It’s like when a bushes burn and shit. You see it and know it should not be there, and you’re like “shit, why’s this omen here? Am I about to die or is this a good omen?” Then you take a sip of wine and stare at the glory of the gods and goddesses sending omens your way.
Random: “I saw an omen yesterday?”
Bob: “what like a bird in the sky?”
Random: “yeah, and it pooped on my right after my car was stolen.”
Bob: “damn bro, you should’ve threw up some bubbles.”
A hot sexy shadow that i’d give the gluck gluck 6000 all day and slurp his dick like its the last dick on earth, idsuck him like a vaccum cleaner until i pass out
If omen wasnt a shadow/dead i could give this man hand twister gawk gawk 3000 like a vaccum cleaner that i’d go in the top 10 horrendous acts done by humansociety in 2022. I’d have a whole detailed documentary on how i gave him the good ol gluck gluck sucky wucky 5000 that he’d pass out. as i write this my legs are giving up on me as i hold onto the wall and grip my sheets thinking about this hot sexy man