I pray to fing God none of you replicas have children.Maybe we don't have children? Maybe we find it amusing? Maybe we are thespians? Who knows
I pray to fing God none of you replicas have children.Maybe we don't have children? Maybe we find it amusing? Maybe we are thespians? Who knows
Remove your thought. It doth abuse your bosom.Does it feel like there’s actually three or four of you sitting on that sofa? Genuine question? Not talking about your size, I just wonder how these personalities work?
Never a day you can’t mention titties you weird tRemove your thought. It doth abuse your bosom.
If any wretch have put this in your head,
Let heaven requite it with the serpent’s curse,
For if she be not honest, chaste, and true.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!I pray to fing God none of you replicas have children.
Maybe you are fsMaybe we don't have children? Maybe we find it amusing? Maybe we are thespians? Who knows
It's like an episode of the Stetson WivesI pray to fing God none of you replicas have children.
你是一个可怜的被下药的人Well this is becoming awkward-er
So far these not Kayleigh’s speak mandarin, can afford to saunter off to Orlando and recite poetry of the whim, and yet here they are. If only they could project all that energy on their children instead of just launching straight up projectiles
And yes, we all know it’s not you commenting, k bye x
She’s not definitely not triggered and clearly living her best lifeSexual harassment? Try again Jeff xx
wretched soul, bruised with adversity,Sexual harassment? Try again Jeff xx
Keep up Paul, I know prose is probably not your thing but is vulgarity all you know...Maybe you are fs
Kaykespeare has entered the chat.Remove your thought. It doth abuse your bosom.
If any wretch have put this in your head,
Let heaven requite it with the serpent’s curse,
For if she be not honest, chaste, and true.
I woz erewretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burdened with light weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.
Get thy wabs out for soothwretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burdened with light weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.
Ooooh can I be Othello to your Lago?O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; it is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
I prithee speak to me as to thy thinkings.Ooooh can I be Othello to your Lago?