by Adujasty343 June 14, 2025

William Griffith is a make given to a child who is a gay kid who will lick your kids till he reaches the bone
by Mega penis man 69420 May 31, 2022

William Shakespeare: Hamlet.
QUOTE:
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
QUOTE:
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
by John Geometry TM October 6, 2025

A Rodney
by Willywill_565758 October 27, 2020

WHAT!? 26!? You have got to be shitting me!? Well now I look stupid and am confused... I don't like this.
Hym "Maisie Williams is 26!? WHY!? Go... Go back and be the correct age... Do it right. I mean.... WHY ARE YOU ALL LIKE THIS!? How am I supposed to navigate the world when actresses refuse to be the age that coincides with the things I say? Gah! I feel WEIRD now. I don't like it and it's entirely George R.R. Martins fault... I hate this! My energy has been entirely disrupted by this. I still have more of it than everyone but WHAT GOOD IS IT when it's being disrupted by medieval fantasy!? I'm... I'm screwed! I can't sell my book. I can't sell my beads. I mean... Are you happy with yourself after doing that!? I'm ruined! HOOOOOOO shit... Shitshitshit... Shit..."
by Hym Iam September 7, 2023

Williams nut is a amazing sticky fluid filled with amazing and happy memories that will forever hold in my mind when he nutted on my face.
by anonymous July 2, 2024
