In Newcastle, Papa Michael—better known as Queefy Zetzaro—was famous for one thing: wherever he went, a mysterious, trumpet-like sound followed him, earning him the town’s reluctant admiration. At first, folk tried to ignore it, but soon they realised his relentless queefing brought laughter, surprise, and even oddly good luck—bread rose faster in the bakery, and grey mornings seemed brighter. Queefy Zetzaro himself just tipped his flat cap and said, “A man’s got to carry his own music, hinny,” and the toon, begrudgin’ at first, learned to love the cheerful chaos that followed him everywhere.

id s n a p your jaw irl

-REP WH

Low IQ

уебок, вышел из катки и не зашел