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YOU KNOW, MAYBE IT'S NOT THE BIRTH CONTROL THAT MAKES ME A RAGING B-WORD, MAYBE IT'S YOUR LYING HORNY BUTT CONSTANTLY TRYING TO JUMP MY SHIT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FRICKING NIGHT. "BUT I CAN'T SLEEP UNLESS I FRICK YOU!" EVEN IF I BELIEVED THAT FRICKING BULLSHIT, I DON'T GIVE A FRICK. I'LL KNOCK OVER A VET'S OFFICE AND SLIP HORSE TRANQUILIZERS INTO YOUR FRICKING ICED TEA IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO GET YOU TO LEAVE ME THE FRICK ALONE AND GET SOME FRICKING SHRED OF SLEEP AT NIGHT. LIKE BEING UP EVERY 3 HOURS WHILE THIS KID GRUNTS AND STRAINS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO SQUIRT LIQUID SHIT OUT OF HIS BUTT ISN'T EXHAUSTING ENOUGH, YOU EXPECT ME TO PLAY "SEXY SLEEP FAIRY" WITH YOU. GO FIND A FRICKING WHORE, I HOPE YOU GET GONORRHEA AND YOUR PEEPEE FALLS OFF YOU FRICKING SELFISH PRICK.

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