(February 15, 2016 at 6:14 pm)Thena323 Wrote:(February 15, 2016 at 4:21 pm)alpha male Wrote: There once was a writer named pool
Whose poetry stunk like a stool
As he struggled with verse
He cried with a curse
Fuck! Why am I such a tool?
Hateful little fucker, aren't you?
Seriously, Bro...do you even Christian?
No, he doesn't. Instead, he sits on his high horse and judges those around him.
Er... wait... I guess he do as at that.

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