When we take the shill's tactics and turn them into JOKES…Priceless.
Fuck all you glorious faggots.
You rock.
Nohomo.
Well, just a touch. Don't forget the mustard.
KEK
Nah, just spooping around and doing my thing until I come across something. And a little high, just realized I hadn't started scrolling this bread yet.
Firefox will be so pissed.
I might agree with you.
I want to bitchslap her when she speaks, but when she's listening? I feel like she's being a trolling sneaky bitch and don't mind her so much.
I mean…there's Hayley then there's Hellery.
I'm chill either way.
And I do in fact know all of my neighbors within a few miles. Because in the mountain winters we depend on one another. Bigly.
That's just how we roll here.
Aliens?
Who knows.
Truth? Yes please. Whichever way it goes. The Father is truth, all else is a bonus.
Or, and this is just one of the many things it could cover: volcanic smoke peeking up from some of the volcanoes and buttes.
Sounds like the papers for my father's adoption…motherfuckers.