ERYFKRAD
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He's a spider, his hands are legs too, so it's like playing eight limbed basketball with a football.an intellectual game of true football does not get unbalanced by such crude tactics.
He's a spider, his hands are legs too, so it's like playing eight limbed basketball with a football.an intellectual game of true football does not get unbalanced by such crude tactics.
He should be happy. Ten years later and his mom would have turned him into a tranny.Every shitty parenting story reminds me of
I once created a huge pile of Lego kingdoms in the family room hardly anyone used. It was my childhood magnum opus, I even called it "Castle Lego." Then one day I woke up to the shock and terror of my father disassembling and throwing it all in a big bin. I screeched in my squeaky child voice what the meaning of this was and he looked at me, said good morning, I inquired loudly again, and he said to me nonchalantly, "Cleaning up your faggy blockhead toys, what does it look like?" I told him it was a project, it was my pride and joy and he laughed then smacked me in the face and said, "Shut up you little fucking BITCH. Go outside and play football like your brothers. Pussy." So I did. I played football.
Every shitty parenting story reminds me of
I, for one, would be happy if my future children want to sleep in. If they get up any earlier than 12, they might wake me up with their noisome activity!