A person who shits his pants whenever he smokes weed then without changing goes inside and sticks his dick in a jar of mayonnaise then proceeds to throat fuck his mother in-law until she agrees to let him use her PayPal to pay for a dog collar he can wear when he goes to the cemetery to dig up a corpse and fuck it while a midget jumps on its stomach so all the black organ juices shoot out of its ass while he cums into the ground so hard that the midget gets a splash back.
Person 1. Our Kid looks tired today.
Person 2. Itâs probably from that RyanCooke he did yesterday.
Person 1. Damn, I love doing those.
A fragile, oxygen thieving, non-threatening fairy cornball with a greasy fringe that reeks of Autism, licks radiators to see if theyâre on then smears a Mars bar all over it just so he can eat it off and walks like thereâs no gravity, stuttering his way through life, fucking up absolutely everything. Spends all of his time under his scouse girlfriends thumb and has an ass thatâs been rogered off her more times than a coppers walkie-talkie.
Person 1: Morning, Brandon.
Person 2: I erm, I mean, erm, well, the thing is, I D-D-D-D-D-D⦠Iâm Brandon, Stores Admin. Whatâs your favourite colour?
Person 1: Okay, Brandon.
A person who shits his pants whenever he smokes weed then without changing goes inside and sticks his dick in a jar of mayonnaise then proceeds to throat fuck his mother in-law until she agrees to let him use her PayPal to pay for a dog collar he can wear when he goes to the cemetery to dig up a corpse and fuck it while a midget jumps on its stomach so all the black organ juices shoot out of its ass while he cums into the ground so hard that the midget gets a splash back.
Person 1. Our Kid looks tired today.
Person 2. Itâs probably from that Raz Cooke he did yesterday.
Person 1. Damn, I love doing those.