on Kongregate.
Still
Nothing on Kongregate has allowed me to call a girl Shinkick
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I don't care if it's your fault. I want to banish it to the realm of non-existence.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Monster Nurse
Haaaaaaa, it doesn't matter as long as the mouths don't match.