thread for me and you to argue in motherfucker

[The Hand That Fisted Everyone]

Talk shit to me knock your ass out make you dream of suckin dicks you like to suck on your free time and sometimes even on company time

[ncba93ivyase]

Southerners are 100% fags no joke and no exception s

[6M69I69B9]

notsid do you need a socking

[The Hand That Fisted Everyone]

Southerners are 100% fags no joke and no exception s

gonna barf in your bed when you're not lookin

[ME##]

why not just set his bed on fire

[Samus Aran]

dinner > supper

[6M69I69B9]

notsid do you need a sucking

i meant a socking

tfw im so lame

smh

#groaning

[Samus Aran]

Freudian slip

[don't let's]

Southerners are 100% fags no joke and no exception s

gonna barf in your bed when you're not lookin

my cat would do that to my sisters sometimes when they would annoy her

[silvertone]

The cat is an eastern interpretation of southern hospitality.

[Cookie]

im thinking of getting a cat to keep da mice away

[PLEASEHELP1991]

fatherfucker - peaches

[The Hand That Fisted Everyone]

dinner > supper

Only True Salt of The Earth Blue Collar Desperados Enjoy The Hard Working Man's Meal of Supper

Why don't you lift your pinky and shove it up your ass elitist Fuck Knob

[Boogus Epirus Aurelius]

You just spent a hard day on the range wrangling up the last of the cattle before winter.
You're cold, exhausted, tired and hungry.
Pop a match on the scratched, sun-washed brim of your hat and get the campfire started as the sun just starts bobbing below the horizon.
The night is unseasonably warm, so dew starts to form on the grass that the day's cattle are grazing on, but it's dry around the fire.


Just as the sun disappears, you sit down to your supper; canned beans, trail biscuits and beef.

Then, you think about those nancy pants sallies that call it dinner.

[ncba93ivyase]

You just spent a hard day on the range wrangling up the last of the cattle before winter.
You're cold, exhausted, tired and hungry.
Pop a match on the scratched, sun-washed brim of your hat and get the campfire started as the sun just starts bobbing below the horizon.
The night is unseasonably warm, so dew starts to form on the grass that the day's cattle are grazing on, but it's dry around the fire.


Just as the sun disappears, you sit down to your supper; canned beans, trail biscuits and beef.

Then, you think about those nancy pants sallies that call it dinner.

quoting this so you can't delete it fucker