My new skink character. His name is Martin Crocodile Skink. He's a crocodile skink. He was one of the worst villains in Florida in the '80s. Martin Crocodile Skink was born on April 5, 1958 in Safety Harbor, Florida. He was being on of the students considered as "retarded" and he was expelled from school for death threats to students at the age of 17 in 1975. In 1979, he rounded up a gang of 4 animals called "The Deacon Jackals". In 1985, he recorded a message to a police officer saying "Someday.....I will shoot you and Florida will be mine....HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" in which ended with a evil laugh. On February 19th 1987, a police officer was sent on a mission to arrest Martin Crocodile Skink. 8 police officers were captured by Martin's gang. One of the gang members tried to beat a police officer with a baton, then a gunshot was fired, blowing off a roof of the truck. Then a 21-year old young man named Robert Eagle (a e

pride parade fit
- Polyamorous flag binnder
- Asexual flag panties
- Crucifix
- Press-ons
- IUD
- IED
- Sawed off shotgun
- Mid cishet daddy dom (walking me on leash)
- Demonias

Mark Taylor is real. I met him when I went to see Tim the Tool Man from Home Improvement in NYC. I thought I loved him. He did a lot of bad things to me and I want to talk to him but I can't find him so I made this video and hope you can help get it to him, somehow.

I've been told to write these things down. I've been told it will help but I know that it won't. I'll humor them, all of them...for now. I don't know much of anything anymore except that I used to be a whole person. I used to feel like I was a part of something bigger than myself. That my species as a whole was wound tight around me and protected me from ever feeling isolated or sick. But th

Now Ernie copped an attitude and went on a hunger strike after his last waterboarding cause he deemed it was inhumane and against the Geneva convention. Alright so now we’re gonna see, we’ve securely fastened his crown and restrained it to the board behind him, and his abdomen and his neck, and we don’t want to damage his voice box to prevent him from telling us what he knows in the future after waterboarding, so we’re gonna have to use a feeding tube and go in through his nose, and then we’ll let him sit here and contemplate his decision. Right and we accidentally forgot to tie his feet down, alright so like a monkey he’s able to grab this utensil here that was left unattended and reach up and cut the restraints free and get away without them realizing it, and hopefully the only injury he sustains is the damage to his forehead, which will close up with some staples.

It's funny how all the losers come out of their lonely caves like roaches to make fun of us roided muscle-crackhead enjoyers.
I'm feeding my pig carcinogenic protein dust by the spoonful and he let's me punch him in the jaw because he's too poor to buy his own MEGA BIG-BOY PROTEIN EXTRAVAGANZA CHUM BUCKET from Decathlon. I don't have to worry about when to dump him because his heart will give up on him before I do.
You will be buying diapers for skinnyfat ♥♥♥♥♥♥ with your own retirement money in a couple decades but MUSCLEPIG will already be six foot under & STILL mogging your ♥♥♥♥♥♥ even as a skeleton.
Imagine being too scared to drop kick your Nigel becuase he might ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ die. Couldn't be me! Mine is already dying. A heart attack wouldn't be out of the ordinary in an autopsy situation.
Bucktooth Becky's stay seething over the PIG-PUNCHING Stacy. #mindset

God saw me puke ♥♥♥.

So I visited this guy in a halfway house late one night. I gave him a sloppy, mind-blowing blowjob and swallowed the most putrid ♥♥♥ I've ever tasted in my life. I mean, it tasted like straight gasoline and chemicals. I swallowed it on an empty stomach, and it left a filmy layer on my tongue. So, I'm driving home and my stomach starts churning, my mouth gets watery, It's really threatening to come up. I knew this road and the only place to pull in for miles was Grace Covenant Church. There I am, face sweating, body shaking, yacking up globs of the most vial seminal fluid I've ever encountered. Wiped my mouth, hopped back in my car, and drove home. I said a little apology prayer to God.