I stumbled upon three hobos roasting what I was certain to be fish. At second glance I had to ask what the rather strangely formed chuck turning on the spit was. He ripped another gob up from the ground, smiled with entrancement and replied, "Yer mom's box, it's everywhere!".

Bro since I got dirtpilled on Tuesday I have made sooo many worm friends and made them soo many little houses to get married in. Me? Lonely? No you’re the lonely one u lawn owning freak