Many of you out there probably believe fidget spinners are just a toy for kids. You don't know how ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ wrong you are. Fidget spinners were designed for elite athletes, CEOs, and arch-bishops. Kids merely adopted the spinning, we were born in it, moulded by it. I've dedicated my life to fidget spinners. I'm the only truly certified grand master of fidget spinners; 3 time defending world champion WWE belt holder of fidget spinning. So I believe I'm the only one truly qualified to tell you that fidget spinning is a man's sport, a man's man's sport. I was once a boy who became a man thanks to fidget spinning and also natural ageing. Do you wanna know the difference between me and a child? I'm 22 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ years old, children are usually under 12 depending on what criteria you're gonna use to classify someone as a child so think about that ♥♥♥♥ next time you see me torpedoing down a slip-and-slide sailing at an atom splitting 68 miles per hour going straight into a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ brick wall of manliness. How do I stay in top physical form becoming this athletic specimen that scientists can't even fully understand? Well it's all thanks to my work out and diet regimen now it'd make even LeBron James ♥♥♥♥ his pants. I wake up at 4 am everyday , I drink 3 raw eggs with the side of pancakes with nails sprinkled on top and also a glass of straight uranium, I then grab my favourite fidget spinner: the triple XL gold-plated 25 pound weighted Air-Cutter supreme-extreme maximum turbo overdrive spagooter with pump-action assault-grip as well as extended magazines and a silencer, I've even customised this bad boy with a laser dot sight with a green finish as well as further modifications including hydraulics, 3D printing capability as well as doubling as a fax machine. This is a gadget straight out of MI6, this is right brewed up from ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Q laboratories- he used to make gadgets for 007 now he's making fidget spinners for me. Do you still think this is a fad for kids you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ troglodyte? Well I guess if that's how you wanna spin this story, but for me I know the truth, I know that this game was made for men and I've mastered it. I live and breathe fidget spinning. So go ahead, play your boring traditional sports like football and baseball. I'll just be here like a diss-jockey spinning it. Hugh! Sorry about that, just had to dodge another vagina that was just tossed at me, it's not easy being the grand master of fidget spinning.

On a hot summer day on the outskirt islands of the Caribbean, Solman, relaxing on a small yet expensive vacation tour, was taken hostage by the infamous Guerrilla Warfare (GW). Overhearing his captors talk about the division of ransom money, Solman negotiated his own release if he delivered three additional hostages within 24 hours. And deliver he did, armed with only money, charm, and a way with words reserved for the world's most horrific cult leaders. Stunned by his lack of empathy for his fellow tourists and his ability to deliver a steady supply of 'ransom units' (people) the GW negotiated a position for Solman among them. Taking the highest percentage of hostage random money of any member of the GW, Solman had won the game before it even started. You only need three things to fix a bad situation: money, charm, and a loaded weapon.

Nu ska jag knulla skiten ur dig!
Mannen börjar pumpa sin kuk in och ut i ett rasande tempo och jag känner mig som en riktigt knulldocka som bara finns till för att utnyttjas. Mannen stönar och hans andehämtning låter mer ansträngd och jag tänker att snart går det väl för honom men han fortsätter. När jag tittar upp på mannen som jobbar hårt och frustande fyller mig med sin kuk och vars svett rinner i pannan och hur hans bröst glittrar av svettpärlor känner jag ilningar i kuken och hur jag är på väg att leverera min sats utan att en enda gång rört vid min kuk.

BRUH!!! Everyone MUST have a Fruit or Vegetable...NO CAP! Its none of our business if you eat it or not. But it must be on your trays! Dont hate the players, hate the game. Alright jitz Thanks Cuh! Your "bussin", Lunch Crew