stop promoting tiny penises. we need a supreme race of nothing but huge dicks. kill off the weak meated. survival of the thickest. Charles darwang. Charles dongwin. DongWang. cock
look at this #gif. this is a being that fear not god, nor fatal wound nor death. in fact he laughs, quiet joyously, in death’s face. he is missing half of his body. he is skewered by an icicle. but does it phase him? no. he has surpassed this world’s simple minded way of life. he has reached mantra. he has removed god from his throne and god was willing
what do men want? it’s sausage. so much sausage. tons of sausage. They want their chapped. Burly lips wrapped around a length of greasy sausage as it runs over their tongues, probes, and then gently slides down the back of their throats
so my roommate often talks in his sleep
normally it’s just things in spanish, or gibberish, or fragments of sentences
but tonight his true colors came out and i hear him say excitedly
"Yeah guys, and now it’s time to Bedazzle everything.”
date a girl who reads books
just fuck the book.
put ya dick in the book
FUCK THE BOOK
PUT YA DICK IN THE BOOK
y’know, sometimes i wonder: IS there a god up there? god creates things that cause catastrophe, chaos, horror. he must have a reason. people say he’s all loving, but if he is up there, why must he create the horrors of the world? does he do it to have us mortals appreciate the good things in our lifetimes more? or does he just play tricks with us, see how long until we become distrustful and betray one another? questions like these haven’t been answered quite yet, but i hope someday, someone out there will find the answers that humanity has longed for since the beginning of time.
Leonardo DiCaprio in Don’s Plum
"Looks like we’re playing a new game huh? Fuck you?"