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Rep. Crockett: “I’m just curious, just to better understand your ruling: If someone on this committee then starts talking about somebody’s bleach blonde bad built butch body, that would not be engaging in personalities, correct?”
by QueenOfTheNight_ May 30, 2024
Get the bleach blonde bad built butch body mug.yeah you know that kid yeah? the wanna be gangsta with the cheap stunts (eg poppin up a bike tire, lighting a fire) then gettin caught and goes crying back to mommy
ey niam
yeah fam
wassup
nothin wanna pop a bike tire and lite sum fiyas?
nah blad stop being such a local bad boy
nah fam im ur local bad boi
yeah fam
wassup
nothin wanna pop a bike tire and lite sum fiyas?
nah blad stop being such a local bad boy
nah fam im ur local bad boi
by poggers? June 2, 2021
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Get the i goofed up bad mug.A lumbering, sub-human brute with a bulbous frame and an unnaturally wide base. His thick, fat, calloused hooves are often crammed into women’s footwear. His face, a big, dumb, perfectly round slab of confusion, sits atop his hairy mass, though his scalp remains curiously barren. He speaks in a slow, monotone drawl, as if each word is a struggle against his own stupidity.
Chronically late to work and a walking medical mystery (at least in his own mind), he suffers from an extreme case of hypochondria. His days are punctuated by dramatic medical ailments, followed by frantic calls for an ambulance to ferry him from his own home, only for doctors to confirm, yet again, that absolutely nothing is wrong.
A connoisseur of filth, this swamp-dwelling specimen produces greasy, bile-ridden shits at an alarming rate. He is a walking biohazard, harboring every known strain of hepatitis along with a few that science has yet to discover.
Despite his Neanderthal-like attributes, Brad possesses a shockingly average IQ. However, his dental history suggests a level of neglect that has single-handedly funded his dentist’s children’s college tuition. Though Big Bad Brad’s underwear is often covered in matted hair and shit, he remains a friend to all and, in his free time, a self-proclaimed world-class chiropractor, despite having no formal training or hygiene standards.
Chronically late to work and a walking medical mystery (at least in his own mind), he suffers from an extreme case of hypochondria. His days are punctuated by dramatic medical ailments, followed by frantic calls for an ambulance to ferry him from his own home, only for doctors to confirm, yet again, that absolutely nothing is wrong.
A connoisseur of filth, this swamp-dwelling specimen produces greasy, bile-ridden shits at an alarming rate. He is a walking biohazard, harboring every known strain of hepatitis along with a few that science has yet to discover.
Despite his Neanderthal-like attributes, Brad possesses a shockingly average IQ. However, his dental history suggests a level of neglect that has single-handedly funded his dentist’s children’s college tuition. Though Big Bad Brad’s underwear is often covered in matted hair and shit, he remains a friend to all and, in his free time, a self-proclaimed world-class chiropractor, despite having no formal training or hygiene standards.
After clogging the toilet for the third time that week, Bad News Brad waddled out, wiped his sweaty brow, and blamed it on his undiagnosed heart condition.
by Dwaggerbomb March 13, 2025
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thine lyrics goes like this:
Whoooooaaaa
Story of Undertale.
I fell through a cave on Mount Ebott,
I faced an evil, talking’ flower in a pot,
Explains the plot,
Wants me dead, wants me to rot.
Toriel saves me, takes me to her home,
And hooks me up with a brand new monster phone,
Leaves me alone,
But I escape and meet some bones.
Should I be a pacifist?
Or should I use my fists?
I’m feeling evil, think I’ll kill them all.
I’m homicidal, and I’ve got a taste,
I want to wipe out the Monster race.
I’ve got no patience, got no resolve,
I will slaughter, screw the dialogue.
I fell from the light.
Talk or Should I fight?
Monster genocide.
This my Undertale.
I’ll slaughter Undyne, I’ll waste who I choose.
With all this EXP there’s no way that I’ll lose.
Now watch me move,
I won’t stop I’m feelin' rude.
Asgore is shaking, he hears my approach,
I’ll slaughter Sans and squash his bro like a roach,
Chara’s my coach,
All these monsters I will poach.
Screw being pacifist.
I think I’ll use my fists.
I’m feeling evil, think I’ll kill them all
I’m homicidal, and I’ve got a taste
I want to wipe out the Monster race
I’ve got no patience, got no resolve
I will slaughter, screw the dialogue
Burnt pan, toy knife, use a stick to take your life
Tough glove, ballet shoes, epic fight like front page news
King Asgore wants to collect human souls
Seven of them, is his ultimate goal
Open the door, to humanity’s realm
Start a new war, humans overwhelm
thine lyrics goes like this:
Whoooooaaaa
Story of Undertale.
I fell through a cave on Mount Ebott,
I faced an evil, talking’ flower in a pot,
Explains the plot,
Wants me dead, wants me to rot.
Toriel saves me, takes me to her home,
And hooks me up with a brand new monster phone,
Leaves me alone,
But I escape and meet some bones.
Should I be a pacifist?
Or should I use my fists?
I’m feeling evil, think I’ll kill them all.
I’m homicidal, and I’ve got a taste,
I want to wipe out the Monster race.
I’ve got no patience, got no resolve,
I will slaughter, screw the dialogue.
I fell from the light.
Talk or Should I fight?
Monster genocide.
This my Undertale.
I’ll slaughter Undyne, I’ll waste who I choose.
With all this EXP there’s no way that I’ll lose.
Now watch me move,
I won’t stop I’m feelin' rude.
Asgore is shaking, he hears my approach,
I’ll slaughter Sans and squash his bro like a roach,
Chara’s my coach,
All these monsters I will poach.
Screw being pacifist.
I think I’ll use my fists.
I’m feeling evil, think I’ll kill them all
I’m homicidal, and I’ve got a taste
I want to wipe out the Monster race
I’ve got no patience, got no resolve
I will slaughter, screw the dialogue
Burnt pan, toy knife, use a stick to take your life
Tough glove, ballet shoes, epic fight like front page news
King Asgore wants to collect human souls
Seven of them, is his ultimate goal
Open the door, to humanity’s realm
Start a new war, humans overwhelm
by thenameofthegods January 2, 2025
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