3.7.25

she rolled her eyesworked to keep her mouth from dropping open
                                                               You’re a sick puppy.

One womans opinion  As yasay a small sample size

You share that tidbit with anyone else?

Ya think it but a tidbit  A small tasty morsel

                                                No   Just thought it up

Morsel?

I said

Immorsel.
Look at you  Im rubbing off'
                                 Must say tha makes me proud
Immoral.  In cas . .
. . In case  Like Id miss thaChrist
                                    Too many people pointing fingers accusations of moral morality immoral Like these cunts care
Years ago
Ill remind you

Know what you’re problem is?

Love when I told wha my problem is

You’re problem, you haven’t enough money to be immoral.
                                                                   Tha I liken to cruelty
Liken to depravity

Fortyseven Thirtyfour count felon
                                    Depraved
An those under him are tryin to be as depraved                                        

Quit morals

Worthless against these cunts


So no
         Im no sick puppy

Callin a spade a spade

    Really?

Ja

Correct me if I’m wrong.

Wont hesitate a sec

 

    He’s not in a coma. He’s utilizing his time.
Spot on

1531,  reggaefriday,  27  6. 25
1625,  Thursday,  3  7. 25
Pianza  When Thoughts Drown You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTHQ17jE95Y

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