I’d begin with some Prince Albert jokes, but they’d be over your head.
Welcome, Cocks! We have been prone-bone pounded for decades by collegiate football mediocrity, so we demand a firm commitment to laying down impressive insults. When you lazily dribble pathetic 8th grade drivel, we will left-handed beat you til we’re blind.
Anywhoo, I like your Upstate women, but on the Columbia plains it was a little dry. By the time you get to Myrtle Beach, the sidewalks are soaked with the snail-trails of tattoo clad herion skaaanks with labia piercings.
SixPackSpeak is a kind, but not-so-nice motley crew of cantankerous, disillusioned sports fans who found out the hard way that marriage was just a cruel way to inform us that our life of masturbation had only begun. We have developed a sophisticated sense of humor and protect our little site with 16-bit cybersecurity.
We’ve had your versions of Shrimp’n grits and BBQ sauce. I’d rather jam my Cock through one of your carnival beach funnel cakes and get Lindsey Graham’s daughter beat it with a broomstick like an East Coast piñata than call it great food.
Saturday, MSU will leave a wake of shatrered hopes and stretched sandy plantation vaginas that would make William Tecumseh Sherman green with penis envy.
Welcome, Cocks! We have been prone-bone pounded for decades by collegiate football mediocrity, so we demand a firm commitment to laying down impressive insults. When you lazily dribble pathetic 8th grade drivel, we will left-handed beat you til we’re blind.
Anywhoo, I like your Upstate women, but on the Columbia plains it was a little dry. By the time you get to Myrtle Beach, the sidewalks are soaked with the snail-trails of tattoo clad herion skaaanks with labia piercings.
SixPackSpeak is a kind, but not-so-nice motley crew of cantankerous, disillusioned sports fans who found out the hard way that marriage was just a cruel way to inform us that our life of masturbation had only begun. We have developed a sophisticated sense of humor and protect our little site with 16-bit cybersecurity.
We’ve had your versions of Shrimp’n grits and BBQ sauce. I’d rather jam my Cock through one of your carnival beach funnel cakes and get Lindsey Graham’s daughter beat it with a broomstick like an East Coast piñata than call it great food.
Saturday, MSU will leave a wake of shatrered hopes and stretched sandy plantation vaginas that would make William Tecumseh Sherman green with penis envy.
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