At least this time I know how to ignore, the last time it took me way too long to figure out.It's like the good old days in here now
Still traumatised
Delusive angie @delusive_angie10
Still traumatised
Hit ignore it vanishes
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Makeup with Demi
Makeup with Demi
charlies oxygen
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I didn't have henry down as a gay i always thought he wanted to slurp off sheryl and zias prune flaps. Wheres deadwood ffs may aswell put pineapples seeping fanny here too
Henry has me on ignore the little b 
Shes a fing mess
charlies oxygen
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Angies on if your boredom has hit an all time low she's recovered from her pretend breakdown and is having a party
I can deal with Porn but am I do reading Shrek bedtime stories again
This is new for me but Iโm still a bit queasy from the photos
Nothing like seeing someone eat s and a bit of man on man action to round off a Monday night
Get some new material
Henry Hoover slammed the metal bars of his jail cell, his face contorted with rage. He had served his time for racism, but his hatred burned hotter than ever. As he was released, he vowed to spread his toxic beliefs.
Walking down the street, Henry noticed a group of people sitting at a cafe. Among them was RedRedWine, a poet known for her activism and kind heart. Henry sneered at her, making his way over.
"You think you're better than us, RedRedWine?" Henry's voice dripped with malice.
RedRedWine looked up, her eyes narrowing. "I think love is better than hate, Henry. You should try it sometime."
Henry laughed, a bitter sound that echoed through the quiet street. "Love is for the weak. I'll never change."
Suddenly, a young child ran up to RedRedWine, hugging her tightly. The innocence in the child's eyes sparked something in Henry's hardened heart. He let out a deep sigh, feeling a flicker of doubt.
"Maybe... maybe there's another way," Henry whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.
And in that moment, Henry Hoover's journey towards redemption began.
Walking down the street, Henry noticed a group of people sitting at a cafe. Among them was RedRedWine, a poet known for her activism and kind heart. Henry sneered at her, making his way over.
"You think you're better than us, RedRedWine?" Henry's voice dripped with malice.
RedRedWine looked up, her eyes narrowing. "I think love is better than hate, Henry. You should try it sometime."
Henry laughed, a bitter sound that echoed through the quiet street. "Love is for the weak. I'll never change."
Suddenly, a young child ran up to RedRedWine, hugging her tightly. The innocence in the child's eyes sparked something in Henry's hardened heart. He let out a deep sigh, feeling a flicker of doubt.
"Maybe... maybe there's another way," Henry whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.
And in that moment, Henry Hoover's journey towards redemption began.
Charlie did you just post and delete your own vagina
You read my mind
charlies oxygen
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i spelt something wrong
