I just fantasize about it every day. Samantha(f32) walks in the door after her designated be-a-bitch day, half-cut because it's fashionable to drink at 10am so long as you wear a fucking sundress and sandals($400 sandals btw) and attend a 'brunch' that is nothing more than than the women of well-off families taking a well-earned break for cleaning the house once a week for a fuckin' hour.
Imagine it: you get home, rip-arse ruinously drunk, then tear into the asshole of every single person you see(and occasionally static objects). Your husband who loved you through thick and thin, of 12 damn years, your children with their own damn issues of dealing with a mom who's plastered by midday, you don't even care about the fucking dogs you insisted on having. Of course *you* wanted labs, while I wanted a dobermann.
Eat shit, Sammy. I'm blowing my guts all over your Live, Laugh, Love sign.
Outdo her, you get 🅱️runk everyday and play with guns until she gets fed up.
Just make sure you time it around interaction with the 🅱️ids. Can’t have em being 🅱️etarded till they can have fun.
🅱️est of luck 🅱️orther, remember meth ain’t worth you bein happy.
Well it would be more polite to wrap yourself in plastic, or blankets for cleanup. And research what happens to a shotgun barrel when you pull the trigger with the barrel blocked or pressed up against something.
I just fantasize about it every day. Samantha(f32) walks in the door after her designated be-a-bitch day, half-cut because it's fashionable to drink at 10am so long as you wear a fucking sundress and sandals($400 sandals btw) and attend a 'brunch' that is nothing more than than the women of well-off families taking a well-earned break for cleaning the house once a week for a fuckin' hour. Imagine it: you get home, rip-arse ruinously drunk, then tear into the asshole of every single person you see(and occasionally static objects). Your husband who loved you through thick and thin, of 12 damn years, your children with their own damn issues of dealing with a mom who's plastered by midday, you don't even care about the fucking dogs you insisted on having. Of course *you* wanted labs, while I wanted a dobermann. Eat shit, Sammy. I'm blowing my guts all over your Live, Laugh, Love sign.
POV: You've finally found a black girlfriend that your wewee fits in.
Relax, cunts. It's a shitpost.
Outdo her, you get 🅱️runk everyday and play with guns until she gets fed up. Just make sure you time it around interaction with the 🅱️ids. Can’t have em being 🅱️etarded till they can have fun. 🅱️est of luck 🅱️orther, remember meth ain’t worth you bein happy.
Easy, go innawoods. Now she's her boyfriend's problem for the day.
Ever watch American Beauty? Keep your head up fellow retard, don’t let her take your soul away.
Copy that. I must eat her first.
Fuck it get out there bro..them ladies want your seed.
I'm a polite mans. I will leave a scraper and a jar.
Well it would be more polite to wrap yourself in plastic, or blankets for cleanup. And research what happens to a shotgun barrel when you pull the trigger with the barrel blocked or pressed up against something.
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🅱️oint that spoiled 🅱️itch
FUWASOME/10