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A real estate agent is someone who secretly spies on other inhabitants of the estate
No explanation needed we all no that one real estate agent...
You fucking failure.
Hym "Quit proselytizing for a religion you don't believe in so you don't have to get a real job. That's the real fear, isn't it? That I WILL be perfectly happy with a materialistic life. Your values... Your ethics... Your morality.... All rendered moot by the man who doesn't need your 'wisdom' or your God. That's why you're being deliberately obtuse. Because when I suceed, I won't need any of you."
The one and only liru fucker (real) yeah thats right hes the greatest guy alive you could ever meet
Akame (real) (gab) wow lmao look its liru ficker hes so bad xdxd
liru fucker (real): fuck off
Akame (real) dies
the mute button on my tv remote control
better than a psychiatrist, the RABID "car dealer tv" ("broadcast") AUDIO, DRIVES ME INSANE !!
the hustle for money has advertisers playing stupid 'jingles' , BAD music, e.t.c., driving one COMPLETELY INSANE !!
ie: YOU TALK TOO MUCH, YOU TALK TOO FAST, YOU TALK TOO LOUD !!
when that commercial comes on, and i'm about to lose my mind, (while fondling my guns) i quickly employ my 'therapist', my remote control button !! AHHHH! blessed SILENCE ! ( HATE that guy/gal AND their 'push' !! ("event")
i HATE that commercial !! steve: i don't watch tv !! yeah! , easy to understand why ELVIS reportedly shot out his TV !!
i'd NEVER do business with those people!
that rabid dog minister was pushing the savior, i quickly employed the REAL "savior" !
the REAL "savior" saved my black ASS! , you TALK too much !
the REAL "savior" kept my head from EXPLODING !!
Not having slept and still being awake between the timings of 5:00 AM to 7:45 AM.
'Bout to put up some real yas hours for this goddamn project
There's never going to be a last of the real ones, unless humans go extinct (which wouldn't be a bad thing for every other species). There will always be more real ones, long after the real ones of today are gone forever.
There's always going to be more real ones, though they won't replace the real ones before them during the time they are alive.
when your trustworthy friend calls you out for a supper, to talk about the real stuff, between real ones, real one.