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He had ordered seven blowjobs. When he arrived, mind you, this was at nearly midnight, he approached me yodeling, wearing nothing but hot pants (man bulge literally flopping around) and a Tapout shirt. He proceeded to pour a full and completely crushed up Cheetos bag onto his penis. After his incessant yodeling turned into incomprehensible screeching, a shirtless, one armed man with a mohawk, came out into their front yard across the road and started screaming about how he'd "game end" the hot-panted customer.
I left before the situation could unfold further, but I had seen enough to know that this dude was a bit of a loser. This guy wanted seven blowjobs in one night from a street ♥♥♥♥♥. Make your own conclusions, but facts are facts.
He had ordered a single garlic bread from a pizza shop on the other side of town and had it delivered to a train station. When I arrived, mind you, this was at nearly midnight, he approached the car yodeling, wearing nothing but hot pants (man bulge literally flopping around) and a Tapout shirt. He proceeded to pour a full and completely crushed up Cheetos bag onto the bonnet of my car. After his incessant yodeling turned into incomprehensible screeching, a shirtless, one armed man with a mohawk, came out into their front yard across the road and started screaming about how he'd "game end" the hot-panted customer.
I left before the situation could unfold further, but I had seen enough to know that this dude was a bit of a loser. Make your own conclusions, but facts are facts.
It's as disgusting and degenerate as it sounds.
Stay away from him. He's bad news.
All I'm saying here is he never has a ping lower than 600 and probably has a whole soundboard of bad 10 year old memes macro'd.
This guy is bad news, guys.
You'll find the older, modern stone age family
Cars that can't be driven, lest you use your two legs
Dinosaurs still roam this sacred world
How do I know, how much this loincloth will show
What's that sound in front of me, shrieking raptor melody
It can't stop, no it won't stop, here in Bedrock
They're the modern stone age family
From the town of Bedrock
They're a page right out of history
Let's ride with the family down the street
Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet
When you're with the Flintstones
Have a yabba-dabba-doo-time
A dabba-doo-time
Doo-yabba-dabba-doo
Yabba-dabba-dabba da-dabba-doo
Yabba-dabba-dabba-dabba-doo
We'll have a gay old time
Who needs modern tech, what have you got to lose
Live in the stone age, you will never get the blues
Join the Loyal Order of Water Buffalo
Just be sure you pay your daily dues
They're all cavemen, still living way back and when
Bowling is the sport they like, unlikely they'll get a strike
Ride on pterodactyls, they will all, fly high!
They're the modern stone age family
From the town of Bedrock
They're a page right out of history
Someday, maybe Fred will win the fight
Then that cat will stay out for the night
When you're with the Flintstones
Have a yabba-dabba-doo-time
A dabba-doo-time
Doo-yabba-dabba-doo
Yabba-dabba-dabba da-dabba-doo
Yabba-dabba-dabba-dabba-doo
We'll have a gay old time
My heart cries out
What do I call the pain
Feelings abound, now I know the name:
Stone halation
How I can't wait, these feelings resonate
It pains me so, how the time moves forward, never backward
This fever over me, Won't be gone, won't just let me be free
I wish I was ancient history
I'll have a grand dad time!
He's a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ anarchist. You find him in your game - report him. Immediately. Silas is bad news, guys... bad news.
He's a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ anarchist. You find him in your game - report him. Immediately. Silas is bad news, guys... bad news.
He's a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ anarchist. You find him in your game - report him. Immediately. Silas is bad news, guys... bad news.