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The WHITEST MAN know to human kind, his pronouns he/him, he has the whitest skin and is very racist . And in his free time he likes playing Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2
"That fucker is a real William Gregory Tom, he hates the blacks!"
Standing here, I realize you were
Just like me trying to make history.
But who's to judge the right from wrong.
When our guard is down I think we'll both agree.
That violence breeds violence.
But in the end it has to be this way.
I've curved my own path, you've followed your wrath;
But maybe we're both the same.
The world has turned, and so many have burned.
But nobody is to blame.
It's tearing across this barren wasted land.
I feel new life could be born beneath
The blood stained sand.
Standing here, I realize you were
Just like me trying to make history.
But who's to judge the right from wrong.
When our guard is down I think we'll both agree.
That violence breeds violence.
But in the end it has to be this way.
I've curved my own path, you've followed your wrath;
But maybe we're both the same.
The world has turned, and so many have burned.
But nobody is to blame.
It's tearing across this barren wasted land.
I feel new life could be born beneath
The blood stained sand.
GREGORY SOLENCE IS STANDING REALISING HE WAS JUST LIKE ME TRYING TO MAKE HISTORY
One bad ass mother fucker, all the guys want to be him and all the women want to be with him. The king alpha male of any group.
I hope I can be a Gregory Morris one day.
A perfect man, who graduated Yardale (a mixture of Yale and Harvard) by the age of eight, who has beautiful long, blonde, curly hair which is more often than not kept in a ponytail. This man tends to love orange, and trying to kill other men typically of the name, 'Stanley Marsh' or 'Stan Marsh' for short. He's also usually a demon with tentacle arms, who died to Stanley Marsh throwing a banana peel his way at the grand canyon.
You are the epitome of Gregory Wolfgang Bellarose III.
Somebody that doesn't like to look at a Gregorian calendar (or get drunk, or do anything else to kill boredom like sports or games) alone.
It wasn't that the gregorious guy/girl was really particularly sociable or extroverted, no matter what his/her image suggested, it was that he/she hated looking at a calendar alone more than anything, because you had to be alone to do it.
Someone that rolls deep because they don't have the heart to roll alone.
He/she was gregorious, and never looked at a calendar alone. He/she had to have an opponent outnumbered to stand on his/her own feet (usually by standing on someone else's).