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![]() As could be predicted, it sucked.
Nothing tasted like anything. Each dish tasted different, but exactly the same: dead shit, something that was dead. Afterward, had some tea and a biscuit or two. Guess what it tasted like? Death. Mae some fresh oatmeal, which is not easy to make right, cuz you don't want it getting clumpy but just chewy. I got it perfect. Guess what it tasted like? Death. If in fact you find yourself enjoying a meal, thank the gods. And don't be superficial prick like some who feel the need to criticize a meal, a good meal, because they are hopelessly lost as human beings and have no idea how to ground themselves.
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![]() we must realize that the fate of death is inevitable, and thus we turn and find that through our trials and tribulations, death may be the only real peace of mind
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![]() You fuck a fat girl, and pay over 100$ for it. I live in Nevada where this shit is legal and would never pay that for her. Lul????????
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![]() lol
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![]() Hello to Wallachia, die already.
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